keep your expectations low and i will rise to the occasion.

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Saturday, March 12, 2011

Day 71



"I know the feeling of being all alone...
so let's drink to the fact we're not!"

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Day 68



"Tattoo" by Todd Davis

Try telling the boy who’s just had his girlfriend’s name
cut into his arm that there’s slippage between the signifier
and the signified. Or better yet explain to the girl
who watched in the mirror as the tattoo artist stitched
the word for her father’s name (on earth as in heaven)
across her back that words aren’t made of flesh and blood,
that they don’t bite the skin. Language is the animal
we’ve trained to pick up the scent of meaning. It’s why
when the boy hears his father yelling at the door
he sends the dog that he’s kept hungry, that he’s kicked,
then loved, to attack the man, to show him that every word
has a consequence, that language, when used right, hurts.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Day 66



i love cous cous. what a delicious... er... grain-type thing! so good. mix it with a little spinach and you're really working with something.