Sunday, January 29, 2006
Weekend in Denver
"I hate multiple-birth babies."
We were watching the war on tv when a Cingular ad with three identical boy-men parading in casual wear (one in white, one in black, one in charcoal) interrupted the air raid sirens in Baghdad.
"What?!"
"They freak me out."
"Ok." The weekend was giving Meagan ample opportunity to exercise her special talent in expressing strong, instantly developed opinions. Ministerial in delivery, these statements were gospel to her, for at least an hour.
"More than midgets?" That morning she had exclaimed how upsetting she found little people.
"Tough to call... But I never want to meet identical dwarfs."
It was the first time I had seen her in a couple years. We had a falling out our senior year in college while sharing a loft. The changes we underwent our junior years abroad combined with the added stress of living in a space without doors or walls left me with the understanding that Meagan was a self-involved bitch, and left her with the impression that I was a pathetic, boring whiner.
We were watching the war on tv when a Cingular ad with three identical boy-men parading in casual wear (one in white, one in black, one in charcoal) interrupted the air raid sirens in Baghdad.
"What?!"
"They freak me out."
"Ok." The weekend was giving Meagan ample opportunity to exercise her special talent in expressing strong, instantly developed opinions. Ministerial in delivery, these statements were gospel to her, for at least an hour.
"More than midgets?" That morning she had exclaimed how upsetting she found little people.
"Tough to call... But I never want to meet identical dwarfs."
It was the first time I had seen her in a couple years. We had a falling out our senior year in college while sharing a loft. The changes we underwent our junior years abroad combined with the added stress of living in a space without doors or walls left me with the understanding that Meagan was a self-involved bitch, and left her with the impression that I was a pathetic, boring whiner.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
College Algebra
I am sitting next to a kid with a graphing calculator the size of a Sony Playstation. The good kind, it factors, and is prohibited during every standardized test administered in this country. A book is draped across his lap, an intruction manual subtitled, "A Guide to Writing Research Papers."
I have started more than 200 hundred stories. I think I've finished 4. I'm just going to start posting what I've started, cuz I'm ok with never finishing them now.
Jason's graduation at Middlebury
Buddha gazed up at the bo tree.
"I must have fallen asleep," he said as he sat up and stretched from his morning meditation. The evening sun on his legs confirmed it. He was new to meditation, and found falling into sleep to be a very frustrating snag along his path to enlightenment.
He reached for his rice bowl as it was now late enough for the day's single grain. Buddha suspected the diet may be affecting his meditative concentration. "I can't wait to lose this princely belly! I am tired of eating like a starving mouse." His hand found his bowl filled with a steaming clear broth. He gasped.
"You slept nearly a week," said a bull elephant from behind him.
"What?"
"Fever."
"Oh. Where's my rice?"
"The mouse ate it yesterday, I think. She's sleeping now; asked that I look after you."
"I must have fallen asleep," he said as he sat up and stretched from his morning meditation. The evening sun on his legs confirmed it. He was new to meditation, and found falling into sleep to be a very frustrating snag along his path to enlightenment.
He reached for his rice bowl as it was now late enough for the day's single grain. Buddha suspected the diet may be affecting his meditative concentration. "I can't wait to lose this princely belly! I am tired of eating like a starving mouse." His hand found his bowl filled with a steaming clear broth. He gasped.
"You slept nearly a week," said a bull elephant from behind him.
"What?"
"Fever."
"Oh. Where's my rice?"
"The mouse ate it yesterday, I think. She's sleeping now; asked that I look after you."
