The dispersal of my voice all at once
to all your ears
Smother strangle your
Tube Eardrum Tympanum
Wrangling our beauty language
with acrimonious vibration.
“I apologize ahead of time -
I shouldn’t’ve put you through this”
Process slurry pronunciation of my words
Catatonic dissonance; I hear myself
being taped.
I taped myself at a young age
Played it back
Hated it.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Cross-genre Capsa
She has the confidence of a blonde
The smirk of a brunette
The twinkle of a child
The wit of an old Volvo
She has the likes of a child
The transience of a blonde
The trajectory of a Volvo
The quiet eyes of a brunette
She has the scribble of a Volvo
The trinket of a child
The scape of a brunette
The footnote of a blonde
The brunette of a canteen
The Volvo of a Stephanie
The blonde of a cat-hair
The child of a planet encounter
Blonde fronds in brunette sail-canvas
Shrink like a child curled Volvo
The smirk of a brunette
The twinkle of a child
The wit of an old Volvo
She has the likes of a child
The transience of a blonde
The trajectory of a Volvo
The quiet eyes of a brunette
She has the scribble of a Volvo
The trinket of a child
The scape of a brunette
The footnote of a blonde
The brunette of a canteen
The Volvo of a Stephanie
The blonde of a cat-hair
The child of a planet encounter
Blonde fronds in brunette sail-canvas
Shrink like a child curled Volvo
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
What's more important than peeing and sleeping?
The breaks we are granted are short little niches
where regular life tries to keep on.
Getting cleansed dressed prepped for the day
Shaving bathing our clothes for proper aroma
Most of these deal with tolerable fragrance-
acceptable redolence for our new friends.
(we are in close quarters -
it is just considerate
not to carry an odor)
After lecture today- Tuesday- I stopped at the stairwell
in my apartment complex,
thought: “Haven’t checked the mail in some time.”
But my internal timer did the math
I had to pee
Had to nap
I couldn’t think of any letter package bill
more important than these acts.
What’s more important than peeing and sleeping?
Apparently, writing a poem.
where regular life tries to keep on.
Getting cleansed dressed prepped for the day
Shaving bathing our clothes for proper aroma
Most of these deal with tolerable fragrance-
acceptable redolence for our new friends.
(we are in close quarters -
it is just considerate
not to carry an odor)
After lecture today- Tuesday- I stopped at the stairwell
in my apartment complex,
thought: “Haven’t checked the mail in some time.”
But my internal timer did the math
I had to pee
Had to nap
I couldn’t think of any letter package bill
more important than these acts.
What’s more important than peeing and sleeping?
Apparently, writing a poem.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Zoning
“When you were a little kid
Did you ever lock yourself in the closet?”
Syntax disturbs intentional message
He locked himself up in the bathroom
Naked
With a few papers
A pencil, I assume
And his glasses on
I hadn’t knocked for hours
And didn’t ask him how his time was
When he emerged
Did you ever lock yourself in the closet?”
Syntax disturbs intentional message
He locked himself up in the bathroom
Naked
With a few papers
A pencil, I assume
And his glasses on
I hadn’t knocked for hours
And didn’t ask him how his time was
When he emerged
Thursday, June 22, 2006
“The Universe” as a Black Hole or America collapsing under its own massive ego
Ameritocracy (&-'mer-&-'tä-kr&-sE): n.
1) a hegemony of American ethnocentricity; a selfishness specific to US.
If a helicopter were to be flown above and around the world, America
would be the overhead rotor blades; not propelling itself to go higher, but instead dragging those beneath it to trail along
And we’re vacuuming
We’re sucking the culture out of the world
Maybe we’re jealous that others aren’t melted, so we attempt to meld them to
McDonald’s
Nike
Gap
If not with the hamburgers, shocks and sweaters,
with the hamburglers, shock and sweat shops.
We tie their shoestrings together and pretend to expect them
to stand on their own two feet
Fully aware that the knot is too tight
and they’ll trip and fall right into our support “system”
Hovering over the pooooooooor countries
that need our help
Our help in extracting the oil from their land
Our help in commercial labor
Our help in nuclear advice
Our help in raising their children
Raising their armies
And raising their flags
Tag:
“Hello, my name is America”
But the underlying message is
“Hello, you will be saved by becoming a mirror-America.
