Tom Robbins amuses me

There is no such thing as a weird human being. It's just that one people require more understanding than others.

In the spirit of Gala....

I've lost 5 pounds.

I dug the scale out from under a pile of stuff, and stood naked on it. 180. Yay. Somehow, I was 185 in November, and 180 now. No complaints here! It must be all the snowboarding, walking to work, and baby toting.

A funny moment

When I walk to work, I walk through a food court near MIT for the last section of my trip. It's got a relatively narrow walkway, crowded with inconsiderate people STANDING in the middle of the Aisle to order and wait for food. And I normally walk pretty fast, so I'm usually dodging people.

Today as I walk along, a guy steps out from a side passageway, directly in front of me, walking slower than I am. I obviously have to change my stride to keep from walking up his shoes. He's a pretty big guy. As I look at and around him to see if I can pass him, I notice his nice broad shoulders. I notice the patch on the left shoulder of his jacket. I notice the gun holstered on his right hip. And THEN I noticed the BIG open Beach sack full of MONEY he was carrying. Just as I decided that walking quietly DIRECTLY behind him might be a bad idea, he took a left turn into a store.

Mmm, bag of money.... Mmm, gunshot wounds.....

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TransAlp


I saw the moon last night
Over the ocean,
Hazy and high, like a dream, it shone.
The rippled clouds reminded me of you and I
Snuggled into our Goosedown comforter,
Bed and Breakfasting in Vermont,
Where we argued seriously
About our future child's new name.
The Snow-covered Pyrenees below,
Fresh like our love-making this morning,
Scroll slowly beneath,
Transient in spite of their permanence.

Real love is like this;
Fights and accusations, but always
The lovemaking afterwards.
So when you ask why we argue
About Ethan or Michael or Steven,
I only smile and kiss you, but secretly
I know this is how and why we love.

3/11/99

Today's a day...

...where it seems like every poem I've ever written is just BAD, overly nostalgic, immature, undeveloped. I know I used to think my stuff was good. I so wish I could be a good published writer.

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According to the Which Sanrio Character Are You? quiz, I am: