Walmart is a middle-America-morality mongering, child-labor leeching monstrosity that strives to care about the environment.
Disney is an inauthentic pap-producing, culture annihilating enterprise that happily welcomes LGBTs.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
BBW
I’m 5.6” and weighed in at the doctor’s last week at 128 lbs. It’s a lot. Five months ago--unpregnant--I weighed 108 lbs.
Still and all--and no matter how adoringly he does it--I don’t think Big A has any business calling me a big, beautiful woman.
Yeah, I told him off :).
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Still and all--and no matter how adoringly he does it--I don’t think Big A has any business calling me a big, beautiful woman.
Yeah, I told him off :).
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Thursday, May 31, 2007
REMINDER
Take a chance,
Balance across the spines
Of mountains, memories.
Tune into happiness,
The mess of things turned true
At the moment of utterance.
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Balance across the spines
Of mountains, memories.
Tune into happiness,
The mess of things turned true
At the moment of utterance.
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Wednesday, May 02, 2007
How I know it’s *definitely* time for a snack-break
When halfway through a book about pre-Elizabethan England i read
the queen “delivered the prizes…”
as
“the queen delivered the pizza.”
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the queen “delivered the prizes…”
as
“the queen delivered the pizza.”
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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Jouer: Games of Chance and Skill
Weaving her
More or less Futbol-shaped
Bump through New York streets
She assumes that
The moment which
Fathered it
Arose
Not in their nest of banked
Bedclothes and soft words
But a good ten
Or fifteen minutes
After
When summoned
To play soccer,
And sweating
In the icy breath
Of January dusk,
Her palm laid
Against the insistent bark
Of a wintering tree,
She feels rather than sees
the ball stream by
(Stealthy and silent
As an idea)
Past
Her surprised
and ineffective feet
And hears his exultant
Half laugh-half shout
Goal!
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More or less Futbol-shaped
Bump through New York streets
She assumes that
The moment which
Fathered it
Arose
Not in their nest of banked
Bedclothes and soft words
But a good ten
Or fifteen minutes
After
When summoned
To play soccer,
And sweating
In the icy breath
Of January dusk,
Her palm laid
Against the insistent bark
Of a wintering tree,
She feels rather than sees
the ball stream by
(Stealthy and silent
As an idea)
Past
Her surprised
and ineffective feet
And hears his exultant
Half laugh-half shout
Goal!
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Monday, April 30, 2007
Beloved
Me (looking up from my reading, face shiny with iambic pentameter):
Big A, I loooooooooove Shakespeare!
Big A (who thought that sentence was going to end rather differently, making a valiant comeback):
And Shakespeare loves you, puppy!
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Big A, I loooooooooove Shakespeare!
Big A (who thought that sentence was going to end rather differently, making a valiant comeback):
And Shakespeare loves you, puppy!
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Sunday, April 29, 2007
I’m sorry I haven’t said anything
Each time
I started to
To say something
There is yelling
Voices bewailing their dead
Guns go off
Or cannons roar
Not cannons. Rather things
So up-to-date and fierce
I don’t even know what they’re rightly called
Sometimes I can hear
People begging for their lives
From those there to harm them
And from those that cannot hear them
I open my mouth to say something
And then I shut it again
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I started to
To say something
There is yelling
Voices bewailing their dead
Guns go off
Or cannons roar
Not cannons. Rather things
So up-to-date and fierce
I don’t even know what they’re rightly called
Sometimes I can hear
People begging for their lives
From those there to harm them
And from those that cannot hear them
I open my mouth to say something
And then I shut it again
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