If we’re going to hell, you’re all coming with us.”
Enjoy the freedoms of fast food
Enjoy the freedoms of democracy
Hypo-crazy because
Nothing is the only thing
free
We are bound just as any other
Bound to stereotypes
Bound to government funding
Bound to our TV’s media
Constantly re-bounding from our shots missed
One day a country, not as tall,
but with a higher jump will catch the ball.
What are we here?
A ten tier broken sphere with half working
transient ears
Trolley hop between bridge gaps
Gaping like a baffled man
Grown- an adept, competent person
in disbelief of patterns
the shapes types and masks
projecting out toward
The East
The Other
The disbelief is maddening
like an unconscious comma
placed in the wrong space
in a sentence
His face gapes
Stuck like someone slapped
his back and it became
fixed like that.
Even when he smiles,
his lips are just a crease.
He hates the ease in
which he carries on in a conversation
in a country so broken
Scattered, battered, beaten, persisting in
good/ and bad ways
Is he bad to be so privileged and so lost
like the comma?
No matter which angle he sides with
He is somewhere
to someone, where that somewhere is wrong
to somebody.
What’s right?
United? Divided States of America
into sides
of right wrong
Long short
Retort prompt
Which came first- was it the chicken or the egg?
Was the egg a reaction to the chicken?
Was the chicken a hatching of the egg?
Who started it? “ You started it!”
Who cares!
It persists and we’re all apertures
spewing our intentions
Propositions
But what is resolved?
Ameritocracy is hypocrisy.
A country- each side, every angle
faction wing bloc sector pressure group
camp branch area variable- each one is
conniving & contorting pretension
This belief that his or her values should and will
Be universal
His belief is controversial to the opponent
The opponent’s belief is contentious, as well
Disbelief in the world as a circle
with us as the center.
Where am I going with this?
Where are we going? – when we
have a word specific to our own
Ethnocentricity.
A pathologic propensity to be revolved around,
as opposed to evolving within/amidst, the world.
(This is where the conclusion goes)
Yet there doesn’t seem to be any resolution.
We just let the years pass, decade by decade with
tens of hundreds of New Year’s Resolutions unresolved.
So where’s my solution?
Today I realized that as hypocritical as Ameritocrity is
Amerisocrity is our privilege as poets:
We indulge.
We explore rhetoric and resistance and rebuttals
in our fortunate forum.
Who else can save us?
What else?
Questions that bend at whichever light
that it lends.
1) a hegemony of American ethnocentricity; a selfishness specific to US.
If a helicopter were to be flown above and around the world, America
would be the overhead rotor blades; not propelling itself to go higher, but instead dragging those beneath it to trail along
And we’re vacuuming
We’re sucking the culture out of the world
Maybe we’re jealous that others aren’t melted, so we attempt to meld them to
McDonald’s
Nike
Gap
If not with the hamburgers, shocks and sweaters,
with the hamburglers, shock and sweat shops.
We tie their shoestrings together and pretend to expect them
to stand on their own two feet
Fully aware that the knot is too tight
and they’ll trip and fall right into our support “system”
Hovering over the pooooooooor countries
that need our help
Our help in extracting the oil from their land
Our help in commercial labor
Our help in nuclear advice
Our help in raising their children
Raising their armies
And raising their flags
Tag:
“Hello, my name is America”
But the underlying message is
“Hello, you will be saved by becoming a mirror-America.
If we’re going to hell, you’re all coming with us.”
Enjoy the freedoms of fast food
Enjoy the freedoms of democracy
Hypo-crazy because
Nothing is the only thing
free
We are bound just as any other
Bound to stereotypes
Bound to government funding
Bound to our TV’s media
Constantly re-bounding from our shots missed
One day a country, not as tall,
but with a higher jump will catch the ball.
What are we here?
