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Switched bins at work. I'm sore all over. But strangely enough, not in my arms. Shot the breeze with a few coworkers in the gaurd shack before hitching a ride home. One of them was talking about the movie/documentary Zeitgeist, which I've heard of before and now really want to see. He said he'd burn it for me. The other, I now owe pie.
Heheh:
http://www.economist.com/daily/kallery/displaystory.cfm?story_id=11294947
It's a little sad that this is funny, but then that's how political cartoons are supposed to be.
Not a big fan of this new poet, Myloka Vorobyov. The most redeemable one of the lot is this one:
36a. (Childhood's Too Far Back)
Childhood's too far back.
The clay symbols are sapped.
Anyone hiding in lanterns
is linked to golden luster.
Maybe in the morning, I'll take a train leap
to the place I'll surely stay.
It's called homeland.
Obviously the translation from Ukrainian is pretty atrocious, but I'm not convinced that's the only problem. There's simply no energy . It's boring. I doubt I'll enjoy class very much today, although my professor might get a kick out of how disparaging I'll be. I'm pretty bored of poetry in general - I'm ready for something more imediately relevant. I have a feeling it would still captivate my interest if it weren't essentially the only coursework I'm doing.
I'm trying to decide what to put in my garden when I move into the house. I realize this is five months into the future, but still. Any suggestions?
Heheh:
http://www.economist.com/daily/kallery/displaystory.cfm?story_id=11294947
It's a little sad that this is funny, but then that's how political cartoons are supposed to be.
Not a big fan of this new poet, Myloka Vorobyov. The most redeemable one of the lot is this one:
36a. (Childhood's Too Far Back)
Childhood's too far back.
The clay symbols are sapped.
Anyone hiding in lanterns
is linked to golden luster.
Maybe in the morning, I'll take a train leap
to the place I'll surely stay.
It's called homeland.
Obviously the translation from Ukrainian is pretty atrocious, but I'm not convinced that's the only problem. There's simply no energy . It's boring. I doubt I'll enjoy class very much today, although my professor might get a kick out of how disparaging I'll be. I'm pretty bored of poetry in general - I'm ready for something more imediately relevant. I have a feeling it would still captivate my interest if it weren't essentially the only coursework I'm doing.
I'm trying to decide what to put in my garden when I move into the house. I realize this is five months into the future, but still. Any suggestions?