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Comment on We have met the enemy by mmm333

mmm333 — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 20:21:27 +0000

How I hate guns! It’s so much easier to destroy something than to create it. That’s why you are important–you create things.

Comment on More poetry by Barbara

Barbara — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 20:15:56 +0000

I thought Joyce Kilmer was a woman for the longest time! Dad didn’t care for him–maybe one step above the author of “I have to live with myself and so, I want to be fit for myself to know.” And “It takes a heap of livin’ to make a house a home,” etc. Aaaah, Edgar A. Guest, it finally came to me!

Comment on More poetry by cellorunner

cellorunner — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 05:58:14 +0000

I was trying for irony rather than sarcasm. I’ll take what I can get.

Comment on More poetry by graceofwynn

graceofwynn — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 21:56:43 +0000

I like this poem–it starts out so lovely then ends with this witty, almost sarcastic note

Comment on More poetry by sarah

sarah — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:19:45 +0000

Val Kilmer, huh?

Comment on My kid could carve that by mmm333

mmm333 — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 14:46:47 +0000

Sorry to cause you angst. I just wanted someone else that I trust to watch it and see what they thought. I was torn. On the one hand, I don’t think Marla’s mother was lying–and Marla herself was adorable. But I just didn’t see any evidence that Marla did the paintings herself. I thought the dad was not as trustworthy as the mom. I’m guessing she didn’t know how much help he was giving Marla. The two parents worked opposite shifts, so I think that she could be unaware of what was going on when she wasn’t there.

It was just sad on several levels–not the least of which was all the attention she was getting (and that her little brother was NOT getting). I bet there’s an adult tell-all just waiting to be written in about 20 years. I would be interested to know what other people thought who have seen the documentary. I ended up watching it twice, and ended up with the same conclusion–I did not believe Marla was completely responsible for the large majority of those paintings.

Comment on Poem by sarah

sarah — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 14:04:59 +0000

I’m surrounded by geniuses. I love both of those stories/poems.

Comment on Poem by David

David — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 07:14:19 +0000

I kid you not, this reminds me of a dream I had two or three years ago, and you were in it, prominently. I wrote it all down somewhere, and though it’s getting fuzzy now, I recall the poetic punch line clearly.

It was in our house, but of course it wasn’t our house. The inside was white, not in the blinding way, but still in the everything in the background melts into white kind of way. We were sitting at a small square table talking and eating breakfast. We were having a long and wonky/nerdy conversation about something or other. There were one or two other people there talking with us. We were eating hard boiled eggs in little porcelain white egg holders, like grandpa used to. The conversation was almost over and I made some kind of clever wisecrack. You stood up with wide eyes and a smirk and declared in a humorous mocking tone, “Egg Long, Head One”.

That was the end of the talking but I actually thought about how weird of a line that was while I was still dreaming. I made a mental note before I woke up of the fact that while I knew there was a comma between Long and Head which was to be spoken with a pause (e.g. “Egg-Long… Head-One”, I also knew that the sentence was to be parsed and understood as “Egg, Long-Head One”.

I woke up laughing, true story.

Comment on by sarah

sarah — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 15:59:53 +0000

Your moonlit skiing sounds so fun, if not miserably cold. I sort of wish I could grow a beard, too. We haven’t even gotten to the cold part yet, but it’s bad enough that scarves don’t really help. And I wear 2 pairs of pants inside. I did find some sheepskin boots at DI while I was there, though, and they are miraculous, if ugly.

So did you organize the party?

Comment on by mmm333

mmm333 — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 14:09:16 +0000

Oh how I wish I could have seen you flying around the track like a burning bush! I’m doing something fun for my lesson this Sunday (but of course I’m not sure if this would fit with what you’re trying to teach). I got about 30 keys from the local locksmith that all look like they could open a lock I have (with a key, of course). I’m going to let each person pick a key and then take turns trying to open it–and inside it I’ll have some photos of ancestors.

Do you remember when Smeath’s did something similar? They handed out keys with each purchase, and then there was something you could win if your key opened it?