A ten tier broken sphere with half working
transient ears
Trolley hop between bridge gaps
Gaping like a baffled man
Grown- an adept, competent person
in disbelief of patterns
the shapes types and masks
projecting out toward
The East
The Other
The disbelief is maddening
like an unconscious comma
placed in the wrong space
in a sentence
His face gapes
Stuck like someone slapped
his back and it became
fixed like that.
Even when he smiles,
his lips are just a crease.
He hates the ease in
which he carries on in a conversation
in a country so broken
Scattered, battered, beaten, persisting in
good/ and bad ways
Is he bad to be so privileged and so lost
like the comma?
No matter which angle he sides with
He is somewhere
to someone, where that somewhere is wrong
to somebody.
What’s right?
United? Divided States of America
into sides
of right wrong
Long short
Retort prompt
Which came first- was it the chicken or the egg?
Was the egg a reaction to the chicken?
Was the chicken a hatching of the egg?
Who started it? “ You started it!”
Who cares!
It persists and we’re all apertures
spewing our intentions
Propositions
But what is resolved?
Ameritocracy is hypocrisy.
A country- each side, every angle
faction wing bloc sector pressure group
camp branch area variable- each one is
conniving & contorting pretension
This belief that his or her values should and will
Be universal
His belief is controversial to the opponent
The opponent’s belief is contentious, as well
Disbelief in the world as a circle
with us as the center.
Where am I going with this?
Where are we going? – when we
have a word specific to our own
Ethnocentricity.
A pathologic propensity to be revolved around,
as opposed to evolving within/amidst, the world.
(This is where the conclusion goes)
Yet there doesn’t seem to be any resolution.
We just let the years pass, decade by decade with
tens of hundreds of New Year’s Resolutions unresolved.
So where’s my solution?
Today I realized that as hypocritical as Ameritocrity is
Amerisocrity is our privilege as poets:
We indulge.
We explore rhetoric and resistance and rebuttals
in our fortunate forum.
Who else can save us?
What else?
Questions that bend at whichever light
that it lends.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Aurora
I wake up late on a Saturday
and an odor permeates
jostles my nostrils to turn toward him
and nestle my face in a crevice
Although my nose is small, it tickles
his longest hair
and he stirs
and slurs something incomprehensible
Although the allure of his scent
has sent me here,
I shift 90 degrees and place
my ear on his abdomen
I find there is no better place to
take a morning nap than the belly button
and an odor permeates
jostles my nostrils to turn toward him
and nestle my face in a crevice
Although my nose is small, it tickles
his longest hair
and he stirs
and slurs something incomprehensible
Although the allure of his scent
has sent me here,
I shift 90 degrees and place
my ear on his abdomen
I find there is no better place to
take a morning nap than the belly button
The Great Pumpkin
Slept out on the porch
the bedroom, his radiating body heat, too hot
so I snatched up pillow, pants, long brown blanket
and Linus van Pelt-ed out to the porch
* * *
the stars crowded with clouds
and Canyon Blvd teeming with whizzing cars
the mountains squirreled away
but the air, unblemished
a breeze so slight, the trees barely sway,
I lay across the two ottomans accompanying
our odd sofa seats and fling
my left leg up over the armrest
* * *
Woven into chestnut cotton
snarled up like an entangled scorpion
I slept pleasantly under the semi-starless sky
the bedroom, his radiating body heat, too hot
so I snatched up pillow, pants, long brown blanket
and Linus van Pelt-ed out to the porch
* * *
the stars crowded with clouds
and Canyon Blvd teeming with whizzing cars
the mountains squirreled away
but the air, unblemished
a breeze so slight, the trees barely sway,
I lay across the two ottomans accompanying
our odd sofa seats and fling
my left leg up over the armrest
* * *
Woven into chestnut cotton
snarled up like an entangled scorpion
I slept pleasantly under the semi-starless sky
A Slight Disparity in Clarity
Argument
An exchange of diverging or opposing views
Discussion
A detailed treatment of a particular topic in speech or writing
I’d rather the latter
I trip on the first
I burst forth with emotion and twist myself
up in a nonsensical abrasion of the issue
scraping the edges; a blunt stump
Instead of sharpening a point
I write and write with my granite tip
Saw off thoughts that pop in my head
Sparks of speech leap from my mouth
I leak tears like a tempestuous preteen
I’m weak and beat from the poke
An exchange of diverging or opposing views
Discussion
A detailed treatment of a particular topic in speech or writing
I’d rather the latter
I trip on the first
I burst forth with emotion and twist myself
up in a nonsensical abrasion of the issue
scraping the edges; a blunt stump
Instead of sharpening a point
I write and write with my granite tip
Saw off thoughts that pop in my head
Sparks of speech leap from my mouth
I leak tears like a tempestuous preteen
I’m weak and beat from the poke
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Doorkey
I hold the golden ingredient up
with the divots facing down
Against the brown wood paneling
of the elevator door
The incisions resemble mountains:
the foothills, the flatirons
just west of us
The vista from our terrace
proves the notion true
The juts and abrupt slants
fit the topography of my key
Perfectly
A miniature landscape in my hand:
What an attractive apparatus.
