everybody knows

why does grief feel so lonely?

Blue Without You

Plans for the afternoon were canceled by the person they were with. I kind of expected it, so I'm a little surprised - and irritated - at how irritated I am by that.

She actively rescheduled, so maybe it's not the blowoff that it seems to be. But I do think I shall take only one more. I care for her immensely, but I should probably care for me, too.

Also, there's a blues jam tonight that will surely prove more irritating than cathartic. So there's that. 

as long as I stay clean

I kissed Molly.

It was arguably a mistake. It was a sweet moment and I wanted to so I did. Maybe I shouldn't have; but I do not now, nor will I, regret it. At the end of the day, I kissed a pretty girl. No loss.

Nobody's home

I hate that.

"Let the rain sing you a lullaby"

Apparently my insomnia is waterproof.

Doomed.

Researchers at University College London find you can, in fact, be bored to death.

[Subjects] who reported feeling a great deal of boredom were 37 per cent more likely to have died by the end of the study, the researchers found.

Yikes. I'm doomed, I tell ya, doomed.

Now back to aimlessly surfing the Internet for useless information.

just super

I've made a pledge to attend all the Super Bowl events I've been invited to.

Employee of the Month

To some this poem seems maudlin or self-pitying. I like the humour in it. The wry smile.

Factory of Tears

And once again according to the annual report
the highest productivity results were achieved
by the Factory of Tears.

While the Department of Transportation was breaking heels
while the Department of Heart Affairs
was beating hysterically
the Factory of Tears was working night shifts
setting new records even on holidays.

While the Food Refinery Station
was trying to digest another catastrophe
the Factory of Tears adopted a new economically advantageous
technology of recycling the wastes of past —
memories mostly.

The pictures of the employees of the year
were placed on the Wall of Tears.

I’m a recipient of workers comp from the heroic Factory of Tears.
I have calluses on my eyes.
I have compound fractures on my cheeks.
I receive my wages with the product I manufacture.
And I’m happy with what I have.

by Valzhyna Mort

translation by Valzhyna Mort ,Franz Wright, and Elizabeth Oehlkers Wright
from Factory of Tears; Copper Canyon Press, 2008

I Fucking Love This Song!

This has just replaced Dido's "White Flag"* as my personal anthem (for now).



*Yeah, I guess it's been awhile since I've visited that particular category. Shut up.