How have I missed Thee? Let me count the ways
I've missed thee for thy unruly hair,
I've missed thee for thy wonderous stare
I've missed thee for thy laughable demeanour,
I've missed thee because thou art such a keener.
written by: CSM Davis
in fifteen seconds on msn msgr
okay...so it's not E. Barrett-Browning, but before you criticize, could you do better in fifteen seconds? if you think you can, consider this a challenge. submit a fifteen second poem if you've got the balls. besides, have you ever seen such an inspired use of the keener?
Never in your life!!!
regardless, this is a wonderful excuse to practice my html and it was written with love so you can just skip to the next blog or suck it up. personally, i'd rather you suck it up.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
things i have learned - Jan 28/06
in no particular order:
2)signing Michael Moore's name to a critique of conservative/republican politics will guarantee that any self-indulgent piece of literary crap will spread faster than herpes 2 at band camp.
3)never lick a frozen chicken...nothing good can come of it
1)if you invite a small african man over to dinner he will only want to eat zebra meat.
sincerely yours,
Michael Moore
copyright(imagine a copyright sign) toac.
2)signing Michael Moore's name to a critique of conservative/republican politics will guarantee that any self-indulgent piece of literary crap will spread faster than herpes 2 at band camp.
3)never lick a frozen chicken...nothing good can come of it
1)if you invite a small african man over to dinner he will only want to eat zebra meat.
sincerely yours,
Michael Moore
copyright(imagine a copyright sign) toac.
not so conservative afterall - Jan 27/06
props to Harper.
all left -wing Canadians breathed a collective sigh of relief this week as the new prime minister told the American Foreign Minister to suck it and stop trying to run our country. despite my many misgivings about the potential threat to our sovereignty under conservative rule, i'm glad to see that they are at least slightly relcuctant to get into bed with our neighbours to the south...at least on the first date
all left -wing Canadians breathed a collective sigh of relief this week as the new prime minister told the American Foreign Minister to suck it and stop trying to run our country. despite my many misgivings about the potential threat to our sovereignty under conservative rule, i'm glad to see that they are at least slightly relcuctant to get into bed with our neighbours to the south...at least on the first date
it's a bust - June 6/06
remember how i said i was going to be frugal until pentecost sunday to save money for my cross country voyage...well that sorta went to pot.
what can i say? i got a better offer.
what can a little mixie spend $400 on in a month?
- theatre tickets ( lord of the rings the musical is sooo over rated): billions of dollars
-dinners: $50
-too much tim hortons for my own good $20
-hamburgers to feed the ravenous masses: $50
-movie tickets : $12
-clubbing, (mental note: make sure to plan ahead and do the guest list thing): $12
-drinks for me and my cronies to make the clubbing less painful: $27
-bus tickets and passes to traipse through downtown t dot with ease: $58
-fabulous clothes and accessories (and by clothes i mean one shirt, but i did get the awesomest puma bag): $50
- random things that i can't recall: more dollars
being a tourist in your own city: priceless.
thanks charles! but next time we put on the ritz can we go for the cheap version?
what can i say? i got a better offer.
what can a little mixie spend $400 on in a month?
- theatre tickets ( lord of the rings the musical is sooo over rated): billions of dollars
-dinners: $50
-too much tim hortons for my own good $20
-hamburgers to feed the ravenous masses: $50
-movie tickets : $12
-clubbing, (mental note: make sure to plan ahead and do the guest list thing): $12
-drinks for me and my cronies to make the clubbing less painful: $27
-bus tickets and passes to traipse through downtown t dot with ease: $58
-fabulous clothes and accessories (and by clothes i mean one shirt, but i did get the awesomest puma bag): $50
- random things that i can't recall: more dollars
being a tourist in your own city: priceless.
thanks charles! but next time we put on the ritz can we go for the cheap version?
fresh prince, eat your heart out! - May 18/06
since my last entry many things have changed. it wasn't the drastic change that i had been looking for, but subtle changes in every aspect of my life. just enough to renew your will to live...or my will to live.
let's recap shall we;
school: the day after i posted my blog i discover that i have been thrust into a new faculty. it's time to say farewell to the lackadaisical days of arts and face the future as a health studies student head on. whatever that means.
