Monthly Archives: May 2009

“star trek” film review

DISCLAIMER: I am not a Trekkie/Trekker. There really isn’t a difference, but that also depends on who you ask. But I say that to those that are the die hard fans (whether they dress up or not), and to those

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getting down to the business of vacation

I won’t lie. I’m not even going to try to pretend I’ve been super busy these past few days. I am on vacation. It’s not what I’d consider a “real vacation” like the one I planned a few months ago,

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Posted in babbling, cheese, food, life update, memories, mozzarella, office, poor, shopping, Spanish, vacation

fripodding and purpling: lotusflow3r – prince

I’ve been friPodding the Purple One for almost two weeks now. But it’s necessary since his latest album is actually a double (or triple) album. (Triple because of a new artistling he’s taking care of.) And wouldn’t you know it, my

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Posted in friday, fripodding, ipod, music, prince

i had a dream, indoob!

I had a dream last night, or maybe a couple non-related dreams all within the one night session… but a dream nonetheless.   In this dream, someone came up to me and told me that my blog and all of

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Posted in babbling, blogging, dreams, the mart

fripodding and reciting: “icarus airlines” – taylor mali

Technically, this post I had planned to write last week. And I also planned to be all poetic about it, because if you are familiar with this artist’s name, you will know he is one of the great poets of

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Posted in friday, fripodding, ipod, poetry

“anesthesia” a poem

If it’s one thing I miss– often longed for and desired– it’s the sense of touch last felt when last time expired.   My arms kept her safe, comforted at a time when we were significant others. The sense of

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Posted in poetry, writing

“cubicle assumptions from mr. mondayn” a (working) poem

I can only assume outside the birds are stalking their food, squirrels are playing tag, flirting perhaps, and millions of creepy crawlies are doing something obscene in and around my yard.   I can only assume the roofers roofing my

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Posted in poetry, writing

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