"Being at Neither Extreme"
A haiku by Vance "one-trick-pony" Tran
These fears of dying.
They prevent me from living.
When will I learn this?
Monday, April 28, 2003
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Friday, April 25, 2003
"Where Have You Bean?"
a poem by Liquid Sleep
oh where have you been
my perfect bean
never burnt
nor stale
nor rancid
you are full in body
rich in flavor
with just the right touch of bitter
always ground fresh
from whole beans
two tablespoon per eigth oz. of water
which of course must be filtered
you kiss the cream
and meld in perfect harmony
a poem by Liquid Sleep
oh where have you been
my perfect bean
never burnt
nor stale
nor rancid
you are full in body
rich in flavor
with just the right touch of bitter
always ground fresh
from whole beans
two tablespoon per eigth oz. of water
which of course must be filtered
you kiss the cream
and meld in perfect harmony
Rant of the Profoundly Bored
Title says it all. I'm bored and have decided to lament about things I can't control.
I hate how you are required to make small talk even when someone is profoundly uninteresting. When I say "Why yes Mr. Whiskers is very photogenic... Oh course I would like to see more pictures," what I really want to say is "I am disturbed by the fact that you and your cat have matching outfits. And no I do not believe that you can legally wed a pet. Please step outside my personal bubble." Perhaps it is my own fault for being so conditioned by society, that I cannot make myself be rude. If you have every read Walden Two there is this great little bit about the ablilty to do just that.
It would be nice have my own commune, free from the downward spiral created by the closed-minded, old guards that "protect" us from harm. "Say it with me... Socialism!"
Hmmm... apparently there many small islands for sale, in relatively affordable price ranges. Perhaps I should start a donation page, I mean it works for this girl that's in credit card debt and my goal is not to solve a problem due to my own reckless spending.
Credit card companies are partially to blame. They do give you these great rates for the first 6 months or what not. They're also targetting a population that is not used to getting a line of credit. I guess the average American is unaware of compund interest, the power of math has tricked us once again!
Title says it all. I'm bored and have decided to lament about things I can't control.
I hate how you are required to make small talk even when someone is profoundly uninteresting. When I say "Why yes Mr. Whiskers is very photogenic... Oh course I would like to see more pictures," what I really want to say is "I am disturbed by the fact that you and your cat have matching outfits. And no I do not believe that you can legally wed a pet. Please step outside my personal bubble." Perhaps it is my own fault for being so conditioned by society, that I cannot make myself be rude. If you have every read Walden Two there is this great little bit about the ablilty to do just that.
It would be nice have my own commune, free from the downward spiral created by the closed-minded, old guards that "protect" us from harm. "Say it with me... Socialism!"
Hmmm... apparently there many small islands for sale, in relatively affordable price ranges. Perhaps I should start a donation page, I mean it works for this girl that's in credit card debt and my goal is not to solve a problem due to my own reckless spending.
Credit card companies are partially to blame. They do give you these great rates for the first 6 months or what not. They're also targetting a population that is not used to getting a line of credit. I guess the average American is unaware of compund interest, the power of math has tricked us once again!
Thursday, April 24, 2003
It's Official, We've been Google'd
An informative post by Vance Tran
A google search for United Elbows of Fury
A google search for Vance Tran
A google search for Mike Sherrillo
A google search for Myrna Perez
An informative post by Vance Tran
A google search for United Elbows of Fury
A google search for Vance Tran
A google search for Mike Sherrillo
A google search for Myrna Perez
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
It's Great to Be Here. Part 1
a response to Mr. Vance Tran's rehashed informative post
I am both honored and humbled by this invitation to join the ranks of UEF. Though I am resentful of being associated with middle-management; not to mention the obvious contradiction this poses to the use of "Comrade" but then life is full of contradictions isn't it? Such as "Art for the Masses" or "Benign Intervention."
Forgive me, I have digressed. In addition to humor and melancholy found here, I hope to bring a dash of satire and a pinch of what it means to be annie!
UNITED WE NUDGE!!!
annie!
a response to Mr. Vance Tran's rehashed informative post
I am both honored and humbled by this invitation to join the ranks of UEF. Though I am resentful of being associated with middle-management; not to mention the obvious contradiction this poses to the use of "Comrade" but then life is full of contradictions isn't it? Such as "Art for the Masses" or "Benign Intervention."
Forgive me, I have digressed. In addition to humor and melancholy found here, I hope to bring a dash of satire and a pinch of what it means to be annie!
UNITED WE NUDGE!!!
annie!
Sunday, April 20, 2003
"Welcome, Comrad. part 2"
a rehashed informative post by Vance Tran
I'd like to welcome a new member, Annie, to our United Elbows of Fury family. She's has know-how, stick-to-it-tiveness, is a go-getter, and an array of other made-up middle-management words, fraught with hyphens. Here's to more thought-provoking, sincere, and often humorous posts that we've come to expect from the "Elbows."
Go forth and post.
a rehashed informative post by Vance Tran
I'd like to welcome a new member, Annie, to our United Elbows of Fury family. She's has know-how, stick-to-it-tiveness, is a go-getter, and an array of other made-up middle-management words, fraught with hyphens. Here's to more thought-provoking, sincere, and often humorous posts that we've come to expect from the "Elbows."
Go forth and post.
Monday, April 14, 2003
"Worn"
a poem by Michael Sherrillo
How is it, we precious few
Wander on this weary world.
We once though found,
But now know we're lost.
As our own slaves, we labor,
While the world around us fades.
The worlds turning, slowing down.
And ever longer the night does stay.
Tiered heads low stare at the ground,
While uninspired feet grind away.
As we dragging, are weighed down
Shackled all by invisible chains
.
a poem by Michael Sherrillo
How is it, we precious few
Wander on this weary world.
We once though found,
But now know we're lost.
As our own slaves, we labor,
While the world around us fades.
The worlds turning, slowing down.
And ever longer the night does stay.
Tiered heads low stare at the ground,
While uninspired feet grind away.
As we dragging, are weighed down
Shackled all by invisible chains
.
Monday, April 07, 2003
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