I read in 2010:
2010 Charted
Compared to last year - golfing supplanted hiking, vacations (including scuba) and camping trips resumed this year, creativity suffered, and house-stuff (cleaning, driving, food prep, etc) was done more by my wonderful fiancΓ©e and, therefore, less by me.
The Dream of the 90s is Alive in Portland
Oh yes it is so alive. Here. That's where. (sleep 'til eleven.) New IFC series airs in a month. I intend to giggle at people like myself (and my homeboyzngirlz).
and really you know like
An I’d hoped to come visiting again sooner. And you—of all people—know how they get. And, well, I just can’t borrow a horse to go gallivanting whenever I desire. I intended to write you, really. But my folks really keep tabs on their stamps and I really hardly ever get any privacy. Really.
I’z gonna, you know, call. But my parents were—yaknow—home an-all, you know. An I still ain’t got a phone in my room yet ya know.
I was like gonna text, but, like my parents were all—like—‘too many minutes’ and like took away my cell. So, I was like, whatever.
armistice day
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month we remember the end of a war, veterans who served, soldiers who still serve and, essomenically, the little children yet-to-be who'll serve and die (or live to remember) their defense of our country or their acts of aggression against citizens of other countries, in all-the-many future American wars, insurrections, police actions, peace-keeping missions, and acts of imperialism—legitimate and illegitimate (the wars that-is, not the children; nobody calls children illegitimate anymore...we're all bastards, we Americans who begin a new conflict, on average, every five years).
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