tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286241932024-03-06T21:53:47.844-08:00How This Affects Youcathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-44410570735552481172008-05-02T09:08:00.000-07:002008-05-02T09:09:23.686-07:00I just clicked on this link <a href="http://www.socpractice.org/">http://www.socpractice.org/</a><br /><br />and got a page that says only<br /><br />You have reached the end of the internet, please go back.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-36260157042649134842008-03-31T08:01:00.000-07:002008-03-31T08:02:32.768-07:00beforeafter awakened in the river as the feeling of bodied eyes [before the physical’s derangement] afloat along a numbness called home [orations that caused us before they caused home] which has entered memory to collapse it into vast crumbs—this is how a fresh subject imposed its systems [talking of before to inhabit present action] think (that) you speak along the tongue telling nothing [think before is that you speak of your or other speaking] these else to slip and spread in an altered syllable [can this be mimicked before you] one falling alteration that swells to occurrence as a presence pissing in the dressing room as well as not pissing or make a room a territory [the seeing of it before it being owned but then before belonged to those who see now as well] streams cutting it off measure of awakeness—how rush thinking through to touch blurs that mouth a broken or saddle stages to the feel of that collapse [never had such a knife as when I have before] sum of fears befores that come to wars I cannot say flicker underwater<br />water forced through organs does shed a mercenary lightcathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-65591076146619566242008-03-03T14:49:00.000-08:002008-03-03T14:51:54.448-08:00post-sammich philosophizing led me to <a href="http://www.newscientist.com/backpage.ns?id=mg19225773.300">this place</a>.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-59787598313183143582008-02-29T09:25:00.000-08:002008-02-29T09:26:33.879-08:00<a href="http://www.photobasement.com/41-hilarious-science-fair-experiments/">science etsperiments</a><br /><br />i like "juicy beans" and "drop it like it's hot" but there are so MANY to love.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-76249548323494897372008-01-24T07:28:00.000-08:002008-01-24T07:34:05.749-08:00diane ward yayABSOLUTION<br /><br />My arms are given<br />clean away, heaven forgiven.<br /><br />I live in arms, touched<br />by sentence, treble up, sentence.<br /><br />Reaching out across the states,<br />statements, clear mess of states.<br /><br />If my fingers were longer, if central,<br />south, north, if we.<br /><br />Set free a fortune by taking up<br />arms, each man must, each woman ...<br /><br />Purge us of touch, including you,<br />the weight of emotion above.<br /><br />I see my feet: footsteps; arms:<br />touched by delivery, destination.<br /><br />I suppose I love that too, and you<br />in a formal setting, deep-heating.<br /><br />And where, apart from us, motioning<br />away from us, gesture, come here.<br /><br />It's gone. They were my arms-<br />reach within my arms-length.<br /><br />It's not an airplane, not a part<br />of me. The motion, not the ocean, comprehended.<br /><br />This is absolutely untrue. Within<br />my arms I have. I don't have you.<br /><br />from <a href="http://roofbooks.com/book/?GCOI=93780100267360"><em>Relation</em></a>cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-38427469294554688122008-01-16T12:02:00.000-08:002008-01-16T12:04:32.273-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5c33nlnvbtYStYdhqU-ticpaYiVhOhQTqLeaWBh4_od09h5YpsUBYtl4CRiaUqMYC4aD8OS7FdohXnRygFHesZBUjklu9A1w6t65FYNjwZwLHtVdtoogFbHRitwxWdMBKx82B/s1600-h/Ezra_Pound.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5c33nlnvbtYStYdhqU-ticpaYiVhOhQTqLeaWBh4_od09h5YpsUBYtl4CRiaUqMYC4aD8OS7FdohXnRygFHesZBUjklu9A1w6t65FYNjwZwLHtVdtoogFbHRitwxWdMBKx82B/s400/Ezra_Pound.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156167798086356786" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.topsynergy.com/Hilda_Doolittle-Ezra_Pound/relationships/EC1E=26145EC1E=2752431.html">Ezra Pound as your boss</a>cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-34117422703924286402007-12-27T12:16:00.000-08:002007-12-27T12:17:40.455-08:00<a href="http://www.voiceoftheturtle.org/contents.php?catid=5">the poetry of the turtle</a>cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-72287774779762769152007-11-07T09:02:00.000-08:002007-11-07T09:03:52.787-08:00sometimes people have a magnolia pancake haus menu in their laps on buses. i had a bag of socks.