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shiny objects

Sunday, February 15, 2004


Things I have learned in the past 24 hours:

A donkey show is NOT Mexico's approximation of a classic car show.

Fluids expectorated from one's lungs should NOT be tan. Tan is a bad sign.

I am loved by a strange, intelligent man i met about a year ago. Theories as to his origin include (but are not limited to): biological experiment gone hideously arwy, CIA spook, extraterrestrial. Pretty hair suggests gene tampering.

If you complement the sushi-makers at HEB foodstore, they bow in respect. Some cynical part of me wonders if the manager didn't put them up to it. "Ok guys, we gotta sell more of this raw fish, so ham it up. Bow every once in a while. And for the love of Christ, Sam, if you don't start confusing your R's and L's you're CANNED!"

Yes, we have no bananas.

Snake-oil salesmen once touted licorice as a cure for impotency. Later, it became known for its ability to "cool wanton passions". Both claims are blaringly false.

People are fucking rude.

I am a finalist - one of 14 - for the Nemerov Writing scholarship at Wash U. St. Louis. Go me. out of 446 applicants, i'm happy to be in the top 3%. Pray for my supremecy, gentle readers.



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