howdy.
here’s something else.
this mayday m’ little sister kimmy will be shaving all the hairs off her head in order to raise money for cancer research.
if you would like to donate some moneys or just look at her prebald head, you can do so by clicking here:: http://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/kimmywalters
a man’s first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own heart, his next to escape the censures of the world. –joseph addison
are you trying to figure out what you should do with your friday evening?
i’ve found that better things happen when i don’t try so hard. DO stop thinking about tomorrow.
yes just like that. and look what happened:
a few great people will be showing some of their creations at the LemonDrop in Springfield from 7-11pm tomorrow.
also i’ll be there pouring Peaceful Bend wine.
come play.
THE CERTAINTY OF NUMBERS
–bruce snider
It’s not the numbers you dislike—
the 3s or 5s or 7s—but the way
the answers leave no room for you,
the way 4 plus 2 is always 6
never 9 or 10 or Florida,
the way 3 divided by 1
is never an essay about spelunking
or poached salmon, which is why
you never seemed to get the answer right
when the Algebra teacher asked,
If a man floating down a river in a canoe
has traveled three miles of a twelve mile canyon
in five minutes, how long will it take him
to complete the race? Which of course depends
on if the wind resistance is 13 miles an hour
and he’s traveling upstream
against a 2 mile an hour current
and his arms are tired and he’s thinking
about the first time he ever saw Florida,
which was in seventh grade
right after his parents’ divorce
and he felt overshadowed
by the palm trees, neon sun visors,
and cheap postcards swimming
with alligators. Nothing is ever simple,
except for the way the 3 looks like two shells
washed up on last night’s shore,
but then sometimes it looks like a bird
gently crushed on its side.
And the 1—once so certain
you could lean up against it
like a gray fence post—has grown weary,
fascinated by the perpetual
itch of its own body.
Even the Algebra teacher
waving his formulas like baseball bats,
pauses occasionally when he tells you
that a 9 and a 2 are traveling in a canoe
on a river in a canyon. How long
will it take them to complete their journey?
That is if they don’t lose their oars
and panic and strike the rocks,
shattering the canoe. Nothing is ever certain.
We had no plan, the numbers would tell us,
at the moment of our deaths.
i dropped my little sister on her head and she passed out for a little bit.
now she makes beautiful things::
—kimmy walters. :: http://staticbug.deviantart.com/gallery/
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