Tuesday, October 24, 2006

my blog, my rules

and oh she can rant.

it starts with the back pains. these stretched ligaments. enter - lower balcony stage right - a girl with a voice that carries. her dress is too big. some one is cheating on her or the person on the phone. the other person cries. i want to cry too.

act two means i leave the balcony for the lab. i have one bulk email, which i leave there. i am reading, truthfully, teaching rhetoric. i am really thinking about how "l=a=n=g=u=a=g=e" looks much better in capitals. i will not abuse my TA {privileges} by printing out this entire journal. although i would like to. i will read it online instead. i used this post as a bookmarking feature. i abused this post. i am thinking about the lower case i. who did i tell recently? i told someone that i prefer the look of the lower case i (I) (i) (I).

set change in motion. i wrote a poor poem earlier:
motivational speaker: motivation - the conversation in the
hall way - to hear - all the details you shouldn't know.
except the poem occupied six separate lines; not including the title which held its own in two.

in my own voice i let my class out too early this morning. which brings us back to the villainous back pains.

i should read more chamorro, more arabic. ashraf, this is my mou'sif -est moment. if you were wearing that sweater he got you (the orange one) i'd be there to hug you. if you weren't a six hour drive from my home. i'm afraid to use the table clothe. i'm afraid to get it dirty. afraid that max might tear it. but i look at it every time i take out my tea cozy. i use the tea cozy at least once a day. especially this time of year. the tea needs to stay hot.

the end is simple. i'll be seeing my doctor again on thursday. the end is beautiful. the girl with the voice that carries leaves the stage and we can all enjoy the rest of the day play.

p.s. this is where my mind is going, an hour and a half later.

4 comments:

arch.memory said...

(Big fluffy orange sweater hug!)
I wish it were closer, too.

Wojtek finally downloaded our pictures from the Cape last night; they look lovely! I'll send them to you tonight; they should make you feel better. They made me, last night late after work...

katy said...

((((ashraf))))

thanks for the hug! and i'm looking forward to those pictures ^_^

B Boutwell said...

it starts with the back
pains. these stretched
ligaments. enter –
lower balcony stage
right – a girl with a
voice that carries. her
dress is too big. some
one is cheating on her
or the person on
the phone. the other
person cries. i want to
cry too. act two
means i leave
the balcony for the
lab. i have one bulk
email, which i leave
there. i am reading, truthfully,
teaching rhetoric. i am really
thinking about how "l=a=n=g=u=a=g=e"
looks much better
in capitals. i will not abuse
my TA {privileges} by
printing out this entire journal.
although i would
like to. i will read it
online instead. i used this
post as a bookmarking
feature. i abused this post.
i am thinking about the
lower case i. who did i
tell recently? i told
someone that i
prefer the look of
the lower case i (I)
(i) (I). set change in
motion. i
wrote a poor poem
earlier: motivational
speaker: motivation - the
conversation in the
hall way - to hear - all the
details you shouldn't know.
except the poem
occupied six separate lines; not
including the title which
held its own in two.
in my own voice i
let my class out
too early this morning.
Which brings us back
to the villainous back
pains. i should read
more chamorro, more
arabic. ashraf, this is my
mou'sif -est moment. if you
were wearing that sweater
he got you (the orange
one) i'd be there
to hug you. if you
weren't a six hour drive
from my home. i'm afraid
to use the table clothe. i'm
afraid to get it
dirty. afraid that max
might tear it. but i look
at it every time i take out
my tea cozy. i use the tea
cozy at least once a
day. especially this time
of year. the tea needs
to stay hot. the end is
simple. i'll be seeing
my doctor again on thursday.
the end is beautiful. the girl
with the voice that carries
leaves the stage and we
can all enjoy the
rest of the day play.


Sorry about the back pains, I've got them too. I found this interesting. Today, Britton and I found a baby lizard, about on inch long, carried it around for awhile then let it go. I'd never seen a baby lizard before. I hope everything's well.

katy said...

mr. boutwell, you are amazing.

i half thought about calling this post a poem. now i think it must be.

we don't have roaming lizards up here... we have squirrels. i was amazed when i went to italy that they just had lizards wondering about. and then in florida there are actually iguanas that just jump in and out of the intercoastal when they feel fit. i didn't even know iguanas could swim! so i take it ga has little lizards skuttering about. fun ^_^