Someone’s telling me it’s all happening at the zoo. I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it’s true;

January has passed, for the most part, like an absurdist play with regards to all of the various disasters related to our apartment including, but not limited to:  a continuously leaky ceiling (our bed is currently covered in plastic and we haven’t slept in it since Thursday night), two laptops experiencing two separate malfunctions (my [...]

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Interlude of poetry;

I Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his at it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in [...]

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Beneath the vines of California wine;

Until I was flipping through my dad’s Weekend section of the WSJ last weekend, I had no idea of the historical signifcance of today:  it’s the 75th anniversary of Repeal Day, or the day that Prohibition was legally reversed here in the United States.

(source)

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Interlude of poetry;

The poem that sold me on E.E. Cummings when I was a young teenager:

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Interlude of poetry.

Frank O’Hara’s collection Meditations in an Emergency was referenced in the season two premiere of Mad Men, and I then referenced my The Collected Works of Frank O’Hara to find the actual poem.  Here it is for your perusal:
(from here:  http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/emermed)

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What a dream I had: pressed in organdy, clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy softer than the rain;

Consider this:
About the time their tea was brought, the choir member caught me staring over at her party. She stared back at me, with those house-counting eyes of hers, then, abruptly, gave me a small, qualified smile. It was oddly radiant, as certain small, qualified smiles sometimes are. I smiled back, much less radiantly, keeping [...]

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But as the scenery grows I see from different lights–the shades and shadows undlate in my perception. My feelings swell and stretch; I see from greater heights. I realize what I am still too smart to mention;

when the serpents bargain for the right to squirm
and the sun strikes to gain a living wage—
when thorns regard their roses with alarm
and rainbows are insured against old age
 
when every thrush may sing no new moon in
if all screech-owls have not okayed his voice
—and any wave signs on the dotted line
or else an ocean is [...]

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It seems like every story told about us isn’t meant to be;

I used to be a much more voracious reader when I was younger than I am today, mostly because I have a laptop that can provide me with ample entertainment (or, you know, work) to do on my daily commute.  So this year my reading list has been rather pathetic for the moment, but I’m [...]

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I’ve seen angels fall from blinding heights, but you yourself are nothing so divine—just next in line;

In addition to those personal resolutions such as eating healthier (and trying to avoid the sugar that’s all over my office) and consistently exercising (goal is 4-5 times per week), there are others that pertain more here and frankly are more interesting to boot: 

Read more.  My devouring of novels has cooled as of late, and [...]

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