Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Girl’s Dude night will include:
Maybe a cigar (a cheap one)
A charged cell phone (just in case)
Walls (maybe punch able ones)
Gay music (to secretly love, main purpose: to make fun of in order to prove manliness to self and others.)
Broads (mute ones)
Competition of some sort
Supped up four-wheel drive (preferably a Ford Taurus, windows down)
Pissing standing up
Main goal of the evening: prove heterosexuality.
Conversation With Man
Man meets Woman, Woman meets Man. Hands shake, distance is made, two arms length distance. They exchange names and basic information; profession, place of origin, ect. Small talk then takes place, each relating to something the other said. “I am from St. Paul.” “Oh, then do you know where Appleton is?” Even if the answer is no, the conversation goes on as if it was common knowledge. Nods are exchanged. From there, real interest in the other person may take place. “So you farm?” says Woman, encouraging him to go on. More nods exchanged. Innocent talk is made of the light subject. Conversation about said topic slowly fades. This is the point that the conversation either is taken to a deeper level or is ended with polite, “it was nice to meet you”s. If Man and Woman are lucky enough to engage in the rare act of face to face communication, the conversation develops in to a more intellectual exchange of words. The two get more and more comfortable, and polite terms and gestures are disregarded. Woman thinks Man is very interesting. Man thinks Woman is very interesting and kinda hot. The two move closer together, they are now an arms length from one another. The topic is highly intriguing. “Oh really?” Nods exchanged. This is the point where the man usually gets the wrong idea. The topic changes from the economy to his new cell phone. Woman then realizes this wrong turn. Woman steps back. Man steps forward. As Man reaches for phone Woman knows what to expect. “Can I get your number before you go Margret?” “Its Madeline.” As she proceeds to enter a false number in his device. The conversation is now over. Hands shake. Parting phrases such as, “good-bye” and “see you soon” are said. Man’s final thoughts: “She was totally into me. Success.” Woman’s final thoughts: “He was totally into me. Fail.”
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Style is the answer to everything.
Fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous day.
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without style.
To do a dangerous thing with style, is what I call art.
Bullfighting can be an art.
Boxing can be an art.
Loving can be an art.
Opening a can of sardines can be an art.
Not many have style.
Not many can keep style.
I have seen dogs with more style than men.
Although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun, that was style.
For sometimes people give you style.
Joan of Arc had style.
John the Baptist.
I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is a difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you, walking
out of the bathroom without seeing me.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
This is something I do.