And the worst part? The gnawing suspicion that I don’t want a career at all. I just want to hang out with Joe and build cool things.
Creative
Translation and Dairy
(picture reproduced from dalena) Poems are like butter; you have to leave them out on the counter for a while before they’re soft enough to scoop. Or I guess you could microwave them? So I attempted to translate a poem by Joseph Brodsky today. I love the joy and frustration that comes with moving communication […]
Black holes.
A haiku inspired by Kobayashi Issa
What do ducks think of While swimming around the lake? I really don’t care. P.S. we found a part of Alexandria that looks kind of like Skyrim. This is Dyke Marsh, yo.
Merry Christmas (Joe don’t look at this until the 25th!)
This year I’m spending Christmas welcoming my aunt to Canada (woo woo more immigrants in the family!), and will not be able to say “Merry Christmassss yooooo!” to Joe in person. That does not, however, mean that I can’t wish him a great holiday in style. So, here goes. Joe, Merry Christmas. I made you […]
Grumpy love
True love is there through the happy and the grumpy, and finds meaning in them both.
Video video game games
Борзость–гость Души моей неверной. Вот я опять, с улыбкой нежной, Держу в руках чужую трость.
Miami Haiku
Traffic and downpours Eating Cuban sandwiches Ass ass ass ass ass.