To clear out all misunderstandings, I don’t own a DSLR camera (but if you, yes, you, have a spare, you can donate it.) 😉 I’m currently aiming for Canon Powershot G12.It has the specs of a DSLR and the compactibility of a digicam. Samsung ES10 is the sole companion in random walkabouts. Recently, Pawlita, Canon 1100D, is now part of the wandering family.
After they told me the CT showed there was nothing wrong with my stomach but my heart was failing, I plunked one of those weird two-dollar tea balls I bought in Chinatown and it bobbed and bloomed like a sea monster and tasted like feet and I had at this huge chocolate bar I got at Trader Joe’s and didn’t answer the door even though I could see it was UPS with the horse medication and I thought of that picture Patti took of me in an oval frame. Sweat itself is odorless, composed of water, sodium chloride, potassium salts, […]
Perhaps because I’m lonely, and writing itself is another form of loneliness? Perhaps because words are innately selfish, and they want to be exposed although I don’t intend to? Perhaps because I could easily edit what the mouth couldn’t? Perhaps because writing is an open letter to a certain someone? A real and imaginary reader? Perhaps the heart, the mind couldn’t contain all the words inside, they need an outlet? Perhaps because words should be taken as they are, should not be taken as they are? Perhaps because words are deceitful, just like us? Perhaps because words are sincere, honest […]
by Charles Warnke (Jan. 19, 2011) Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it […]