Monday, August 24, 2009

important little darlings


there i was lying in bed last night thinking about how great and interesting it would be to write a blog discussing punctuation and grammar. primarily its usage arguments. looking at my previous entries it would be concluded that i route for the minimalist approach. some might say i am being lazy or raw. i tend to agree. only dicks don't use proper grammar claiming it interferes with their flow. thus and therefore, i am a pretty big dick. however, moving forward i sought out what could be called one of my most horrid punctuative errors. no, it is not the blatant disregard for capitalization. yes, i should probably use complete sentences. no, i needed to write about something that would stir up emotion. you've all done it. my college English teacher called me out on it, rest her wretched soul. one could say that one of the most common errors and my common error would be the comma splice. makes me want to punch walls how i can't figure that shit out. shhhhhh.
so i began my research on punctuation, thinking, "i got this." it won't be no Eats, Shoots & Leaves but it will surely bring entertainment to the average American audience who remembers practically nothing from their education. if you are like me you do not care about punctuation until it hits you that you need it like heroin. once you take that step in editing there is no going back. it starts to rule you. how can i possibly convey what i am trying to convey without the insightful, delightful dictatorship that is proper punctuation. since i lack little dot marks no one knows what i am trying to say and everything i write is completely ambiguous. damn...it. it is alright. true genius meddles in the arts of frustration and tedium. the point is through doing a minimal amount of research as usual i have found that the world of punctuation is great and vast. i would be here forever blabbing about it. that is just not my style, i have some sleeping to do. so the best thing would be to choose something in the "field" i'll say of comma splicing to give an example of how one would welcome nails on a chalkboard before attempting to analyze...the serial comma. also known as the Oxford or Harvard comma, bastards.
it goes like this: the serial comma is the comma used directly before a conjunction like and or or. Consider this sentence for example, "When I go on vacation I mustn't forget my umbrella, herpes medication, and scientific calculator." Heh, where is that person going, anyway. that little comma after "medication" is the serial comma. now i will admit to purposefully never using and in fact being avidly against the serial comma. i just assumed it was redundant. also, someone in the keansburg school system taught me this way. who cares right? without the serial comma who is to say that people would not think that my herpes medication WAS infact my scientific calculator? blurred meanings make for ages of literary interpretation. this is my goal anyway. a nerd-centered writing system will baffle lit freaks for milena. but it is really up to you to do your own research on the serial comma to see where you stand. do you want to represent the Australians and leave it out or AMERICA and include the serial comma. Who are you going to believe? the new york times pssh, or friggin Strunk and White? people can change. after all of these years of prejudice i have become a full convert to the usage of the serial comma.
i hope this life changing information has inspired yous to use correct punctuation or at least to never disregard something as seemingly unimposing as a little biddy comma.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

ask, and ye shall maybe perhaps recieve

they say that you find what you're looking for when you least expect it, when you are not looking.
they also say seek and ye shall find.
WTF, which one is it??? we certainly practice the latter as part of our anxious rapid culture.
the word career comes from the Spanish word carrera which means race.
i have the answer for you laid out in practice.
take my some would say uncanny where as others would say unhealthy ability to find four-leafed clovers.
yesterday i went out on a mission seeing that our lawnmower is broken giving the august clover patches a chance to rise.
august yields the fattest, lushest clovers, also the most mutated ones.
just as i was about to pass out from dehydration i found one, imperfect but there it was beaming amongst the lesser three-leafed ones.
what did i do with it? i threw it in the woods. maybe the hunt was better than the find. stupid hobby.
the other, irritating school of thought is the close your eyes, live your life and don't think about it mentality often applied to seeking a partner.
so there i am, wasted waddling down ye old country road with friends, BAM there's one! shit yo there's another, look bitches i found a really huge one! ok let's turn back but wait let me just grab this fourth one.
with these clovers i took great pains to make sure they were perfect looking in their little dixie cup filled with water. note: clovers will wilt fairly soon after taking them from their root. this can be remedied by placing the stem in very cold water, an excellent idea before pressing.
it seemed i cared more for what i found doing the least amount of work.
the secret to finding four- leafed clovers is to look for a square shape in a world of triangles.
so why does our culture place so much emphasis on happenstance? the ingenue found at the coffee bar is valued more then the actor who studied the greatest teachers. i'll tell you why. it is just funner that way. damn it, FUN. we are not Russians we are AMERicans!
so we can either run really really fast to win the race, or just stumble around the track drunk and you know, something will happen.
case and point, i decided to do something like write, and a little ad on the side of the screen read, bartending school! curry enroll today!
there. riddle your brain no more. the answer is bartending school.

