more gifts for the ones i love.

llamas!!

post christmas surprise for y'all

i like his shirt.
merry post christmas.

funny boys

andrea: what languages do you speak will?
will: SAME AS YOU!
andrea: yes, but what's it called?
will: french?
amy: bonjour!
will: no, i speak the language, like "HELLO!"

will: how do you know me so much?

will: it's pa-pa time!
andrea and amy: what's pa-pa time?
will: it means play with the girls!

andrea: what's your name?
henry: moin!

will: tell me you'll love the eyeballs. tell me you'll love the girls!



now i feel like christmas. leave it to two little loveable boys. dear me. i heart my fambly!

i feel like freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom.

I almost thought in my sleep.
I almost dreamed in the dust,
in the falling rain of the dream.
I felt I had old teeth
as I feel asleep; perhaps
little by little I'm changing,
changing into a horse.

I caught the smell of the rough
grass, of the mountain ranges,
and I galloped toward water,
toward the four stormy
stations of the wind.

Good to be a horse
loose in the June light
close to Selva Negra
where the rivers run
tunneling under the turf--
the air there runs a comb
along a horse's flanks
and the language of leaves
moves in the blood.

I galloped that night
without end or country, alone,
coursing through mud and wheat,
dreams and springwater.
I left behind like centuries
the corrugated forests,
the conversations of trees,
the greening capitals,
the families of the soil.

I went back to my own region,
went back to not dreaming
on the street, to being
this grayish traveler
in the world of barbershops,
this me wearing shoes,
with hunger and spectacles,
who doesn't know where
he came from, who is lost,
who gets up in the morning
missing the meadow grass,
who goes to bed sightless
to dream without rain.

The minute they're not looking,
I leave for Renaico.


pablo neruda

forgive me my tangential thinking

a few things i like about work:

i like to break open the reams
of paper how my dad said he used to break them open when he worked at a
printing press. i throw one edge toward the ground and smack there, and
it busts open. pleasure.

i like looking at the christmas cards that come in. sometimes it's such a waste. just a printed message. the best was a snowflake papercut. i wish the dean would get a hannukah card. i enjoy the spelling of the word yarmulke.

and i like heather and her issues with radiohead. how can songs mess with the brain so much?

ok, that about sums up what i like about work right now. malaise.

people are like paperdolls. paperdolls
and people, they're a similar shape. the snow at the cabin was so
fluffy dry that i could actually see the individual snowflakes when i
knelt down to the drift. this is mind boggling, or it puts my brain in
a slingshot, pulls back, and aims for another black hole. scientists
say that each snowflake is unique, different (even if ever so slightly)
from the next. could that be? even with just a foot and a half of snow,
that's billions of particles of uniqueness (dad: remember, you are
unique. just like everybody else). what if you could see each
individual snowflake as it fell? or in a blizzard, each flake was
flashed in front of your eyes?

"bully black hole punches nearby
galaxy" now, that is a violent headline. and the black hole is
personified. neat. props to the news!

valentin, an argentine movie, threw me into a fierce nostalgia. i miss la gran republica like a hot iron misses a wrinkly shirt. or worse. maybe i could live there.

i'm trying not to listen to everything means nothing to me by elliott smith. and arpeggi/weird fishes by radiohead. and house of cards and talk show host by the same. i'm trying to listen to christmas music, but i can't. by trying, in all those cases, i mean failing.

i did get a good chunk of my paper done yesterday! i'm almost done! i want to live in a rock on the grand staircase!

friday

yesterday's conundrum.

three atypical things happened yesterday, all of which deserve mention:

1. my comrade was hit by a car
2. i won a prize
3. a sign saying boot/tow had the backslash changed to a y

my case is a coincidence.

they're not always meaningful.
yeah, it's meaningful.

meaningful how?
that's what i want you to find out.


about your life.
yeah, about my life.


and about the whole thing.
about the universe, you know? the big one.

noel nouvelet

sufjan, you win the prize for christmas music. this year's prize is one set of satisfied ears. sorry, you can't claim the prize.

but don't be fooled. christmas isn't the only thing i'm listening to. one word, in two-word format: patrick watson. find luscious life and listen to it.