madmen

yesterday i was obsessed with Man Men, and watched the entire 1st season.
Today, i am obsessed with early 60's advertising & design.

this vw bug ad is where its at.

anie&sean

got married today. it was a very sweet ceremony of about 5 people. anie read sean the sweetest poem by bill collins called Litany. it goes like this:

Litany
by Billy Collins

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
—Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.

You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.

barefoot

andy rooney just said "and of all the things I miss, I don't go barefoot in the summer anymore."

Makes me think about how my childhood doctor - dr. Russell - once told my mom that if my feet had a tendency to be sweaty - then i should just not wear shoes.

so i didn't any chance i got, i'd be barefoot. well into high school, i'd get home, take off my shoes, and walk to my friends houses... barefoot. other mothers would gasp - telling me to go home and put on my shoes. i would just reply "doctors orders".

i miss those simple solutions and explanations. just kind of like a small miss. a random miss. like something i may tell my grandchildren some day.

Dont Do That by Stephen Dunn

i met him once. but i cant really remember how or when or why......


It was bring-your-own if you wanted anything; Whiskey; Bottles; Johnnie Walker Red; Parties; Drinking; Dogs It was bring-your-own if you wanted anything
hard, so I brought Johnnie Walker Red
along with some resentment I’d held in
for a few weeks, which was not helped
by the sight of little nameless things
pierced with toothpicks on the tables,
or by talk that promised to be nothing
if not small. But I’d consented to come,
and I knew what part of the house
their animals would be sequestered,
whose company I loved. What else can I say,


except that old retainer of slights and wrongs,
that bad boy I hadn’t quite outgrown—
I’d brought him along, too. I was out
to cultivate a mood. My hosts greeted me,
but did not ask about my soul, which was when
I was invited by Johnnie Walker Red
to find the right kind of glass, and pour.
I toasted the air. I said hello to the wall,
then walked past a group of women
dressed to be seen, undressing them
one by one, and went up the stairs to where


the Rottweilers were, Rosie and Tom,
and got down with them on all fours.
They licked the face I offered them,
and I proceeded to slick back my hair
with their saliva, and before long
I felt like a wild thing, ready to mess up
the party, scarf the hors d’oeuvres.
But the dogs said, No, don’t do that,
calm down, after a while they open the door
and let you out, they pet your head, and everything
you might have held against them is gone,
and you’re good friends again. Stay, they said.

can'tsleep

when you have insomnia, it really is like being stuck with yourself. like in a small prison. you are already with yourself all day - its nice to look forward to the night "break" where you can escape to dreamworld. fantasy. easy. black. light. sleep. awake.

anyway, laying there at 3am trying to stay happy because its the start of a new day, but trying to get back to sleep because you are not yet ready to start said new day........

thats what insomnia is like. ladeedah like. hohumlike. puzzling.

eli cash for your thoughts