with the divots facing down
Against the brown wood paneling
of the elevator door
The incisions resemble mountains:
the foothills, the flatirons
just west of us
The vista from our terrace
proves the notion true
The juts and abrupt slants
fit the topography of my key
Perfectly
A miniature landscape in my hand:
What an attractive apparatus.
Tranquil lakes run deeper
How many thoughts go unsaid
the important ones
the thoughts that mean something to the world
but are held back because of their weight
A weight so heavy
it burdens the mind
it hampers action
Like an anchor on your fishing boat
Sitting in the early AM
waiting for fish to come to the same spot they haven’t come to for hours
They will not come
unless you stir the stillness
What is it about silence
that leaves us so afraid to speak?
the important ones
the thoughts that mean something to the world
but are held back because of their weight
A weight so heavy
it burdens the mind
it hampers action
Like an anchor on your fishing boat
Sitting in the early AM
waiting for fish to come to the same spot they haven’t come to for hours
They will not come
unless you stir the stillness
What is it about silence
that leaves us so afraid to speak?
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Fitting
I'm sitting on the slant
the blue checkered ramp to the terminal
in the city I've called home for the last
almost half-decade
I find it fitting that this is the transfer zone
the blue checkered ramp to the terminal
in the city I've called home for the last
almost half-decade
I find it fitting that this is the transfer zone
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
To Say Goodbye
This year was marked with great friends, great memories and thankfully, some great pictures to document!
Unfortunately, I am still behind on the whole digi-camera thing, so I do not have any pictures.
Thankfully, I have three photographing friends who love to snap their cameras a lot. Is that what you do, snap photos? Shoot photos? I guess I am also behind on the lingo. Well here goes a photo walk through my senior year of college...
Key contributors (in no particular order because uploading pictures is still not my forte):
Steph
Que
Tina
The first big moment was saying goodbye to our summer home: Stone Harbor. This beautiful sunset over the Yacht Club bay marks an ending to an era. Our cozy cottage era.
Yet, our summer friends were not ready to let it end. Ali and Jake came to visit us in Brooklyn for a surreptitious pre-season sleepover (note: we're wearing newspaper hats to keep away the rain... good idea...)
Then Tina and Ali traveled SIX HOURS to Boston to watch us play in humid humid heat. They even brought me a watermelon :)
Then Ali's Birthday! We got all dressed up to walk home across the Brooklyn Bridge :)
And Ali met a dog named Teddy at Barcade in Williamsburg...
And my brother got a new puppy named Daisy- which would prove to be my new job when I came home for winter break. She looks so innocent...
Now they say college is all about drinking, bars and having a good time: we had our share of bars and celebrations. Jeremy's, Floyd's, Tavern, Newgate, BBQ on 8th, Josie Woods and Camp...
Tina and I karyoking to CCR at Village Ma's.
Ryan and Caley getting ready to kick ass in bocce ball at Floyd's
Fish is so excited about this shot, she can't contain herself.
Someone wrote Catie's name on a napkin with BBQ sauce!