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-70944243199533521932007-11-06T16:42:00.000-08:002007-11-06T16:43:07.385-08:00http://www.timecube.com/cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-90513999531968626562007-09-29T17:03:00.000-07:002007-09-29T17:13:44.126-07:00russian poets partyandrei rodionov & angel<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCU64hIhw_Ck6acAOweIGedNrPybrBdZwb3Oa8D2A-YZD1zoPFWoUFbqxGrySmbsQKvJO5urMQP75MLR2oSKlsMFV6qGnPCuOVhkWuO6s9Vz7LYS3b8olhth_LBcKcXhDV-xI/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCU64hIhw_Ck6acAOweIGedNrPybrBdZwb3Oa8D2A-YZD1zoPFWoUFbqxGrySmbsQKvJO5urMQP75MLR2oSKlsMFV6qGnPCuOVhkWuO6s9Vz7LYS3b8olhth_LBcKcXhDV-xI/s400/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115783422764814770" /></a><br />ryan walker<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hO_sn_0QcuU3ypnHJcVb60U-2P08zugubxrQdYfG5kt4PsBWnA62F8S3Jo0mGP4eWtvlPW-52C2B86llH6cYhlm0efgnLtFFhILH7KR1YWx_CkKkHpGPIUUqCAlCEbZbVOo-/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hO_sn_0QcuU3ypnHJcVb60U-2P08zugubxrQdYfG5kt4PsBWnA62F8S3Jo0mGP4eWtvlPW-52C2B86llH6cYhlm0efgnLtFFhILH7KR1YWx_CkKkHpGPIUUqCAlCEbZbVOo-/s400/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115782782814687650" /></a>cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-10192100210378403892007-09-21T11:54:00.000-07:002007-09-21T11:55:31.984-07:00i dent<br />itty bittynesscathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-66881116432449169572007-09-21T09:34:00.001-07:002007-09-21T09:39:14.872-07:00<a href="http://www.curiousexpeditions.org/2007/09/librophiliac_love_letter_a_com.html#more"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oYtWfTX89lmDPUES4-5qhU_Ebg62pqdiWE1Dh7y0MX2H5mOJi4H2407I7HaVjCPqQzS8HjphEfH-Dfw1F9arVxzEu3EpFjG2yKoeQfOmGlw7WQvUqqpYxJkrVN6j_e66A0ft/s400/Vatican.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112696904647086306" /></a>cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-53854966168371653082007-09-18T08:15:00.000-07:002007-09-18T08:18:20.624-07:00i wrecked my bike on the way to work. fortunately my face broke my fall. a stupid white guy was jogging by while i was on the ground with a broken helmet, a broken bike, broken sunglasses, and he made eye contact and kept going, even though there was no one else around on foot on rock creek parkway. then this latino guy named jorge in a bulldozer asked me what happened because i was dragging my bike down the trail with a scuffed face. he got down and fixed my tired so it would spin and i could push the bicicleta. the giant egg on my head doesn't hurt so maybe it never will.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-69590487629581458292007-09-17T05:40:00.000-07:002007-09-17T05:41:47.941-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0F_tVTnn7sysXiJfyfpf0w1f1YW_pG5cbCYpmYEerpdM6O81gdtnmlvvCo9ExCS83J-wzk3BTe0E4oK1qlYZ79sUz2aGKu_YkWU5rxYRiSwSUqOMwaZGvmqQtjrvhv6my5uWU/s1600-h/kateandnuns.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0F_tVTnn7sysXiJfyfpf0w1f1YW_pG5cbCYpmYEerpdM6O81gdtnmlvvCo9ExCS83J-wzk3BTe0E4oK1qlYZ79sUz2aGKu_YkWU5rxYRiSwSUqOMwaZGvmqQtjrvhv6my5uWU/s400/kateandnuns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111152390547912930" /></a><br />my friend kate hitchhiking the visa trip (santiago to mendoza & back over the andes to renew your tourist visa). she apparently started a band with some nuns on the way back.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-54191929957163168212007-09-16T06:18:00.000-07:002007-09-16T06:27:32.579-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSsjpqlcjaQTp2UsX5CCQ9bRXgvaSjoJX3m7RRaGE8HRgXPLVLYpXabjtxsp6iaNbI-0bNrt9tRmD2XGT98faJp8mT_fJ_gtjQWUl7vix9iWfeiZWkd26lmZajgV4nofqEQaI/s1600-h/allsouls.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSsjpqlcjaQTp2UsX5CCQ9bRXgvaSjoJX3m7RRaGE8HRgXPLVLYpXabjtxsp6iaNbI-0bNrt9tRmD2XGT98faJp8mT_fJ_gtjQWUl7vix9iWfeiZWkd26lmZajgV4nofqEQaI/s400/allsouls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110793077878896850" /></a><br />someone is hosting church in an apt. near me. thank you jesus.<br /><br />it occurred to me to go to church today. i like the idea of going to church today. esp. because i'm not a god person. or maybe i am. so i went to the all souls unitarian church's web site to find out what time to go but the site's down. that is definitely a sign. that i am about to willingly buy something. maybe only metaphorically willingly.<br /><br />why am i out of bed is the more you know question.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-25753127008231579292007-09-15T11:09:00.001-07:002007-09-15T11:13:39.761-07:00let me preface this by saying i am happy today.<br /><br />the house my mother grew up in where my grandparents lived until they died collapsed into a mine shaft this week. they lived in a little brick house in a working class neighborhood--lots of houses close together. now there is no basement and it is by all accounts in a dangle over the pit. the people who have lived there since my family sold it five years ago are upset because they didn't have house sucked into a mine shaft insurance. i don't know what anyone would be mining. <br /><br />i am not happy because of this incident, by the way. i am unreasonably happy. i think it might be the weather but i hate to have a cause for this effect.