country time lemonade

wow this part of my life is so totally awesome. i'm not complaining or comparing in this little note. after all i am doing this with only one regret.
so here is the grand plan and what i have to do it with. country version.

well, i ain't got no god, no job or no dog
ain't drivin no fancy car
but i know i can get real far
if i believe in my own dialogue.

seen someone a long while back
and there was somethin i forgot to ask
why aren't you livin how you want to be?
you know i know that you'd like to be free.

now i know i forgot to grow
workin shit jobs like at the red oak
five crazy years that have gone real slow
when all i did was scream and drink and smoke.

so i'm leeeeeeeevin the countreh!
so i'm leeeeeeeevin the countreh,
even though for the first time
these boots were in their home.

now i'll be drinkin beers in bostonnnn!
so i'll be drinkin beers in bostonnnn,
thinkin here is where i lost my paw
wishin i didnt leave my boots at home.

don't got no boyfrien, or no sister-in-law
don't wanna work at no restaurant
but i know i can work real hard
if i believe in my own dialogue.

thankya, so moving to boston for no reason with no job annnnnnnd GO!

the faithful departed

hhhhh. looks like i'll have to delete a few more numbers. self control was never my strong point but i'm getting better because i'm caring less. some people call that a slow decent into seclusion. back to the point as i avoid all real attempts at writing. yeay it's friday! yeay it's saturday! yeay it's wednesday! i'm wasted, where's my phone. it doesn't matter who you are. you are not safe. curry had chips and 8 alcoholic beverages to eat today, she swears it was on the food pyramid in 1922. remember brendid? holly does, i don't but apparently i talked to him for 20 minutes at 3am and his name is brandon. remember that text i sent you or that facebook chat we had, good cause i don't. what gives me the right to do this? i have an angel and a devil in each ear and if my angel wasn't so busy doing meth maybe my devil who apparently only gets high on evil wouldn't have so many chances to hypnotize me with his lies! i guess i just need to find a hobby, like fist fighting. ok, whatever.

wednesday night highlights

at this stage people are thinking about their lives and beginning them. the first friends with families start popping up. i've seen so many happy beautiful people i grew up with taking care and enjoying their children. that's so awesome. what a great way to spend life. some of us have great lives and they are just different. different worlds all over the world.
a house a pick up and a car. land with an isolated house on it. turn that shit into a nature preserve so no one could live there but me. i'd have a pick up truck for the sole purpose of hauling my speed boat for when i want to fucking cruise the coast. and what i'm going to do to attain that is as little as possible. i've decided to skip a further degree and just learn the shit and fill in the details, ie names of things, history, later.

if i were magic i would just have magic powers so i could say, *ding happy city *ding no more machine guns *ding world peace. this way we all wouldnt really have to do anything and we would live in a utopia. see 4 1/2 years in vermont and i'm already a hippie.

when i go do my thing in the evening to study the plants and birds i put on what ever crap i can find. i just dont have time to look like a naturalist. how wrong is it that my other hobby is style. haay.

i'll get out my issue of vermont weekend update my non existent column that is here for a few more weeks until it is called the the boston area weekend update. i know it's lame but, apparently to prove to companies that you are a writer you have to have some kind of proof. capitalists. so i have decided to write about my weekends and maybe it will give me more reasons to do stuff. or i may lie and say i'm writing about it and just not posting it. who can say what will happen.

all that and i'm almost a year pregnant with joy for my future companion animal. it takes about 2 to 3 more years to completely gestate but it will all be worth it for the birth of little Sparrow Marie. she is a grey toy poodle who has perfect manners and is always happy. there. no biggie. sparrow and i will work our way through a few apartments and jobs and relationships before we reach our nature preserve where no one else can live. it will be worth it as well for S.P. Marie and I to hop out of my corvette and into my beat up awesome truck with the speedboat hooked up, some chips, and some cans of soda straight to the coast line. not so much a family person i guess. not like having one wouldn't be just as much fun to have people to hang out with on my speedboat. work all summer spring and fall. take off during the winter. hole up or go on mad vacations. sigh this wasn't my weekend update so this means i have to write again before friday. gross.

atheist story

On a porch swing in the southern summer evening. Mother and daughter have, a "life moment."

