Poll: Bullshit Is Most Important Issue For 2008 Voters
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Writing is one of those things that I need to take in my hands and play with for a while until I am satisfied (I am only speaking here of personal writings, not necessarily essays for school or work and the like). It’s one of those things that if the word is out of place or just plain wrong, it is unacceptable. When it comes to drawing I am able to cut loose and be messy and be incorrect; quite flexible. So why such perfectionism for writing? (Which is pretty funny considering how many typos and bad grammar creep up anyway.)
Words only have as much power as the people behind them.
I want to write a novel and I want to write poems more often. I can imagine scenes in vivid technicolor through time and space, conjure up characters and situations all in specific instances. It’s just hard to string them all together coherently enough to create something that someone else might be able to read and understand.
Here’s a poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago.
touch and go
touch… go…
a glance, a word
go, come back
scrape
skim to peruse to explore
instantaneous pause of local thought
enlightened by solitary connection
multifarious ruminations through the skin
liberate and go
just sleight of mind
we ricochet
Someone told me that they like it better when I don’t rhyme. It’s funny because I agree. But damnit I want to rhyme.
Mood : 
contemplative
contemplativeGrowing up in the city spoils a person through mass transit and the fact that most anything a person could need is within walking distance. Now that I’ve uprooted myself to some sort of suburbia, the American way of the motor vehicle is the only way to travel. It’s pretty funny to feel trapped in such open space.
At the moment I’d say my 98 Subaru Forester makes the cutest screeching noises, likes to grumble here and there like bad gas, does mind tricks on me with its dials, and likes to pretend to have meltdowns. Frankly, the mood swings are getting to me even as I try to be so damn nice to it and I’m a little scared to drive it farther than 2hrs anywhere. I wasn’t supposed to have this car, but I had the luck of getting my 92 Plymouth Acclaim taken away from me (where ever you are baby I miss you!).
So I need a new set of wheels because I can’t have this feeling of being trapped anymore. If the world were a perfect place I’d be driving around in my dream car, the 1955 Chevy Bel Air Convertible in that beautiful aqua color finish with white walled tires and matching interior (sigh!). The next best thing would’ve been if Chevy came out with that 2002 Bel Air concept (goodness how I fawned over that one). Damn, any Bel Air would do.
After dreaming a bit, I get just slightly realistic and think about the Delorean. Now I must admit that part of the charm of having that vehicle is the fact that it was the car from Back to the Future and that I would be nerdy enough to install a flux capacitor for shits’n'giggles. I don’t like two door cars, but for one of these I would make an exception. How cool is it to step out of a frickn’ Delorean? I don’t care, I’d be cool to myself.
Now to reality. I want an Audi and I will get one. The problem is deciding on one and finding one within my budget. Sure the ones coming out in 2008 are splendid but I don’t want any of those. I really do like the form factor of the Subaru and I considered the Audi Allroad Quattro but not in my budget. What I’m really hoping for is a Cabriolet. On looks alone, I would take one from any year since I find them all so cute. So many of their other models I love but I find it a bit confusing on the naming scheme since they differ for American and European markets.
