September 3rd, 2013 § 0 comments § permalink


“When I wrote this song, I’d never been to Calgary – still haven’t been – and I had a few really close friends that I’d met throughout the years from Calgary, and it always seemed like a place that I felt connected to. This song sort of became about an envisionment, a place, about when you think there’s somebody out there that you could be in love with but you haven’t met them yet. And it sort of became a metaphor for places you haven’t been but that you feel like you know, and you can sort of have that feeling about somebody you haven’t met that you feel like you’re supposed to be with.”

And This, Too, Shall Pass Away

December 30th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


“It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: “And this, too, shall pass away.” How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!” -Abraham Lincoln

Thinking, and thinking…and thinking

November 5th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


I am sitting on my couch writing an article for my new website to sell language software.  I am writing about memory.  Now, even though I took an entire course called “Brain, Learning, and Memory” at the U of M, I barely remember anything from that course.  Ironic, right?  (In my defense, it was probably too advanced for me at the time…I was fresh out of high school and didn’t know what I was in for.)  Anyway, after reading a few articles online about memory, I was inspired to dig a little deeper and try to read about how the brain actually stores memories.  Which got me wondering all about how the brain does anything in the first place.  It’s like when I wrote about eyes.  It just blows my mind that the brain actually DOES this – it’s a lump of gray goo.  How in the world can I remember a dream I had a month ago…the dream didn’t even happen.  How do I remember certain things so vividly?  Where is it?  It’s not like a computer where the data is stored physically in binary code.  Then I started to look for pictures of the brain for my article…and got really creeped out for some reason.

Anyway.  It still blows my mind that the brain actually does what it does.  And the more you think about it, and the more you wonder how your own personal brain is doing anything, the more a weird sense of unreality sets in.  It’s only temporary but it’s kinda weird.   It’s like when you think about a word a lot, it loses its meaning and seems so abstract.  The more you think about yourself and your brain, the more it loses its meaning and seems less real.  Ok I think I better stop now haha.  I’m creeping myself out.


How Stupid Do You Think I Am?

September 29th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


Sometimes I look in the spam folder in my email account.  Today I received this wonderful correspondence from the Minister of Finance in Nigeria:

I am Mrs. Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala, the Minister of Finance in Nigeria. I sincerely need your very kind assistance to claim and receive fund worth Forty eight million, three hundred thousand us dollars (US$48,300,000)
Source: The sum arose from over-inflated contract awarded by Nigeria Ministry to a foreign firm. We have fashioned out a foolproof plan to successfully transfer the funds to an account belonging to a foreigner for investment purpose, i want to front you as the beneficiary of the fund and 25% will be your compensation for this assistance.
I assure you that there is no risk involve in this transaction because we will perfect the transaction in a way that there will be no trace of the funds to you after the transfer because my colleague and i are in charge of giving the approvals of all contract funds in our ministry here in Nigeria.
Please keep this transaction safe and confidential because my colleagues in the Ministry have trusted me in getting a foreign partner for the transfer of the fund.
We intend to invest our own share in any profitable business in your country based on your advice because our economy is not good enough for investment.
Please If my proposal is acceptable to you, reply as soon as possible.
I await your urgent response.
Best Regards,
Mrs. Ngozi Okonjo Iweala
Minister of Finance Federal Republic of Nigeria.

The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart

March 13th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
to which nation. French has no word for home,
and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people
in northern India is dying out because their ancient
tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost
vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would
finally explain why the couples on their tombs
are smiling. And maybe not. When the thousands
of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated,
they seemed to be business records. But what if they
are poems or psalms? My joy is the same as twelve
Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.
O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper,
as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind’s labor.
Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts
of long-fibered Egyptian cotton. My love is a hundred
pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what
my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this
desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script
is not laguage but a map. What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.


Jack Gilbert.


November 27th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’

Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.

Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’

Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’

It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”


October 26th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

yes, I’m going to find the quiet peaceful corner of the coffee shop, where people are reading and working, and take my moaning crying baby and sit RIGHT their face.  Yep.  I’m sooooo considerate.


Car Alarms

October 19th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

Someone new moved in on Avocado st, and their car alarm goes off at least once or twice a day. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. It’s the most annoying thing in the world! Do car alarms actually stop theft?! They just annoy the crap out of everyone because it goes off every time a freaking ant sneezes in Madagascar.

10 Mile Stereo

September 17th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

this push and pull is the force of a wave of time

ya know

September 16th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

I want to support brick and mortar, local businesses, but I just can’t when is selling something for $76  that I was going to buy at Target for almost $200.  With free 2 day shipping (since I bought an Amazon prime membership, I get most things for FREE 2 day shipping.  It’s been the best thing I ever bought, honestly.  It has saved me money.  Before I probably would have just bought the stupid thing at Target just so I could have it right now.  But with FREE 2 day shipping, I automatically go right to to find the stuff I was going to buy.)

I can’t help it!  I’m not going to spend an extra $100 out of pity for the stores, but I am watching a lot of stores go out of business and I don’t like that.  I don’t know.  I’m not an economist, so I can’t say what the answer is.  I mean, the fact that Borders went out of business kills me.  And I bought a lot of books from Borders.

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