Cami Park

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Storm

In Drama, Music, Prose on June 30, 2009 at 12:20 am

YouTube - Portishead - Roads

Connect 4 Strategy

In Beverage, Entertaining, How to on June 29, 2009 at 11:33 am

A beautiful scene.

Butterless

In Confessional, Opinion, Surprises on June 28, 2009 at 7:55 pm

There is no longer butter inside these boxes:

Butter Butter Butter

I find that misleading.

Pocket by Tim Horvath

In Fashion, Philosophy, Prose on June 27, 2009 at 9:37 pm

I read this today over at DIAGRAM. I liked it a lot. It’s crazy inventive in so many ways, but mostly I thought, who would think of not making pocket plural? It integrated into the story so well, and the author got so much out of it.  In a note about the piece at the very end, Tim Horvath says, “(((()))) If the string theorists are right, the universe teems with hidden dimensions; pockets abound. To make even a single new one, then, is to play at being God,” which is an amazing thing to say, I think.

So, read that, I would suggest.

Farrah is missing

In Celebrity, Drama, Fashion on June 26, 2009 at 8:05 pm

Beauty Supply

Buy a dishwasher and have an orgasm instead

In Household, Opinion, Sex on June 25, 2009 at 7:20 pm

Foreplay

He was easy to buy for

In Exes, Poetry, T-shirt on June 24, 2009 at 12:39 am

Homer

My first boyfriend
wore t-shirts all the time.
He had glasses, and
dimples when he smiled.

He was the first boy
I ever really
loved who
ever really loved
me.

I think he wears ties and stuff now.

Quick Fiction 15

In Confessional, Opinion, Prose on June 23, 2009 at 11:57 pm

Quick Fiction 15

The day Quick Fiction comes in the mail is a good day. I haven’t finished it yet, but this, from Andrew Michael Roberts’ The Inconspicuous Beginning of Our Disappearance, struck me as such an exquisite opening sentence in a microfiction work that I wanted to save it for always, and also share with anyone that happens to wander by here:  “This was the year they found owls wound in twine at the bases of burned-out trees and the river’s mouth stuffed with girls who’d kissed its mirror and drowned in their complicated names.” The rest of the sentences are pretty good, too.

Also, Andrea Kneeland’s The Practical Application of Beauty is just exactly that. I caught my breath.

It really is a lion

In List, Poetry, Prose on June 22, 2009 at 8:53 pm

metaphor

The boat is a pineapple.
Your head is a zipper.
My hands are garbage bags.
The jungle is a ruby.
Your teeth are strawberries.
The water is cotton.
His pajamas are linoleum.
Her feet are my hands.
The air is glass.

People I wish I could be more like

In Confessional, List, Mathematics on June 21, 2009 at 5:05 pm

Julia Child
Thomas Jefferson
Socrates
Halle Berry
Albert Camus
American Maid
Mr. T
Hypatia

Hypatia Problem

Tangents too often ambiguous.