work: surprise! my boss sold the store with no days notice. one day i was working for him, the next i wasn't. whatever shall i do? with boss man out of the picture we are currently being corporately run. on monday i had the pleasure of working with rosencrantz and guildenstern (it's a hamlet reference, either you get it or you don't). it's only by God's grace that i didn't kill one of the todds. yes todds with an "s", as in two todds. don't even get me started. but it's all good, i still have my job for as long as i want it and i've got senority so i can do as i please. yeah right, head office has a list as long as the stick up their a$$ of things that have to be "ammended". bastards.
church: i have decided to rejoin the worship team at church.
my sabbatical has been long enough. i have spent enough time singing in the pews trying to lift my voice loud enough to encourage others to open their mouths and lift their hearts. though i disagree with those who say that it is the job of the worship team to lead ppl "into the spirit" or "guide them to the throne of grace", if my church congregation refuses to do what they are called to do, for lack of confidence, lack of awe or because they have to much pride to fall on their knees before their God then i will show them how to be undignified. cause on that final day i want to hear "well done, my good and faithful servant." heck ya!
life: finalized my trip to quebec...i'm nervous. gonna be staying with cannibalistic frogs, who wouldn't be. I've also decided to prolong my summer adventure and head out west to visit la famille in the v. dot. this will result in an extended commitment to my job because i will be effectively broke upon my return from my cross country odyssey.
spent the day trying to turn water into wine...failed,
pretty much shaved my head...yup.
love: N/A...yeah....
fin
let's recap shall we;
school: the day after i posted my blog i discover that i have been thrust into a new faculty. it's time to say farewell to the lackadaisical days of arts and face the future as a health studies student head on. whatever that means.
work: surprise! my boss sold the store with no days notice. one day i was working for him, the next i wasn't. whatever shall i do? with boss man out of the picture we are currently being corporately run. on monday i had the pleasure of working with rosencrantz and guildenstern (it's a hamlet reference, either you get it or you don't). it's only by God's grace that i didn't kill one of the todds. yes todds with an "s", as in two todds. don't even get me started. but it's all good, i still have my job for as long as i want it and i've got senority so i can do as i please. yeah right, head office has a list as long as the stick up their a$$ of things that have to be "ammended". bastards.
church: i have decided to rejoin the worship team at church.
my sabbatical has been long enough. i have spent enough time singing in the pews trying to lift my voice loud enough to encourage others to open their mouths and lift their hearts. though i disagree with those who say that it is the job of the worship team to lead ppl "into the spirit" or "guide them to the throne of grace", if my church congregation refuses to do what they are called to do, for lack of confidence, lack of awe or because they have to much pride to fall on their knees before their God then i will show them how to be undignified. cause on that final day i want to hear "well done, my good and faithful servant." heck ya!
life: finalized my trip to quebec...i'm nervous. gonna be staying with cannibalistic frogs, who wouldn't be. I've also decided to prolong my summer adventure and head out west to visit la famille in the v. dot. this will result in an extended commitment to my job because i will be effectively broke upon my return from my cross country odyssey.
spent the day trying to turn water into wine...failed,
pretty much shaved my head...yup.
love: N/A...yeah....
fin
please explain - April 15/06
please explain how i can go out to dinner, get a $15 meal and end up paying $25? even with my rudimentary math skills that doesn't add up...
even with a freakin calculator that doesn't add up!
next time i go out i'm getting a separate bill. i'm not cheap and i'm not petty, but it takes me four hours to make 40 bucks and if i end up paying someone else's share that's just another hand in my pocket
summer break is the single worst thing that can happen to your bank account. in the past four weeks my bank account has been deprived of over $400.