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-48998006987107200012007-09-13T18:25:00.000-07:002007-09-13T18:31:33.818-07:00someone told me today to get more epiphanies. she wasn't joking. i tried to get at least one today but it didn't work. i got dizzy once but didn't hallucinate or anything and maybe was imagining i was dizzy. really i was trying to have an epiphany which made me want to take metamucil or something.<br /><br />i'm working on a book for a co-worker's baby shower. it's called "childless people SPEAK OUT: advice to parents of children" and it's a comic book. but it's not funny. it's serious. maybe i'll post some of it.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-13589969970485819292007-09-09T15:45:00.000-07:002007-09-09T15:46:02.882-07:00YOUR MOUTH IS YOUR POLICEMANcathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-89198199797075405952007-08-14T16:21:00.001-07:002007-08-14T16:21:35.763-07:00i'm just killing time till the so you think you can dance finals. that's right.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-17252332309359391892007-08-14T16:19:00.000-07:002007-08-14T16:20:15.465-07:00instances of unwith did play us<br />two or three in budding towardness, what is<br />in the pointing of itself attached to that<br />Ohio that that man mildly stained, yes,<br />always it was two or only one when every<br />twitch born bland got softly fatal, eventually<br />observed from & of synapses such as<br />toward comes down to tell a thing<br />path does not exist, <em>path does not exist</em>,<br />though this event of measurement exists, soon<br />you will be upon observed receipts<br />as music’s lost administrationscathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-11964340925494508292007-07-27T18:55:00.000-07:002007-07-27T18:57:09.372-07:00<a href="http://www.secrettechnology.com/gamegame/agame.html">SeCret TeCHnolOgy</a>cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-42490200423804453202007-07-27T07:30:00.000-07:002007-07-27T07:43:18.895-07:00yesterday I was visiting friends and eating tasty food and my friend told her 5-yr-old son that i'm a librarian, which he knew, so he nodded. then she told him i'm also a poet, that i write poetry. he looked at me, grabbed his own head, and yelled, "my brain can't understand that!" so i gave him my waterproof watch and he was very happy. it has a clear face so you can see the works. he kept running through the room saying, "i don't have time! i'm in a hurry! it's 2000 and 98!"cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-20009426170859076902007-07-17T14:58:00.000-07:002007-07-17T15:01:50.458-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMeacG3I0eSr8Ys_Zu_WSs0jKpOGLDa5yyLYRbPhUCW_69wLd-IZaJu8kidUe25tOOUa5rTW_mzIksJnlBFe4bV9XmdDwMiQy3XcVVYWypDP6k369tgFypXYiee7xxT84wg8H/s1600-h/criminal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMeacG3I0eSr8Ys_Zu_WSs0jKpOGLDa5yyLYRbPhUCW_69wLd-IZaJu8kidUe25tOOUa5rTW_mzIksJnlBFe4bV9XmdDwMiQy3XcVVYWypDP6k369tgFypXYiee7xxT84wg8H/s400/criminal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088289291782759234" /></a><br />The Only Possible Relationship to the University Today <br />Is a Criminal Onecathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-53917099984821272322007-07-09T15:54:00.000-07:002007-07-09T16:13:12.575-07:00I just read a fiction book about unsuccessful suicides--unsuccessful in the not executed at all sense. maybe "at all" is too blanket. i should have said sexecuted. i've never even thought about killing myself except by thinking about how i've never thought about it, which doesn't probably count. existential dread, yes. (see ryan's blog) despair, yes. ire, yes. frustration, yes. excessive happiness to the point of depression, yes. a cup of pudding or a pat on the head generally pull me out of any emotional ditch into which i tumble.cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-54242687521884316912007-07-05T14:05:00.000-07:002007-07-05T14:09:19.241-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TTaHPEuhuNK0yVtj5bjE59LxOaR_A5C6Mlk4-ABgxnDZaziI1PjbNpOTccoKITSDaU_4Eo44_O2gqqUjIWGBnsqUuRXbO0XBz_gTwdr8DBlpUrb0W6YCpHJHiAtkZ-pfe7_1/s1600-h/badge2.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TTaHPEuhuNK0yVtj5bjE59LxOaR_A5C6Mlk4-ABgxnDZaziI1PjbNpOTccoKITSDaU_4Eo44_O2gqqUjIWGBnsqUuRXbO0XBz_gTwdr8DBlpUrb0W6YCpHJHiAtkZ-pfe7_1/s400/badge2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083822859607609602" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.scarysquirrel.org/page1.html">SCARY SQUIRREL WORLD</a>cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com3