2 pomes

Sunday, 31 March 2002

easter was great! filet mignon was even bet­ter. two new pomes. shuffel7/​firefly par­a­digm and un­ti­tled8, plus a new link to Digital Ghosts.

ND to Fargo

Friday, 29 March 2002

dis­tance from ND to Fargo…734.2 miles…estimated hours of trav­el­ing time 12hrs, 27mins. thank god for in­stant mes­sen­ger. too bad you can’t ac­tu­ally look at or touch the per­son you are talk­ing to. i’m gonna write a pa­per on the re­flex­iv­ity of an­thro­po­log­i­cal film­mak­ing now.

Comments

Thursday, 28 March 2002

i’m try­ing to get a com­ments thing up and run­ning for these ran­dom mus­ings. it is tougher than it looks es­pe­cially for some­one that knows no HTML. i don’t like it when peo­ple get sick. i never know what to do to help them out. when­ever i get sick i just wrap my­self up in a bunch of clothes and blan­kets and go un­der my cov­ers with my elec­tric blan­ket on and don’t leave un­til i feel bet­ter. i think my po­etry needs some­thing new, but i can­not fig­ure out what. i need to talk about it with some­one. this week­end is go­ing to be long for many rea­sons some of them good. i went to mc­cormicks and had kicked all kinds of ass at darts. good­night.

Extreme Sleep Deprivation

Wednesday, 27 March 2002

ex­treme sleep de­pri­va­tion. i smell nice though and will hope­fully ac­com­plish some work this night. i do not have any­thing par­tic­u­larly en­light­en­ing to say to­day, but i do have some­thing that is im­por­tant any­way. be hon­est, bru­tally so, with every­one that is im­por­tant to you. it gets eas­ier af­ter awhile. and they will re­spect you for it. in other news i got back some NCAA pics and put a cou­ple in the al­bum. check it out. there might be a new pome be­fore the night is through…

Labels

Tuesday, 26 March 2002

la­bels are use­less. they only serve as lim­iters when ap­plied to a per­son. i am a Fencer, Anthropologist, Hick, or Romantic. all of these con­tain some truth but ex­clude other truths. i am more than a la­bel, and my chal­lenge is to make sure that i do not la­bel a per­son. mul­ti­fac­eted and polydimensional…aren’t we all? per­haps i am ADAM, but per­haps i am more than that. it is hard to know how much cul­ture is a ben­e­fit and how much of it im­pedes us from self-ac­tu­al­iza­tion. guid­ance comes from within but can­not suc­ceed with­out help from with­out. or is it the other way around? what is it that makes team­work so in­stinc­tive and in­di­vid­u­al­ity so prob­lem­atic. how do i know if i am be­ing true to my­self and not de­lud­ing my psy­che into a realm of my own imag­in­ings?

Fucking 3rd Place

Monday, 25 March 2002

fuck­ing 3rd place. lets see what happened…broke my glasses, al­most got ar­rested, got caught in a snow­storm. time spent in a car traveling…22 hours. classes today…2. home­work needs hap­pen­ing, and all i want is a back­rub. i’m go­ing to sleep now since i just got back and it is 3AM.

to­day was quite pos­si­bly the longest day ever. it is spring right? then why did we get a few inches of snow? where are the damn cro­cuses? lis­ten to this song. it kicks ass. also check out the new link.

A Kiss

Wednesday, 20 March 2002

🙂 i got a kiss 🙂 how­ever i am also leav­ing to­day for the NCAA fenc­ing cham­pi­onship at Drew University in New Jersey. I won’t be back till Monday some­time. road­trips are great es­pe­cially since i’ll have a DVcam with which to doc­u­ment and then cre­ate a cool thingy on the tour­na­ment. Go Irish Fencing! i’m rid­ing on a high sev­eral de­grees of mag­ni­tude larger than any­thing i have seen in quite a while. i sense some ma­jor po­et­ics coming…uh oh. peace out y’all and keep on doin’ it right. (what­ever that means). happy spring­time every­one!