Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Can you tell I'm reading Gaiman?
I don't like December, not really.
Its trappings hang disconcertingly,
In such stark contrast to how we feel.
After all, you can't decorate what's dead.
Little lights alight, blur and bleed for bleary eyes
Because it's so cold I could cry.
Will, did, am.
It's so pretty on the postcard you might forget to pray
For the needles of pain to remind you you're alive,
Though you wonder if the natural numbness
Of lost things, frosting, might not be preferable.
Hollywood lied, you know—
Hell hath no fires, only endless snow.
(Lewis knows.)
I wonder if this is what it's like to grow old.
If it's true, I won't lie-
Truly, I think I'd rather die.
Peppermint grows year round,
And it tastes better in the summer anyway.
Its trappings hang disconcertingly,
In such stark contrast to how we feel.
After all, you can't decorate what's dead.
Little lights alight, blur and bleed for bleary eyes
Because it's so cold I could cry.
Will, did, am.
It's so pretty on the postcard you might forget to pray
For the needles of pain to remind you you're alive,
Though you wonder if the natural numbness
Of lost things, frosting, might not be preferable.
Hollywood lied, you know—
Hell hath no fires, only endless snow.
(Lewis knows.)
I wonder if this is what it's like to grow old.
If it's true, I won't lie-
Truly, I think I'd rather die.
Peppermint grows year round,
And it tastes better in the summer anyway.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
The Flood
Thursday night, I was excited about going to bed pretty early. Then, 'why do I hear water flowing? I have no leaky faucets.'
I got up to find my kitchen flooded from above the hood above the stove, water streaming steadily down electrical wires with nothing to be done for it until the morning. I was angry and electrocuted. I mopped it up the best I could manage and hoped it would stop... eventually.
Eventually it did. And I had a great weekend. And I arrived home Monday morning to find my apartment reeking from moisture and a second deluge.
I informed my boss, who told me it was my responsibility to shut off the water. For the apartment above me. When it floods my kitchen. Supposedly, I can access it from the hallway, but considering how little time I spend in my apartment between my 50-hour work-week and weekends in Seoul... wtf? Why is it MY responsibility to shut off my neighbor's water every time my neighbor floods my kitchen?
아이씨.
I got up to find my kitchen flooded from above the hood above the stove, water streaming steadily down electrical wires with nothing to be done for it until the morning. I was angry and electrocuted. I mopped it up the best I could manage and hoped it would stop... eventually.
Eventually it did. And I had a great weekend. And I arrived home Monday morning to find my apartment reeking from moisture and a second deluge.
I informed my boss, who told me it was my responsibility to shut off the water. For the apartment above me. When it floods my kitchen. Supposedly, I can access it from the hallway, but considering how little time I spend in my apartment between my 50-hour work-week and weekends in Seoul... wtf? Why is it MY responsibility to shut off my neighbor's water every time my neighbor floods my kitchen?
아이씨.
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