This is what happens when Emily is bored:


The Colloquial dreamboat
I’ve been reading Hemingway now for a while. I’m onto one of the Nick Adams stories; the one where the Indian husband cuts his throat open. Hemingway has a way of making his characters seem so one dimensional but also three dimensional at the same time. How he did that, I guess through experience. Experience makes the literal world go round so the Fates tell me. They tell me to tell the story of my life.
“But…my life is a Hemingway story…a one dimensional cubicle in an endless 9-5 job you hate. It’s claptrap; it’s a movie with an edge that no one gets. It’s a dark comedy that’s not funny.”
Destiny is one thing I don’t believe in. I’m not destined for great things if I explain my life to a screen. It’s not the way life works. Maybe for the lucky ones, but certainly not for me and certainly not ever.
So Hemingway, with your Biblical type story telling, I guess I should emulate your parables. After all, your life was war and big game shooting. And my life is of the Unknown Soldier.
It’s the simple “Johnny goes to Stockholm” kind of story. We find a man we hate and fall in love with him.
Johnny goes to Stockholm
Waste your cares away in Stockholm!
Revenge, murder, and decadence…we see it here in Stockholm!
You!
American boy!
Don’t be shy…step up to bat here in blissful Stockholm!
We are Stockholm!
I have a feeling you’ll be staying here for a long time.
Johnny gets revenge
American boy in big city seeks fortune.
But not in Stockholm…the city of dreams
But in America…the militaristic ballistic land of opportunity
Shoulder a rifle American boy
And destroy Stockholm!
One shot through the head is the American cure,
It’s what we Americans do best.
And you American boy…
You’re the best of the best

This weekend was amazing...

The weekend was complete when I turned on the TV and Rookie of the Year AND Angels in the Outfield were on at the SAME TIME! Talk about your ultimate good luck!
But the real treat was seeing Jon Stewart at the Beacon Theater last night. He actually made fun of my town.
Here was the joke:
"White kids always try to pretend they're black. 'What up? This shit is dope man!' And they have no environmental background to talk like this! I mean, come on! You're from Darien! Talking like that is about as natural as talking like a pirate. 'Hey how was the party last night?' "Arrrrrrr!'" - Jon Stewart
I feel so proud to part of my town.
I just finished my 2nd collage on American life. It's called "Life Goes On" after the ending statement of a Time magazine i was dismantling. It's just a lot of pictures of Dubya being an ass and a lot of pictures of the evil military forces. Im thinking of taking a few pictures of it and putting it on my website...it's pretty cool.
Well, i have to paper to write...and a lasagna to bake...and a house to clean...and a life to organize!