$400!!! what could i have possible spent $400 on? various things...definitely not clothes.
buxton strife is sporting the latest in homeless fashion.
wearing pants from jr. high with stragetically located holes for breathablity; a free give away shirt; stolen socks and a grey woolen hat . she looks oh so chic in vagrant couture
even though easter is tomorrow i am going to give up spending money for lent.
commencing lent 2.0.
my penny pinching will continue until ...next easter.
ha! like that's gonna happn.
can't wander the drunken streets of quebec for five weeks without spending money. especially if i intend to join in the drunken revelry.
debauchery demands unrestrained monetary recklessness
don't get me wrong, i'm no sybarite. i was so good last night i should be awarded sainthood.
i'm just saying, if i wanted to join the rabble-rousing it would require an ungodly expenditure of money.
and so, in anticipation of a substantial decrease in the overall size of my bank account, lent 2.0, beginning the 18th day of the 4th month of the 2006th year of our Lord, shall last henceforth until the holy day of pentecost...or until i get an offer i can't refuse.
anti-dextrous - March 4/06
i am so tired i cannot move my arms.
i am typing this with my nose...
i have also been out- smarted by a plastic bag.
unfortunate things all around
LENT - the musical - March 2/06
i am giving up stress for Lent.
WHAT?
how am i ever going to survive 40 straight days stress free?
i do not know.
stress has been such a constant companion. always there for me whether i need it or not. what will i do without it?!
eat lots of cake probably. not study for exams. hand in mediocre assignments, or maybe not hand them in at all. goof off at work and spend too much time liming
wait,
i already do that.
but without stress maybe i wont have that annoying superego nagging me all the time.
i've changed my mind. i'll give up guilt for Lent instead.
WHAT?!
how am i ever going to survive 40 straight days guilt free?
i do not know.
guilt has been such a constant companion. always there whether i need it or not. what will i do without it?
eat lots of cake probably. not study for exams. hand in mediocre assignments, or maybe not hand them in at all. goof off at work and spend too much time liming. oh yes, and most importantly, not give a damn
i can live with that.
WHAT?
how am i ever going to survive 40 straight days stress free?
i do not know.
stress has been such a constant companion. always there for me whether i need it or not. what will i do without it?!
eat lots of cake probably. not study for exams. hand in mediocre assignments, or maybe not hand them in at all. goof off at work and spend too much time liming
wait,
i already do that.
but without stress maybe i wont have that annoying superego nagging me all the time.
i've changed my mind. i'll give up guilt for Lent instead.
WHAT?!
how am i ever going to survive 40 straight days guilt free?
i do not know.
guilt has been such a constant companion. always there whether i need it or not. what will i do without it?
eat lots of cake probably. not study for exams. hand in mediocre assignments, or maybe not hand them in at all. goof off at work and spend too much time liming. oh yes, and most importantly, not give a damn
i can live with that.
my heart - Feb 22/06
i feel like i am floating.
my heart is breaking as we speak.
the separation of spirit and mind, my body feels so weak.
a crushing wave of throbbing pain
i cannot touch the floor.
twice this week my faith's been tested
i can't take it anymore.
to redeem the lies of another i placed my trust in you
but now my eyes are clouded,
tears stuck, i am unglued.
standing alone my hands are shaking
i never would have thought it true.
disoriented- my world is breaking
i choke on thoughts of you.
---
this is not poetry for poetry's sake, nor is it very good. it is a cathartic release. now i know how i feel. the end.
end note: to clear up any confusion or foolish assumptions this poem is not about the person mentioned in the previous blog.
my heart is breaking as we speak.
the separation of spirit and mind, my body feels so weak.
a crushing wave of throbbing pain
i cannot touch the floor.
twice this week my faith's been tested
i can't take it anymore.
to redeem the lies of another i placed my trust in you
but now my eyes are clouded,
tears stuck, i am unglued.
standing alone my hands are shaking
i never would have thought it true.
disoriented- my world is breaking
i choke on thoughts of you.
---
this is not poetry for poetry's sake, nor is it very good. it is a cathartic release. now i know how i feel. the end.
end note: to clear up any confusion or foolish assumptions this poem is not about the person mentioned in the previous blog.
i should be working - Feb 22/06
lately i've been overcome with this irresistible urge to kill someone.
note: my desire to maim and destroy is not some random compulsion brought on by a psychological imbalance directed at some innocent victim.
far from it in fact.
my desire to kill is a very sane and rational response directed towards a very specific person. a person who shall remain nameless, although anyone who reads this and knows me can probably guess.
murder. the ultimate closure.
this is an unfortunate feeling.
having just come back from retreat, (and because i am not completely morally corrupt) i know i should not kill people. lucky for this person Jesus specifically says not to kill people... okay, moses said it but it was from God and God and Jesus are tight so it's pretty much the same right?
maybe i could just hate them.
hating's good.
