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.


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…


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!