Broadcast to my radio is a program which concerns it self with science and technology. Recently on this programme, the host spoke of research into the production of petrochemicals from algae. Mentioned, was that to increase the yield of oil it was necessary to stress the algae. I looked down at my belly and experienced a loop of concern.
Am I being stressed out to fuel machinery of the future!?
Oil must be energy stored for future conflicts out of a present fear.
I need to relax.
The couple in front of me are wearing the same colours, but in different places. Her shoes are a rich, loam black, his, a crayola brown, both shoes have prominent stitches of a light hue. Black socks are united, but his pants are the colour of sand in a magazine printed in 1973, and her slacks are black. Under his vest is a black sweater and she has a sandy vertical pin striped top. His vest is a matte black nylon with a velcro fastener on the wrists. Her vest is missing its sleeves making it more of a vest than his jacket.
While he is reading his eyebrows are up and while she is working on her puzzles, her brow is furrowed. Both of their books are open to the end pages. Lenses hang before their eyes, hers held in black plastic, his chrome wire.
Now their legs are both crossed, left over right.
Which is strange considering what his subject. I prescribe some light acting lessons and a trip to the tailors. I won't even get into the implications of have a chunk of a geodesic dome in the background. Anyway, I appreciate the positive outlook he promotes while not quite embodying and new knowledge presented.(Hint: It implies amputation and destruction.)
Since the invention of glass and the pandemic of literacy on the population, many in our number has suffered from looking out of windows and doors with words going in the wrong direction. This horror is compounded by the fact that in all of these cases those suffering must also endure backwards letters. Well no longer! I have created these symmetrical letters to assuage our misery and give us a small comfort. Also if written vertically, which may look nice in a door, they will read properly for everyone.
I have for you, the finest cashmere, to warm your neck!
Piano plays a short solo melody. Curtains close
This snow, oh, before used to freeze my parts, as my coefficient of insulation would drop as lawn dartsThe stage dims
condensation form from my exhale would collect in a web of icy chainmaille
this scarf with prop’ties so vast, giving protection as does a cast
heat; arrested, balanced warmth
the savoury nectar of comfort
this snow is as a test
of the greatest of ease
as I stand here and tis snow I cleave.
He — I am so excited to dine in this setting…
She — I as well as my hunger hath been whetting
He — This grand expanse of food I must say…
Together, arms linked, can only be found at the Pacific Buffet
lights in the back brighter, a row of 4 sailors repeat
at the Pacific Buffet!Sailors fall back into darkness.
This is when, painfully, fortune looked away.One of the chair fall, the music stops.
For it is this place where my scarf has been forced to stay,
filled with food and glee, my dear scarf has been taken from me.
was it the man who was laughing to himself?Lights dim. Curtains close
or was it a staffer who perpetrated this theft?
haunted by these questions
tormented by indigestions
How will I get my scarf back?
How will my bare nape endure this lack?
Hello have you seen my scarf? I have looked for it everywhere?Fades to black, the sounds of sobbing. Curtains close
I have lost it on the Pacific Buffet, How many times must I say?
Do you not care, I have looked for it, everywhere!
Also, I am going to watch Star Wars tonight, for some reason I have never watched the Return of the Jedi.
There have been a number of developments in my list of things to do. I understand that when I am able to articulate a desired activity in a single line of text that it is usually a description of something I will not need to do, want to do or I have removed an invisible handle from the listed, that things I accomplish have. Therefore my list grows long and plentiful like hair and the actions required to trim this mass remains still.
Today I confirmed that I can post my crates around the world with stamps, removed some applications from my Applications folder, exclaimed out loud, "What's up with Picasa [for the mac]!", chatted about a I Love +levetica t-shirt with it’s wearer [who seemed irritated with my views and expounds], washed the glasses, packed away the food delivery, sat on the bike that does not move, cooked dinner, called the company I used to work for, removed sold items from my craigslist account, sat in the nice coffee shop with a coffee and trimmed my beard.
|Food and Drink|
This is a day of dry cold, as the world on the other side of the glass is a frosty fridge. I lost 2 things on the first day of the year. One was brought back into my fold with the expenditure of significant effort and the other continues to float from my grasp. There is a number for me to call. Outside my neighbours have been collecting and packing glass bottles for hours. The bottles are crashing and tolling against each other, tiny bells declaring to all, that they enjoy drink and recycle too.
I have giving my little, collapsing computer a new brain, and am feeling optimistic in a spiky, generalised way about this new slice of duration before me.