Yeah, Gans' downed all of those 32 ozers.
AND YES, throughout the good times, soccer was interspersed. Oregon!
Camera crew, Denise, Meg and Jackie found the big draw of Portland: "Special" Elvis
How many Vdubs did we see? Well, Steph thought this was was pretty rad. Can't you tell by her expression?
And who could forget us stealing fun oregon beach games from nearby little kids. Ahhhh, seaweed skip-it - still fresh in my mind!
This is what happened when Jackie screamed "Turn and pose!" as Caley, Fish, Steph and I were walking toward the Pacific Ocean. Hot models, we are.
And Gans Fish TD Caley and Jackie thought it'd be funny to imitate the Chippery people. (they did not think this mockery was funny, but couldn't express their resent because, well, they are metal.)
And bus/van trips are always a good time. Look at this "candid" photo of Jackie TD and I laughing our asses off.
80's night!
First of all, all 80's photos should be taken at this angle.
Secondly, girls could pose like this in the 80's and not get called lesbians. (Even though she does like chicks)
ANOTHER NIGHT TO DRESS UP: Halloween :)
We got some firefighters hanging from poles, a mummy, the Ninja Turtles, Braveheart and...
The naughty Red Baron and Golfer. Well, we weren't "naughty", but there were some fun poses we could do with that plastic club.
And so, an interlude for Miss Tina Prickett- my roommate, best friend and sister from another mister...
She loves to pose, that is for sure. This is Tina doing a photoshoot at the Salmon River waterfalls- less commonly known as, Forbidden Downs.
And she loves her muscles. Looking hot in (half-a)toga.
She's always willing to share the last few shots on a raft in the bay (and then break up incurring fights on the dock)
Rest on a chilly iceblock to make sure we get the perfect picture...
Try and convince an old cowboy to give up his hat for her performance on the bar of "The Devil Went Down to Georgia"
And these 5 pictures of Tina cannot even sum up her existence. Everytime anyone hangs out with her, she is the welcomed center of focus.
Tear * tear* miss you bull...
Moving on to another sad moment: THE END of my soccer collegiate year.
Jackie and I as we walk away from ever playing soccer together again...
(we're actually walking to the Brooklyn Library to read to young children)
Oh how I will miss the Hawthorne Inn and its Murphy Bed!
After the Conference Championship- losing one to zero to the Blue Devils - I take out my sadness and anger at the Tavern, in my home Jersey with lots of beer and swamp frog in me.
Who could forget Oswald, Kalvin, Dagg and Peck? The only imaginary characters that kept me sane throughout my ankle injury...
Soccer was a great time. LIU kicks ass AND we're cool. Beat that CCSU.
WITH EVERY END COMES ANOTHER BEGINNING
even if it someone else's beginning...
Ali graduates from the Coast Guard!!! (and Chelsea has my BURGUNDARY purse from Kmart)
What a joyful time it was to see Ali again. Sorry, there are no pictures from this upside-down night with me and my mac at this moment. Perhaps this section will be updated later...
ANOTHER NEW BEGINNING:
The marriage of Jerry and Melinda! Also known as Gerald and Miranda. A beautiful Seattle New Year's wedding for a gorgeous couple with an endless future.
This is us at Snoqualmie Falls, stalking Jerry and Melinda on their honeymoon.
Juuuust kidding, they had already left and Steph Jackie and I wanted to check out the place.
But we do look stealth...
Speaking of stealth, here's some legit, hardcore, rated X stealthiness for ya'
Notice: Rainbows are Gay. It's funny cause it's true.
And next to her, with the quote of the year:
"Gay is gay, age is irrelevant" -TD
Mission possible.
Gans and Jackie with their stealthiest faces
I did not attend this mission, but damn I wish I did.
While we're on the subject
some more stealth
you'd understand why this is stealth if you knew the context...
Catie, plotting AGAIN.
Fish as Super Fish, just a part of the stealth squad.
Enough stealth. Man, that word is leaving my mouth dry. On to my roommates!
So this is how I decided we'd spend Valentine's Day. Framboise, cheese and crackers and chocolate covered strawberries. Yum! Oh and wearing green. Instead of Vday, we made it Greenday!
