"Homosexuals
should be able to marry."
How's this in question?
I can understand how someone would be against abortion. I can understand how someone would be against universal healthcare. I can understand how someone would be against gun control. I can understand how someone would be against affirmative action.
But I can NOT, for the life of me, understand how someone would be against homosexuals being able to marry... What logical argument is there...? Anyone...?
Making history... Obama Backs Gay Marriage
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Items On A Desk
An iPhone box. Hand sanitizer. A clip of three of my business cards. Burt's Bees lip balm. A bag of personalized guitar picks with my son's face on them. A FedEx branded chocolate mint. A SanDisk 2GB memory card. A 2010 nickel. An Eric Karros Upper Deck rookie card.
These are all items sitting in a cubby hole. The cubby hole is part of my wife's computer desk. The computer desk houses the computer upon which I type this blog post. The blog post is part of the internet. I'm not sure where that progression was going, but it appears to have gone to wherever that is.
Unrelated items? Yeah. Or maybe not so unrelated.
After all, they occupy the same space now. They're all neighbors. Some of the items are touching. I'm sure some of the items were probably manufactured in the same country.
They all cost money. To produce. To purchase. They're all commodities. Well, except the nickel. But isn't money a commodity nowadays, too?
Why am I writing about items on a desk? Am I that lazy? Or am I that genius...?
Unrelated and unimportant and uninteresting are the new related, important, and interesting, are they not? If they're not, they should be. Because I say so.
It's a pattern, you know. Starting with some sort of vague intention and then devolving into a nonsensical BLob Of Gibberish. You're frustrated. You're annoyed. You're bored. Reading what you've written has made you bored. Listening to the songs you've written... bored. Or unintentionally entertained because you're biased. Bias is not good. Bias blinds you...
Bias can blind you
Especially when you are
Creator and crowd
Why do you like haikus so much? Because they're easy? You like a lot of things that are easy, don't you? Don't you ever want to push yourself? Don't you ever want to set out to do something where you expect to fail... so you can prove that expectation wrong? Aren't you capable of that? Can you answer that question without pushing yourself to that uncomfortable place? Is this paragraph of questions Socratic or another symptom of you liking things that are easy...?
Pretentious. Lable this... pretentious...
I used the French spelling of label because I'm feeling cultured tonight. Fine dining at classy joints can do that to a man... make him feel cultured.
I figured it out. Why this blog feels forced. It's because I can't see the ending. Because I couldn't see the beginning, and the middle is definitely out of sight. Because I can't see the moves. Am I even making moves or am I just treading water, waiting for a lifeboat, taking in water and gasping for air and endlessly moving my arms and legs to barely keep afloat.
I need to learn the moves. Which I guess is the whole point of this blog, this job, this life.
I just wonder... when do you stop learning and start doing?
All this from items on a desk? Am I that lazy? Or am I that... genius...?
These are all items sitting in a cubby hole. The cubby hole is part of my wife's computer desk. The computer desk houses the computer upon which I type this blog post. The blog post is part of the internet. I'm not sure where that progression was going, but it appears to have gone to wherever that is.
Unrelated items? Yeah. Or maybe not so unrelated.
After all, they occupy the same space now. They're all neighbors. Some of the items are touching. I'm sure some of the items were probably manufactured in the same country.
They all cost money. To produce. To purchase. They're all commodities. Well, except the nickel. But isn't money a commodity nowadays, too?
Why am I writing about items on a desk? Am I that lazy? Or am I that genius...?
Unrelated and unimportant and uninteresting are the new related, important, and interesting, are they not? If they're not, they should be. Because I say so.
It's a pattern, you know. Starting with some sort of vague intention and then devolving into a nonsensical BLob Of Gibberish. You're frustrated. You're annoyed. You're bored. Reading what you've written has made you bored. Listening to the songs you've written... bored. Or unintentionally entertained because you're biased. Bias is not good. Bias blinds you...
Bias can blind you
Especially when you are
Creator and crowd
Why do you like haikus so much? Because they're easy? You like a lot of things that are easy, don't you? Don't you ever want to push yourself? Don't you ever want to set out to do something where you expect to fail... so you can prove that expectation wrong? Aren't you capable of that? Can you answer that question without pushing yourself to that uncomfortable place? Is this paragraph of questions Socratic or another symptom of you liking things that are easy...?
Pretentious. Lable this... pretentious...
I used the French spelling of label because I'm feeling cultured tonight. Fine dining at classy joints can do that to a man... make him feel cultured.
I figured it out. Why this blog feels forced. It's because I can't see the ending. Because I couldn't see the beginning, and the middle is definitely out of sight. Because I can't see the moves. Am I even making moves or am I just treading water, waiting for a lifeboat, taking in water and gasping for air and endlessly moving my arms and legs to barely keep afloat.
I need to learn the moves. Which I guess is the whole point of this blog, this job, this life.
I just wonder... when do you stop learning and start doing?
All this from items on a desk? Am I that lazy? Or am I that... genius...?
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Because You Said You Would
Get your ass out of bed.
Sure, you're tired. Yeah, Sportscenter is on. Okay, the mattress is really comfy.
But you said you would. You said you would try to write a blog every night. And you've been doing pretty well for the last month or so.
And it doesn't matter that you had no idea what to write about before you turned on the computer. It's actually more fun that way.
Just like your band, Oh Girl. It's fun because it's spur of the moment, off the top of the dome, free of rules, spontaneous.
Run with that abandon. Train with that energy. Focus the nervous tension. Slice like a Hattori Hanzo sword...
Whoa... mind blown... the shoes I've been looking at are the Saucony Hattori... coincidence? Probably not...
You need to play guitar more. Tell me something I don't know. This would be difficult because I am you and is there anything you know that I don't? Not likely...
This was a fun one...
Let's end with a haiku, shall we?
I got out of bed
The words tumbled quietly
Out of my tired head
Sure, you're tired. Yeah, Sportscenter is on. Okay, the mattress is really comfy.
But you said you would. You said you would try to write a blog every night. And you've been doing pretty well for the last month or so.
And it doesn't matter that you had no idea what to write about before you turned on the computer. It's actually more fun that way.
Just like your band, Oh Girl. It's fun because it's spur of the moment, off the top of the dome, free of rules, spontaneous.
Run with that abandon. Train with that energy. Focus the nervous tension. Slice like a Hattori Hanzo sword...
Whoa... mind blown... the shoes I've been looking at are the Saucony Hattori... coincidence? Probably not...
You need to play guitar more. Tell me something I don't know. This would be difficult because I am you and is there anything you know that I don't? Not likely...
This was a fun one...
Let's end with a haiku, shall we?
I got out of bed
The words tumbled quietly
Out of my tired head
Friday, April 6, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
.JPG)
Monday, April 2, 2012
.JPG)
Sunday, April 1, 2012
.JPG)
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
My Wedding Ring
Gets taken off when I take a shower.
Clinks when I do the dishes.
Still fits.
Feels amazing.
Is a part of me.
...
Happily around
my finger. Slid it on six
months ago today.
...
I love you, Rachel Pupa Montemayor.
Clinks when I do the dishes.
Still fits.
Feels amazing.
Is a part of me.
...
Happily around
my finger. Slid it on six
months ago today.
...
I love you, Rachel Pupa Montemayor.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)