<Mountainous Heathen!>

luck to jenny (take two)

photographers have this strange kinship with the photos they take. even if it's only snapshots they took when their brother in law took them sailing. he'll be asked months later, "were you there when we went sailing?" and he'll say, ofcourse i was, i took all the pictures. "aw, it's a shame you're not in any of them." and he'll get real surpised and say he's in the pictures more than anyone. that's his window, his eyes on paper.

if anyone knows a person who speaks a creole language or a farfetched uncommon language, please notify me. i'm in desperate search of someone to latch onto for my phonetics project. the homework that's due today only deals with speech analysis in wavesurfer, and i can't figure out how to coordinate windows for the life of me. but it's fascinating.

indian rock is surprisingly not that far. khushboo says 20 minutes, but i think it takes us a bit longer. i have to start going more often. i think it's a big contributor to those nights that i just pass out and don't hear anything all night. natural nyquil.

going in to cermics is becoming increasingly difficult. i work in the afternoons, and it's very hard to go after 5, mainly because i just wanna go home by then, and partially because i can never find a free wheel after 5. i should start working in the mornings. so many ideas that mean nothing unless made into clay.

and lastly, jenny's dying. she's been dying for a week now, and i've resisted being pulled down with her for just as long. today is the last day of her sickness. or so she "decided" last night. she will get a 175, or so i have decided just now.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Thursday, September 22, 2005 luck to jenny (take two) photographers have this strange kinship with the photos they take. even if it's only snapshots they took when their brother in law took them sailing. he'll be asked months later, "were you there when we went sailing?" and he'll say, ofcourse i was, i took all the pictures. "aw, it's a shame you're not in any of them." and he'll get real surpised and say he's in the pictures more than anyone. that's his window, his eyes on paper. if anyone knows a person who speaks a creole language or a farfetched uncommon language, please notify me. i'm in desperate search of someone to latch onto for my phonetics project. the homework that's due today only deals with speech analysis in wavesurfer, and i can't figure out how to coordinate windows for the life of me. but it's fascinating. indian rock is surprisingly not that far. khushboo says 20 minutes, but i think it takes us a bit longer. i have to start going more often. i think it's a big contributor to those nights that i just pass out and don't hear anything all night. natural nyquil. going in to cermics is becoming increasingly difficult. i work in the afternoons, and it's very hard to go after 5, mainly because i just wanna go home by then, and partially because i can never find a free wheel after 5. i should start working in the mornings. so many ideas that mean nothing unless made into clay. and lastly, jenny's dying. she's been dying for a week now, and i've resisted being pulled down with her for just as long. today is the last day of her sickness. or so she "decided" last night. she will get a 175, or so i have decided just now. posted by ...me at 10:36 AM