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Posts from July 2007

Going back to the well

I’ve been cringing over the past couple days at the glut of reporting done on the manufactured controversy regarding Aquafina’s tap water origins. Apparently there are a lot of folks out there who have been operating under the assumption that all bottled water is spring water, whether or not it’s touted as such.

Maybe I’m just that much more attentive to detail than the average consumer, but I already assumed bottled waters like Dasani and Aquafina were from the same sources as public tap water. In fact, I’ve long been under the impression that any bottled water not specifically labeled as “spring water” flows from public water sources. The operative verbiage on non-spring waters for me has always been “purified.”

Having been reared on actual well water, I’ve always chafed at public source tap water. It’s always tasted a bit off to me. So I’ve long enjoyed various kinds of bottled water, whether purified or from springs. Lately I’ve been more conscientious about the environmental impact of the bottled water I drink (thanks to the prodding of someone I respect), but I’m still not at ease with public tap water.

I am working on it, but decent tasting water can be a hard habit to break.


impertinence

agendas aside
the plans life had made for him
refused to conform.


While I was away

I’ve been neglecting this site as of late. I’ve even been a bit spotty with the haiku habit. But here’s something I would have mentioned here if I had been attending to the internets over the past couple days: Marisa got a little more pub for her Reading Terminal project in the form of a brief feature on Wednesday’s 11 o’clock news. Pretty cool.


Friday random ten
(your voice on everyone’s lips)

“You think you’re so smart, but I’ve seen you naked,
and I’ll probably see you naked again.”

    Ventriloquist Waltz – John Francis
    Crowing – Toad the Wet Sprocket
    Hackensack – Fountains of Wayne
    Blame It on Me – Barenaked Ladies
    Streets of Philadelphia – Marah
    Mind’s Made up – The Frames
    Iris – Goo Goo Dolls
    One – U2
    Decatur – Sufjan Stevens
    Daylight – Better than Ezra

Sisters, brothers:
Ben, Cziltang, Jessica, Rachel


respite passing

run away from us,
oh brief, temperate weather;
oppression returns.


topical shift

unfinished games of
musical conversations
leave us incomplete.


static cling

misbegotten hopes,
dispelled by reality,
clung to fervently.


old-fashioned

fortuitously,
he leaned in to kiss the girl
‘fore her patience thinned.


Friday random ten
(wake up dreaming)

“People sure buy a lot of what doesn’t make ‘em happy”

    Follow you Down – Gin Blossoms
    Lord Randall – Prodigals
    Radiation Vibe – Fountains of Wayne
    I’ll Be Doggone – Marvin Gaye
    Where Were You – Jonatha Brooke
    High…and Lonesome – Bill Mallonee
    Bad Bone – The Frames
    Send a Picture of Mother – Johnny Cash
    Fair – Remy Zero
    Life Is Beautiful – Ryan Adams
    Spark – Over the Rhine

Are they gonna find us lying face down in the sand?
Ben, Cziltang, Fred, Jessica, Lauren


landslides

in this convergence,
I have found myself losing
the moral high ground.


fruition

secretive wishes
can only remain obscured
until they come true.


dog ears

in the creased corners
of the book’s pages is proof
that they have been loved.


Life made monkeys of us all

“How can you forget this feeling
of standing straight while the world is reeling?”

- Better than Ezra

When I was a young man, I worked in a restaurant. Among my co-workers I had a reputation of being able to remain collected and calm in the face of the most difficult customers and situations. I only became aware of this reputation after the first time a few of my co-workers witnessed me being, shall we say, slightly less than graceful.

One of my colleagues approached me on a lunch break and told me how shocked everyone was by my lack of composure. Given that I hadn’t really lost my cool in a way comparable to the spectacles put on by other employees, I wondered aloud why she found it so shocking. [Read more →]


abstract regrets

I have no reasons,
at least none ready for words,
just apologies.


-credit/+blame

my contribution
was overestimated,
but never my guilt.


They just keep coming back

I was at work the other day, talking to a co-worker, when the subject shifted to the fairer sex. He had much more to say about it than I did. He elaborated on what he liked about females and his (apparently) vast experience with them. The real gem of his monologue was this:

“I just keep treating [women] like [dirt], and they just keep coming back. I can’t explain it; that’s just how it works.”

[Read more →]


beams and splinters

arrogance passes,
and we move one step closer
to finding wisdom.


filling in

to be a hero
or maybe just another
sacrificial lamb.


collateral damage

unintentional
travesties are commonplace,
but regrets remain.


crabs of convenience

if memory serves,
the 11th was the date
of Frank’s arrival.


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