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So thats what they look like. I never
thick leaves below the trees. But no warrior appeared, just the thick
level. Remains of an optical finder there. Note the four automatic
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With the imminent closure of the Astor Place Barnes & Noble, New York loses one of its most strategically located public restroom facilities. The Strand, St. Mark's, Shakespeare & Co.—none of these have public restroom facilities. Unconscionable.

When I was small, I was surprised to learn that old baseball cards in good condition are worth more than ones in bad condition. I had assumed the opposite to be true.

This is the second time in seven months that I've woken up sick on a day I was supposed to meet somebody. That may not sound that significant, but it's not every day that I meet somebody.

As you may have noticed, there is a quote at the bottom of this blog, which I have attributed to one Mr. Spock. I have just learned, from a link on the Poetry Foundation website, that this quote is actually from a poem called "Desiderata", by one Max Ehrmann (1872-1945), a poet and lawyer from, of all places—are you ready for this?—Terre Haute, Indiana. Yes, my own municipality of origin.

Turns out—according to Wikipedia, which is always right—the poem was written in 1927, but later recorded by Leonard Nimoy (in character as Spock) as a piece called "Spock Thoughts" on one of his early albums. And that, my friends, is where I first encountered it, naturally. (If you don't know why I say "naturally," that means you're probably a person who doesn't know me in real life. Which is fine. Your readership is more than welcome.) Where was I? Oh yeah.... Spock. Terre Haute. Poetry. Blog.

Weird.

Are the rich necessary?

Dorothea Lasky is truly Awesome.

THE CALL


The phone rang, but
no one wanted to pick it up.
Angela was busy with her thesis,
Carlos was busy changing channels,
and Brandon was folding laundry in the basement.

Bartholomew was doing his taxes in the village,
Vincent was putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece,
and Charlene was taking the LSAT twelve miles away.

In the foothills of the Rockies, Gerald was smoking
a marijuana cigarette, drinking beer, and not picking up the phone.
Tracy said she would pick up the phone
over her dead body. Martin, ensconced in his villa,
didn't even think about picking up the phone.
I whistled to myself in a far-off orchard.
Did I pick up the phone? No.

As the sun rose over London,
Ontario, Marcy vacationed at her cousin Wendy's house, sleeping in
and not answering the phone. Dave
didn't answer the phone on his morning commute to Sudsbury,
Lorna sat on the toilet next door and heard the phone ring,
but didn't answer it. Philo was playing a video game by himself
in the oak-panelled den of his youth—a dusky room
in his parents' split-level ranch—
and completely neglected to pick up the fucking phone.

Bizarre Parasitic Star Found

Not the kind from the tabloids...

Life goes on in the financial district. On my lunch hour today, people-watching on Wall St., I see a rotund, well-dressed and presumably well-to-do man stop to pick up a coin off the sidewalk. He crouches, fumbles with it, can't quite get a grip on it—that can be tricky, especially when the coin is small (I think it was a dime)—but he gets it after a few moments. As he stands, he turns and makes eye contact with me, then slinks away. Immediately, a second man, this one rather haggard and obviously not-so-well-to-do, walks past and says to me with a grin, "That's how he got rich."

FROM THE DIARY OF THOMAS JEFFERSON


Today I wrote
a declaration of independence.

I'm thinking of calling it
The Declaration of Independence.

THE CELEBRITY


At first I took no notice
of the celebrity under my blanket.
Then I remembered
that the blanket wasn't
really mine—I had only recently
come to possess it,
and not enough time
had passed for me
to consider it a true friend.

Adult Brain Can Still Change

I hope so...

THE DRUMMER


A famous linguist once said
that the most beautiful phrase
in the English language is
"reunion tour". He was in a band.
A linguist in a band is hard to find.
Even so, his presence is palpable
if not exactly visible.
The other members of the band
rely on his counsel, and on the steady beat
he lays down.

Nobody expects Michael Palin

Actually, a lot of people did, including me, but I still didn't get there in time to get a seat. So I stood. Anyway, the point of the story is, I got home too late to do my laundry.

Is this the most elaborate time-waster ever conceived? After about fifteen minutes of playing it myself, I'm prepared to say, um, yes. I like my mindless entertainment to be, well, mindless. If I wanted a narrative structure to my video games, I would ditch the video games and read a book instead. Which is what I do. I also play Minesweeper and Solitaire. Add Tetris, and you have the perfect video game trifecta.

There's a new Axis of Evil in town, and this one could be really, really evil indeed.