" if anyone says 'I love God' but hates his brother, he is a liar".
seronica is not a liar.
life would be so much easier if I didn't have to be Christ like.
easier, but full of spite and pain.
not so easy really, just sad.
sad and lonely. and spiteful.
so what can i do?
read my bible and pray. and burn all their stuff.
fire. the other ultimate closure .
note: my desire to maim and destroy is not some random compulsion brought on by a psychological imbalance directed at some innocent victim.
far from it in fact.
my desire to kill is a very sane and rational response directed towards a very specific person. a person who shall remain nameless, although anyone who reads this and knows me can probably guess.
murder. the ultimate closure.
this is an unfortunate feeling.
having just come back from retreat, (and because i am not completely morally corrupt) i know i should not kill people. lucky for this person Jesus specifically says not to kill people... okay, moses said it but it was from God and God and Jesus are tight so it's pretty much the same right?
maybe i could just hate them.
hating's good.
" if anyone says 'I love God' but hates his brother, he is a liar".
seronica is not a liar.
life would be so much easier if I didn't have to be Christ like.
easier, but full of spite and pain.
not so easy really, just sad.
sad and lonely. and spiteful.
so what can i do?
read my bible and pray. and burn all their stuff.
fire. the other ultimate closure .
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
empty glasses - May 9/2006
Contrary to what people may say, alcohol does not make your problems disappear.
if anything, it makes them a little more blurry.
i almost finished my bottle of raspberry vodka today, (but the night is still young so who knows, it may still happen.) and yet i have found no solution. no answer...even the questions are hard to grasp.
where do i go from here?
i feel so old and yet so unaccomplished.
i fear it is time to do something drastic, but i don't know what.
drifting between misunderstanding and utter confusion i feel like i've been here before.
i have been here before.
is life an endless circle of moments relived? must disappointments and bitterness be recycled, while we sit watching-
watching others find fulfillment as they bear all the weight of our imagining?
but no matter how hard we try solace cannot be found at the bottom of an empty glass. there are no answers there.
and so i wait, in the safety of familiarity and the constant mind numbing drudgery for something to find me, to force me to be something bigger than myself...
but i cannot wait. something must be done
and so i stand,
screaming into the abyss,
searching for a light,
but... still waiting...
for someone to take my hand.
if anything, it makes them a little more blurry.
i almost finished my bottle of raspberry vodka today, (but the night is still young so who knows, it may still happen.) and yet i have found no solution. no answer...even the questions are hard to grasp.
where do i go from here?
i feel so old and yet so unaccomplished.
i fear it is time to do something drastic, but i don't know what.
drifting between misunderstanding and utter confusion i feel like i've been here before.
i have been here before.
is life an endless circle of moments relived? must disappointments and bitterness be recycled, while we sit watching-
watching others find fulfillment as they bear all the weight of our imagining?
but no matter how hard we try solace cannot be found at the bottom of an empty glass. there are no answers there.
and so i wait, in the safety of familiarity and the constant mind numbing drudgery for something to find me, to force me to be something bigger than myself...
but i cannot wait. something must be done
and so i stand,
screaming into the abyss,
searching for a light,
but... still waiting...
for someone to take my hand.
i have joined the masses
this is officially my first blogspot post.
prior to this morning's revelation that it is time that i grow up and move from the ranks of lowly myspace blogger to the beautiful sophistication of blogspot, i had been posting most of my work on myspace.
having made the wise decision to switch blogspot i will repost my blogs here. if you are familiar with my previous work feel free to pass over them and read my new stuff.
enjoy.
prior to this morning's revelation that it is time that i grow up and move from the ranks of lowly myspace blogger to the beautiful sophistication of blogspot, i had been posting most of my work on myspace.
having made the wise decision to switch blogspot i will repost my blogs here. if you are familiar with my previous work feel free to pass over them and read my new stuff.
enjoy.
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