Poeme

It's 2014. Your electronical devices and automagically programmed computer zip-zaps can wait. for the next ten minutes while you play this brilliant, old piece of music. Close your eyes. Listen to it. Let it enter your mind. Seriously, don't just "play" it. Listen to it. Envision the masterful violinist David Oistrakh losing himself in music. Be the witness to a man opening his soul for you. He's sacrificing all his vulnerabilities and insecurities so that you dear web surfer can for ten minutes also fly over and scrape the surface of his heavenly dome. At its center, perfection.

Aside from sex, this is the best representations of perfection humans can devise. This is how we can stare into the face of God and know that nothing matters and everything is going to be okay.

The song ends abruptly. So go find a lover and kiss him. Continue the song.

Cereal Business

The grocery store had no Cocoa Krispies to sell, so the fight has been postponed. I'm in Cocoa Pebbles' corner on this one. My wife has decided to side with Clubber Lang (AKA Cocoa Krispies).

Tasty

Arguing with a coworker about where to get the better hamburger. We nearly came to blows. Not really, but I did give them my patented WTF face. Like I'm about to let someone from New England tell me what constitutes good food. (They drink this crap called Coffeemilk that looks like that frothy white shit that gathers at the corners of old men's mouths.) It's pretty much a fact that most of the East coast is clueless about good food, with the exception of Carolina region (they make some wonderful bbq). The thin New York style pizza is a joke, and cheese steaks are disgusting. Here in the DC area the food styles are so homogenized that there's no real taste that stands out. (A "half smoke"? It's called a Polish sausage and Chicago has perfected it.)

Is this rant ironic? Yep. Am I perpetuating the us vs. them foodie war? Yep. Do I care? Nope.

A Virtual Snow Day

I spent an entire day playing Animal Crossing. Monday was Festivale in my little virtual town of Pinetree and the goal was to track down and capture differently colored virtual feathers so that the Festivale virtual peacock, Pave, would give me special rare virtual furniture for my virtual house. I was virtually happy when I obtained the entire virtual furniture set.