I seem to suck at photography unless I'm alone and taking pictures of natural things. Virtually every shot I took in DC and New York came out horrible. (So I've omitted almost all of those.)

piktors )

so besides all that,
i seem to be digesting some pasty muck of panic,
and I feel like I've not been here before.

these bats are hollow, though, and passably shuttered to ceiling when words will them.

I had a dream that I had a rectangular-prism block of sorts in my pocket.
On each long side were written two lines of a poem.
I can't remember any of it, unfortunately, but it began by dipping one's emotions in a sort of marshy agitation and ended with an immensely cathartic, uplifting couplet.

it was actually similar to what a lot of prog rock epics do near their endings [reaching, after twenty-some minutes, some bit about the ocean or the sun or a seed growing or being home or being whole]--

example 1 [save as], example 2 [save as]

yeah, I don't know. ramble ramble.
notyourbroom: (confuse a cat)
warning: boring

for your consideration )

I'm beating a dead horse by this point, but no one was fazed by this. No one found it odd.

This is why linguistics and cognitive studies sounds like a good idea to me.

° Unsupported, probably-invalid assertion
Informal Itemised Treatise on the Objects which Evoke in the Author a Turkeyday

{editeditedit [which by 'Turkeyday' he means something akin to 'enthankfulled']]]]]]

Round One // Fight )
man. the laundry room is brutal today.

[there are] students camped out in savage settlements, clawing [other people's] loads of laundry from the machines as soon as the cycles finish... tossing clumps of clothing haphazardly into corners, herds of forgotten socks rotting on the floor like dead, vacuumed rats...

complete bellum omnium contra omnes. hobbes must be killing kittens in his casket right now. well, not that i blame him. i guess there wouldn't be much else to do, anyway.

I'm lucky enough to have two loads in dryers and one wet load collecting grime on a dusty shelf.

I inadvertantly learned a trick, though--

if you double-pay at the dryer, you can make it double the time.

This effectively reserves the dryer for two of your loads, since no one will be crazy enough to {stop a dryer mid-cycle, dispose of the clothing within, and then use the remainder of someone else's paid time for their own load}. So you're free to mosey on down once half your dryer-time is up, take out your first load, replace it with a second, and re-start the cycle. No real chance of machine-takeover. I approve.
current want:

a report on myers-briggs temperament evaluations as a function of successive generations- with multiple data-points for different life-periods for those involved-
oh, and some sleep.

quiet slumber evaluated as a continuous function of heteronomous logic

Goes the weasel! all
around the cobbler's bench;

The monkey chased the weasel-
pop! came the rain-
merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily under the
haystack, and

Washed the spider out;
he called for his pipe, and he


For his Bowl-
to see a lamb at School;
baa,    Black      Sheep--




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