Um, Stuff

There's a poem of mine at The Best American Poetry blog, graciously introduced by Bruce Covey.

Certain Deliveries

Things to note about this postcard I received from Philip Levine a few years ago:
1. Wow! A postcard from Philip Levine. It's cool, because it definitely isn't uncool.
2. Babe Didrickson, the famous female athlete featured on the front, looks a great deal like Conan O'Brien.
3. Philip Levine must really appreciate extraordinary female athletes since the stamp on back features Wilma Rudolph.
4.He was very nice.
5. Certain deliveries happen.

Plans for Stuff that Would Be Wooden, Plus A Quote from Gene Simmons

Not Writing Is the Same as Writing

The kid is like Kindergarten is fine but
it's a lot of sitting. Also,
he is aware of the fact that
certain children don't follow the directions.
The weather's better.
Also, the bike works.
I left the sprinkler on last night.
This morning, I was, like, shit
the sprinkler.
School begins and you eat an unhealthy lunch.
The only difference between you and
a leopard is the shape of everything. That
doesn't matter to me. I wouldn't
bring it up but
I'm watching Intervention.
In these cases, everything matters.

Please! Thanks!

Clipped Stuff

This is a small dreadlock that Jenny clipped out of Stella's hair. One lesson: One's daughter's hair will become very tangled if one doesn't actively de-tangle the hair by either using some de-tangler stuff that comes in a squirt bottle, or by frequent grooming. To deal with this problem, I think removing that section of hair is a good idea. It probably is not a good idea to keep a sleeping cap on your daughter, or to try and glaze her hair into a sort of glazed hair helmet. One might learn other stuff. It's really up to you. I can think of other things, like the apple-perfect circleness of the curl.

The Summer Is Officially Over In A Week

The Summer Is Officially Over In A Week

The Little Birds in the Birdbath

It's a bit sad here tonight.
Blah, you wonder.
I wonder, when did this thing become a diary?
When did I notice the sadness
sliding by the window?
Oh god, it also became a dairy.
And, then, you know that it's true that
there are parents who aren't as
invested in their children.
The shit starts swirling.
No, not a poem!
Not a fucking poem!
Not another night writing!

Here's a Picture Worth Looking At

This kid starts all day kindergarten on Thursday morn. It seems like nothing to you, but to me it's like we will be looking in different directions. It's good, but it's sad too.

Pictures from Colorado That Are New

First, it's the kids. (L to R) Dylan, Jake, Max, and Stella.
Then, it's the kids. (L to R) Dylan, Jake, Max, and Stella.
Then, it's the moms. (L to R) Emily and Jenny.
Finally, the dads (my brother and me). (L to R) Howard and me.

Notes on a Laundry Hamper

Use your imagination.

Concerts

Jenny and I got the tickets for free from our good friend D and we all went and laid back in the supplied lawn chairs. What's great about enjoying this kind of music is the way you feel cozy. Also, I know things will eventually drift down through your ear canal. Anyway, Yucko, you can try to feel differently about this, but that's a little stupid.

This Is What We Look Like When We're Being Gene Simmons and Ronnie James Dio, Respectively

as of August 5th, 2008

You Know What I'm Saying

O, I haven't been mentioning much here because of
reasons that are logistical.
We've had friends over a lot
and went to Colorado.
School's gonna start and the bubba and the baby keep us busy.
And there are many questions about Star Wars.
There is a lot of pressure to understand the Force
and good Jedi and bad Sith.