"Daughter, um, can we talk about something?"
"Sure what about mom?"
"Well honey its about god."
"God?"
"Yeah you see,*sigh, there comes a time in everyone's life where they learn the truth about god. Now for your father that time has apparently not come yet. I just, he's too old for this. Anyway..."
"Oh wow, so there really is a secret truth about goooood?"
"Uh, no honey a, well sort of. God...is just a story people made up to help rear children, like a tradition."

Mom is smiling a nervous yet convincing smile. Daughter grimaces and puts her elbows on her lap.

"Really?"
"'Fraid so dear."
"Wow, FML"

rhymes to blow the sweat away

the sounds of the summah
erykah badu, lupe fiasco, andre 3000
some people don't like them. whatevah.
foreveh evah, foreveh eveh?
dumb it down
eatin spaghetti in the north end of town
hopin and dreamin my eyes are like beamin
when i see the i ties, i dies they wont go out wit me whys?
pink sunglasses, spiked hair back sasses
better steal mamma's gun no mo fun fo no one
green license plate now out of state
no one knows or heas of the whip poor wil's fate
from boston to flauston parrot-ice
mass attack at a ill price
writin raps sobah, tellin drunk chicks come ovah
spittin crack whack jack
squeezin tubers, goin to choir practice and buyin make up
344 wash made me wake up
bitches from southie gettin mouthie not in my house see
i like to smoke and run free
find a parking lot and a pile of glass on which to pee
dont stress i aint no mess i do it the bess
gettin stingy in quincy rollin
memory strollin
to potato famin park ina dirty jerz
now i struttin the glitz ina dead baby furs
drivin over the tobin throwin bowls of puke out the window gettin my nails did every second on hancock street, takin twerpin trains, summah rains, gettin kicked out the vip area nothin scariah than the rich prick brick, houses on the bay near fenway, movin to boston not today but in like a few weeks, penny pinchin, craigslist studyin, book readin and lots a sleepin
fo rel

what happens at summer camp does not stay at summer camp

today was one of those days like back in elementary school where i wanted to pretend i was sick and have my dad come pick me up and snicker with my middle finger up as we drove away. maybe i can have my mom write me a note saying i don't have to go to work anymore or swish for that matter. i haven't written in a while but it makes me feel better so i am. who knows who reads facebook blogs anyway! find a music program, select "the girl from impanema," play it while you leaf through my brain. oh and if unlike me you do not like hearing what someone dreamed about read on because i wouldn't waste your time like that.
last night i had a dream that sounds like a dream book type dream only more italian. i was flossing spinich out of my teeth then suddenly i realized i had so much in there it had filled up the sink. furthermore, in the back of my mouth were a bunch of white beans. this was after i left poppa's pizza in keansburg where they started a side business tattoo parlor on nice days when people could get tatted outside. my friend got a tattoo of a laundry basket with flowers on it. while another friend and i were waiting for our tattoos i was chatting with a customer about how i decided to go to college again, not for my masters mind you, just to try it out to see if...to see if what? i wasn't in a good place at the time the first time around? that's it so let's process. in times of stress i often dream about school. i'm usually older and have to go through the lamest school crap like coloring or math. okkkkk, would explain the college thing. how about my disclosure to the world about my spinach and white beans? having to work at cleaning or perhaps a devegetabling stabilization? the laundry basket, cleaning. flowers, i like them. my roses are infested with spidermites and i am almost rid of them. hmmm. further analysis reads that i have been spraying my roses with chemicals that smell like rotting dead vegetables. either that image or the toxins could have entered my cortex. i just don't understand the sudden change in the dreamscape. i'm usually just chillin in some magical castle filled with evils and power. i never have crap in my teeth! come on with that psych 101 stuff. what changed! i mean, ARE they doing tattoos at poppa's pizza now i don't know! it has been raining a lot and from what i have heard from people many of us are on the eve of a big change. perhaps i will indeed land a job with dental insurance and that is what this is all about, i can't really say just yet. i need help from my trusty interpreters. yous.