Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
More like "Run, Yeti, run and don't look back, we've got Shakespeare! You'll never understand it!"
NOTES FROM A NONEXISTENT HIMALAYAN EXPEDITION
So these are the Himalayas.
Mountains racing to the moon.
The moment of their start recorded
on the startling, ripped canvas of the sky.
Holes punched in a desert of clouds.
Thrust into nothing.
Echo--a white mute.
Quiet.
Yeti, down there we've got Wednesday,
bread and alphabets.
Two times two is four.
Roses are red there,
and violets are blue.
Yeti, crime is not all
we're up to down there.
yeti, not every sentence there
means death.
We've inherited hope-
the gift of forgetting.
You'll see how we give birth among the ruins.
Yeti, we've got Shakespeare there.
Yeti, we play solitaire
and violin. At nightfall,
we turn lights on, Yeti.
Up here it's neither moon nor earth.
Tears freeze.
Oh Yeti, semi-moonman,
turn back, think again!
I called this to the Yeti
inside four walls of avalance,
stomping my feet for warmth
on the everlasting
snow.
-Wislawa Symborska (1923 - )
from View With a Grain of Sand
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Carne for Kitty.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
Sunday, July 8, 2007
So, a guy walks into a bar in the old West...
...And sees a 3-legged dog sitting at a table, drinking whiskey. He thinks, 'how odd', and he asks the dog, 'what's a three- legged dog like you doing in this here bar?' The dog slowly looks up from his whiskey, tips his hat and snarls 'I'm lookin'for the man that shot my paw.'
Ho Ho HO! It made Chica and Parker laugh so give it up for pun joke--
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
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