Our family photo. Amy is the baby. Me mom, Tina pops.
Tina cooking us some kind of concoction. I think this one was green bean casserole.
(the onions get to her eyes, so she wears goggles)
Slainte- to a great year in 7M
Speaking of a manless Valentine's Day... I did some math in my head the other night.
Over the past 365 days, I have only seen David 19. Ten of those days were on our cross country trip to San Francisco. Here's my tribute to our travels...
Here we are in Houston at his Grandparents house. I love the bricks in the background
This is me in a tree at the LBJ Museum in Western Texas. Yes, I am wearing the same shirt, because I went the whole week living out of one backpack. I rock (and possibly smell? nooooo)
Carlsbad caverns... staring in to the BATCAVE where all the bats fly out of at some point (that we missed). Damn travel deadlines. So much to do, so little time...
A candid shot of David coming out of the meteor crater. I actually forget where exactly this was, but I do remember the circumstances. Dixie Chicks blaring, sign that says Crater exit! We get off the exit, it's 11 miles to the crater and when we get there it's 10 bucks each.
The crater wasn't worth it.
This picture was.
Me contemplating over the Hoover Dam
To be continued...
Blogging gets tiring
Unfortunately, I am still behind on the whole digi-camera thing, so I do not have any pictures.
Thankfully, I have three photographing friends who love to snap their cameras a lot. Is that what you do, snap photos? Shoot photos? I guess I am also behind on the lingo. Well here goes a photo walk through my senior year of college...
Key contributors (in no particular order because uploading pictures is still not my forte):
Steph
Que
Tina
The first big moment was saying goodbye to our summer home: Stone Harbor. This beautiful sunset over the Yacht Club bay marks an ending to an era. Our cozy cottage era.
Yet, our summer friends were not ready to let it end. Ali and Jake came to visit us in Brooklyn for a surreptitious pre-season sleepover (note: we're wearing newspaper hats to keep away the rain... good idea...)
Then Tina and Ali traveled SIX HOURS to Boston to watch us play in humid humid heat. They even brought me a watermelon :)
Then Ali's Birthday! We got all dressed up to walk home across the Brooklyn Bridge :)
And Ali met a dog named Teddy at Barcade in Williamsburg...
And my brother got a new puppy named Daisy- which would prove to be my new job when I came home for winter break. She looks so innocent...Now they say college is all about drinking, bars and having a good time: we had our share of bars and celebrations. Jeremy's, Floyd's, Tavern, Newgate, BBQ on 8th, Josie Woods and Camp...
Tina and I karyoking to CCR at Village Ma's.
Ryan and Caley getting ready to kick ass in bocce ball at Floyd's
Fish is so excited about this shot, she can't contain herself.
Someone wrote Catie's name on a napkin with BBQ sauce!
Yeah, Gans' downed all of those 32 ozers.AND YES, throughout the good times, soccer was interspersed. Oregon!
Camera crew, Denise, Meg and Jackie found the big draw of Portland: "Special" Elvis
How many Vdubs did we see? Well, Steph thought this was was pretty rad. Can't you tell by her expression?
And who could forget us stealing fun oregon beach games from nearby little kids. Ahhhh, seaweed skip-it - still fresh in my mind!
This is what happened when Jackie screamed "Turn and pose!" as Caley, Fish, Steph and I were walking toward the Pacific Ocean. Hot models, we are.
And Gans Fish TD Caley and Jackie thought it'd be funny to imitate the Chippery people. (they did not think this mockery was funny, but couldn't express their resent because, well, they are metal.)
And bus/van trips are always a good time. Look at this "candid" photo of Jackie TD and I laughing our asses off.80's night!
First of all, all 80's photos should be taken at this angle.
Secondly, girls could pose like this in the 80's and not get called lesbians. (Even though she does like chicks)
ANOTHER NIGHT TO DRESS UP: Halloween :)
We got some firefighters hanging from poles, a mummy, the Ninja Turtles, Braveheart and...
