Thursday, November 27, 2008
An unexpected surprise: Pukey Yuki stopped by for a spell, to shoot the shit and try my cider. We traded war stories, back to bygone days when we were kings. The man has mellowed, though still cynical as ever; I have a feeling he is not stimulated by his educational environment. Told me he gonna be a teacher but don't wanna, that's the way the game go. We played chess. The phone rang, but I didn't answer.Sally Fallon got me to try a new diet, and just in time for Binge Season. Returning to my diet are many of those tasty stuffs - breads, gravies, milk, cheese, butters, beefs. There are, of course, stipulations, but these I can most certainly stomach. I can only hope my long, tortuous odyssey with diet is drawing to a close. And how fitting, that like Odysseus, I return to homecookin' - the same old foods, just better ingredients.
Coming up: a fat quarter of music-makin', writin' and readin'. (Still waitin' for contract approval from The Overloards of Evergreen.) Let's hope it's not too much work!
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MYW at 12:48 PM
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
flies
fuckin fruit flies flyin around in the oven. tryna get my sourdough, ill burn em up three fifty will teach emMYW at 2:20 PM
Monday, November 24, 2008
Argument always beginswhen dealing with vegans;
Never understood their shame
for causing others pain.
And when we fight
I can never be right
For rhetoric hides
What science provides,
And the fact remains
That a diet of grains
Maybe easier on the earth,
Calms the mind of Ms Werth.
That a diet of grains
Maybe easier on the earth,
Calms the mind of Ms Werth.
MYW at 12:36 AM
Friday, November 7, 2008
Suspicious Hermeneutics
Went to see my buddy SAM yesterday with my classmates, a profoundly sullen group. My interpersonal errance garnered little but botherment, my rhapsodic antics falling on cold ground like dog poop. Not to say I was on my A-game, but my percentages were solid. I had been nursing a bad feeling since a bitter quarrel had with my prof the day before; I had spilled out my concerns about the class, had enumerated them with angst and efficiency. The manner of my disclosure may have maimed my chances - I can get a lil' argumentative. But what do you do when someone won't give you answers or even listen to your questions?Here was a woman who is unconcerned with what you know, what you think or why you might think it. Here is a woman who wants to hear her own ideas issued from another's mouth. She sits at a desk and grades papers, she doesn't mold minds. Really, I could be content with this, it's just not what I was expecting. I'll simply have to reprogram myself out of my usual mode of inquiry, toward one of feckless regurgitation.
In the meantime, here are some thangs I wanna do:
Read the classics: Montaigne, Shakespeare, Plato, Rousseau, Sophocles, Joyce, Homer
Make music
Read some new stuff: Murakami, Pynchon, Ellroy, Sci-fi, Mann, Celine
Establish an avant garde Amazon.com reviewery
Rap with Spencey
Exercise and lift weights
Listen to Teaching Company lectures
Fast
Journal
Sleep in all the time
Hopefully I'll get the support I need from Arney and Chico. Replies haven't been forthcoming, and I'm a bit worried: I may have set off some bad juju. I made contact with one then jumped to the other, crossing my wires. Why do professors and women confound me?
MYW at 4:22 PM