Music Monday: Ain’t got no…
I ain’t got no home… ain’t got no shoes… Ain’t got no money… Ain’t got no class…
...read more hereArchive for January, 2012
On the end of an era… or something
I felt, as the weeks progressed, that as much as I hated it, this job was a cosmic gift with a predetermined expiration date. On that thought, I was able to relax. There was no need to worry how long I was going to be stuck there, nor was there any need to worry about getting fired.
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Poetry Corner Friday: I love you in ridiculous ways…
i love you because i don’t have enough energy for apathy.
i love you because i’m a little bit drunk and you laugh so pretty . . .
On being a grown up
Something in the cosmos must have told me that it was a new year as I sat scribbling away at my list of things to do, and strangely that feeling hasn’t gone away yet. Okay, fine, it’s only been four days since then, but still.
...read more hereOn a worrisome thing
I didn’t look at him while I sang, even though I’m pretty sure I was singing to him… or about him. I looked at a random stranger. I didn’t look at my husband either, though he was in the room. My husband is definitely not the “worrisome thing” the song was referencing.
...read more hereMusic Monday: What You Won’t Do For Love
In my world only you make me do for love what I wouldn’t do…
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Poetry Corner Friday: Fruit Stand
Is it strange
that I am enamoured
of a fruit stand? [...]
On schadenfreude
New Yorkers are like that. We are not intrinsically cheery people. We are all angry, and jaded, and suspicious. Even when we are smiling, we’re secretly waiting for something to go wrong. We revel in our schadenfreude, even when we are the butt of our own jokes. We delight even in our own misfortune, and do not tolerate kindly the fortune of others, unless it’s twisted or short lived. Nobody wants to be around two people who are in love. I would be more popular if I were defiantly trash-talking an ex lover while proclaiming that I didn’t need anybody. Two people in love will quickly be directed to “get a room!”
...read more hereMusic Monday: We Found Love
It was some months later that he insisted to me (as he continues to insist) that I saved his life. I contend that I am too much of a crazy myself to have saved anybody’s life, but the sentiment is sweet.
And furthermore, whether the place was hopeless or not, we certainly found love:
...read more hereOn the end of a phone conversation
Him: No, really. No woman has ever told me to put on a scarf because it’s chilly and I’m fighting a cold.
Me: Have you ever gotten sick while living with a girlfriend in a place that got this cold in the winter?
Him: That’s not the point.