The naughty Red Baron and Golfer. Well, we weren't "naughty", but there were some fun poses we could do with that plastic club.And so, an interlude for Miss Tina Prickett- my roommate, best friend and sister from another mister...
She loves to pose, that is for sure. This is Tina doing a photoshoot at the Salmon River waterfalls- less commonly known as, Forbidden Downs.
And she loves her muscles. Looking hot in (half-a)toga.
She's always willing to share the last few shots on a raft in the bay (and then break up incurring fights on the dock)
Rest on a chilly iceblock to make sure we get the perfect picture...
Try and convince an old cowboy to give up his hat for her performance on the bar of "The Devil Went Down to Georgia"And these 5 pictures of Tina cannot even sum up her existence. Everytime anyone hangs out with her, she is the welcomed center of focus.
Tear * tear* miss you bull...
Moving on to another sad moment: THE END of my soccer collegiate year.
Jackie and I as we walk away from ever playing soccer together again...(we're actually walking to the Brooklyn Library to read to young children)
Oh how I will miss the Hawthorne Inn and its Murphy Bed!
After the Conference Championship- losing one to zero to the Blue Devils - I take out my sadness and anger at the Tavern, in my home Jersey with lots of beer and swamp frog in me.
Who could forget Oswald, Kalvin, Dagg and Peck? The only imaginary characters that kept me sane throughout my ankle injury...
Soccer was a great time. LIU kicks ass AND we're cool. Beat that CCSU.
WITH EVERY END COMES ANOTHER BEGINNING
even if it someone else's beginning...
Ali graduates from the Coast Guard!!! (and Chelsea has my BURGUNDARY What a joyful time it was to see Ali again. Sorry, there are no pictures from this upside-down night with me and my mac at this moment. Perhaps this section will be updated later...
ANOTHER NEW BEGINNING:
The marriage of Jerry and Melinda! Also known as Gerald and Miranda. A beautiful Seattle New Year's wedding for a gorgeous couple with an endless future.
This is us at Snoqualmie Falls, stalking Jerry and Melinda on their honeymoon.Juuuust kidding, they had already left and Steph Jackie and I wanted to check out the place.
But we do look stealth...
Speaking of stealth, here's some legit, hardcore, rated X stealthiness for ya'
Notice: Rainbows are Gay. It's funny cause it's true.And next to her, with the quote of the year:
"Gay is gay, age is irrelevant" -TD
Mission possible.
Gans and Jackie with their stealthiest facesI did not attend this mission, but damn I wish I did.
While we're on the subject
some more stealth
you'd understand why this is stealth if you knew the context...
Catie, plotting AGAIN.
Fish as Super Fish, just a part of the stealth squad.Enough stealth. Man, that word is leaving my mouth dry. On to my roommates!
So this is how I decided we'd spend Valentine's Day. Framboise, cheese and crackers and chocolate covered strawberries. Yum! Oh and wearing green. Instead of Vday, we made it Greenday!
Our family photo. Amy is the baby. Me mom, Tina pops.
Tina cooking us some kind of concoction. I think this one was green bean casserole.(the onions get to her eyes, so she wears goggles)
Slainte- to a great year in 7MSpeaking of a manless Valentine's Day... I did some math in my head the other night.
Over the past 365 days, I have only seen David 19. Ten of those days were on our cross country trip to San Francisco. Here's my tribute to our travels...
Here we are in Houston at his Grandparents house. I love the bricks in the background
This is me in a tree at the LBJ Museum in Western Texas. Yes, I am wearing the same shirt, because I went the whole week living out of one backpack. I rock (and possibly smell? nooooo)
Carlsbad caverns... staring in to the BATCAVE where all the bats fly out of at some point (that we missed). Damn travel deadlines. So much to do, so little time...
A candid shot of David coming out of the meteor crater. I actually forget where exactly this was, but I do remember the circumstances. Dixie Chicks blaring, sign that says Crater exit! We get off the exit, it's 11 miles to the crater and when we get there it's 10 bucks each.The crater wasn't worth it.
This picture was.
Me contemplating over the Hoover DamTo be continued...
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