Friday, October 31, 2003

Something So

When something so distracting hits the eye
And scoops the mind up off from its soft perch,
And with the thoughts in tow it soars the sky
Then descends the atmosphere and sweeps the earth;
When something so exciting takes the breath
Out from the lungs and stops the beating heart
So teasing life with short glimpses of death
And no apologies does it impart;
When nothing so does happen to my being
It leaves me with an emptiness inside.
Like eager eyes forced to go unseeing
Once opened, from the sunlight they would hide.
It’s dangerous to live, but even though
I fear my death, I long for something so.

Thursday, October 30, 2003

Book Review

In his latest novel, The Last Line of Defense, author Tom Clancy breaks free from his usual action-adventure genre and finds himself writing a grotesque attempt at a love story. Try as he might, a romantic writer – let alone a Harlequin novelist – Mr. Clancy is not. Just as competent as Clancy is at relating an action-packed escapade reveling in every nuance of war, espionage, and international intrigue, so is he incompetent at successfully writing a romantic love affair.

The novel follows Jack Ryan, Clancy’s favorite recurring character, as the young man attends Georgetown University. While getting an education that would one day lead him to serve our government and even eventually lead it, Ryan experiences the hardships and heartaches that come with pursuing the opposite sex. The novel chronicles his one-night-stands, sexual flings, and many other romantic romps in post-adolescence, but in true Clancy style, there is plenty of heart-pumping action along the way.

Read on -->

Wednesday, October 29, 2003

Grandpa Terry

It just hit me today: With his goofy demeanor, lame puns, and childish humor, my step-dad would make a pretty good grandfather.

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Ben Folds

Ben Folds is coming. And I have tickets.

Friday, October 24, 2003

Three Sisters Who Are Not Sisters and Other Worthless Crap

The only thing that sucks more than Gertrude Stein is wacked-out avant-garde freakos in weird costumes doing interpretive dance to a narrator with a voice synthesizer singing a short play written by Gertrude Stein.

Thursday, October 23, 2003


If Hy-Vee grocery store calls, you have no idea where those six pumpkins went.

Wednesday, October 22, 2003


You know you're a dork when you've got the song stuck in your head from Star Wars: Episode IV: A New Hope when Luke and Obi-wan go into the cantina on Tatooine. (Also, you know you're a dork when you refer to every Star Wars movie by it's full and complete title.)

Monday, October 20, 2003


No more papers. No more tests. No more missed classes. No more floats. No more parties. No more drama. No more Homecoming.

I am sleeping through this entire week.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

I Hate You

Yesterday, I hated the entire world.

Today, just the western hemisphere.

Sunday, October 12, 2003

What Happens in Seneca, Kansas stays in Seneca, Kansas.

Here are the totals for this weekend:

hours spent in a car: 4
Smashing Pumpkin songs listened to: 30
Simpson's quotes spoken: incalculable
legal limit of alcohol percentage in Kansas wine coolers: 3.9%
legal limit of alcohol percentage in Kansas beer: 3.2%
beers smuggled over state line: 114

hangovers: 1
weddings attended: 1
inappropriate thoughts while in church during wedding: more than 10
trips to bar at reception: 5
bad eighties songs danced to: well over 15
cigarettes smoked: 13
shots taken: 1
times vomiting: 2

hangovers: 1
beers left over: 12
hours slept on trip back: 3

Sunday, October 05, 2003


I don't mind chapped lips, but a chapped nose? C'mon, that's just annoying!

Saturday, October 04, 2003

On Almost Getting Fired from a Restaurant:

As it turns out, in addition to being a bad dancer, a bad student, a bad writer, a bad Christian, a bad friend, and a bad son, I'm also a bad waiter.

Who knew?

Friday, October 03, 2003

Die Again in Autumn

Turn and die, leaves, 
fully confident 
that your reincarnation 
will come next Spring, 
only to die 
again in Autumn. 
Like one thousand 
tiny green Jesi
resurrecting themselves 
to dangle off the tree,
once more they come. 
For whom 
do you die 
so many times?

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

Gimme a Break

It's my Creative Writing class. I promise, after this semester I'll stop writing so many lame poems.

On Being Blanket and Warm in Winter

When her snow
soft lips would
winter sweet nothings
(in my ear)
her December cinder
soothe under wool 
would fire flesh,

making my Autumn heart
smile from my chest.

Circa Now