Poem Potpourri

Dredging the archives, intermittently  contributing to them.

Cheese Without Crackers

I am on herb

and take a long look

at a man on the curb

reading a book.

I take a long look.

A greasy barfly

reading a book

propped up on in his thigh.

A greasy barfly

with grey, withered hands

propped up on his thigh.

It all seems so planned.

Grey withered hands

much older than mine.

It all seems so planned

when he looks in my eyes.

Much older than mine,

his frayed coat and hair,

but when he looks in my eyes

I continue to stare.

His frayed coat and hair,

and eyes with no clarity.

I continue to stare

at our similarity.

Eyes with no clarity,

lost and forlorn.

Our similarity

from when we were born.

Lost and forlorn

like cheese without crackers.

From when we were born

we’ve always been slackers.

Cheese without crackers.

I toss him some cheddar,

slacker to slacker,

and begin to feel better.

I toss him some cheddar,

this man on the curb.

I begin to feel better.

I am on herb.

Song Sundays!

Per Melissa's request!

Work Screenshots

An occasional series.

Song Sundays!

Definitely not the official music video accompanying the song here. Not sure what the hell it is!

That rug really tied the oval office together.

Work Screenshots

An occasional series.

Mr. Rogers

Song Sundays!

Should Judd Apatow just quit?

(Slightly debatable) order of directed projects from best to worst:

1. Freaks and Geeks (not debateable. Hands down best.)
2. Undeclared
3. The 40-Year-Old Virgin
4. Knocked Up
5. Funny People
6. This is 40 (not debateable. Hands down worst.)

Incidentally, also the order from oldest to most recent.

Edward Cheserek

From Chris Hansen of the Register-Guard:

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The rainy season in Kenya’s Great Rift Valley runs March through June and afternoon thunder showers can quickly turn dirt roads into mud and make them difficult to negotiate.

Wait long enough and they can just as quickly dry out and become drivable again.

Problem was, Edward Cheserek didn’t have any time to spare.

It was June and Cheserek, home for the weekend, had one day to get back to school for final exams — tests he needed to ace in order to receive a scholarship to St. Benedict’s Prep in New Jersey for the coming fall. It was the chance of a lifetime for a 16-year-old from a poor family of sheep and cattle farmers in the remote Kenyan village of Kapker.

“I didn’t have any means to get to school because the roads were bad,” Cheserek recalls. “The passes were so slippery my dad didn’t want to drive me because we would get stuck somewhere.”

So early Sunday morning he woke up, changed clothes and, without breakfast, began to run. Sixty miles and 12 hours later, he arrived at his destination — Kapcherop High School in Elgeyo Marakwet County — exhausted and so sore, he could barely walk for three days.

“It was really hard,” Cheserek says. “I had my pocket money so I just start running, running, running, 10 miles then I stop to eat, and then continue again running. When I got to school my dad call me and say, ‘Hey, where are you Edward?’ and I was like, ‘I just left because I didn’t want to miss my exams.’”

Or his ticket to America.

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Gat. Damn.  

Work Screenshots

An occasional series.

Baseball, Part Deux

In his 7th season.

In his 11th season.

    Norm, you've got time to make your own coal.

Song Sundays!

You got me twisted, Van!

"The people in history with ruined reputations will not be Lebron James, they will be his critics."

Toupee Watch: Mike Breen

Baseball

This recent video got me going:

And led me to this:

And this:

And, of course, Bo:

Ain't baseball great?

I hope he brings his friend TNA!

MSNBC

Song Sundays!

Rabbit Rabbit