In our front yard, there is a veritable flower stew, at the moment. [Flower goulash? Flower casserole?] Three different bushes have grown together [I think?] and three different colors of flowers are budding from their branches.
Once the flowers go away, the bushes will lapse back into the nuclear-level ugliness that is their lot for 11.5 months out of the year. For now, when you walk down our block and look upon them in the bright-hot middle of a summer’s day, the bushes are idiotically, extravagantly, recklessly beautiful. They are spending it all. They are filling their Ferrari with a million dollars and pushing it off a cliff into the ocean.
I am just saying.
This summer has passed soooo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o quickly, I think! Says me. I do not know why.
At the moment, I’ve been off work for over a week, and won’t return until next Monday.
PROS, NOT WORKING:
1. Not working
2. Can indulge penchant for night-owlishness
3. Seems time enough for everything
CONS, NOT WORKING
1. Loosened grip on the ropes of life is disorienting
2. Sometimes lots of time to think about Things is not so good
3. Desire level to win lottery, spend life eating candy bars unreasonably high
Speaking of candy bars–I bought a candy bar at Trader Joe’s last Friday? The packaging said that it was 73% cacao super dark chocolate, and normally your average dark chocolate Hershey bar has like -23% cacao, which renders its taste less “cacao” and more “half-eaten jelly doughnut”. When I clapped eyes on the candy bar–for the record, I was there to buy vegetables!–I thought: “This is the sort of chocolate I should be eating always! No chocolate is EVER dark enough for me! Also I fight bears!”–sort of a chocolate-machismo thing.
Well, lemme tell you: It was a real struggle, eating this candy bar.
“BLAR,” said my taste buds, when I took a bite. “Do let’s mash this up in a bowl of sugar.”
Further research revealed that Japan has an incredibly detailed chocolate classification system. Buh? The American FDA specifies four types of chocolate–milk, sweet, semisweet, and white–and Japan has at least twelve, by my count. Japan: Apparently BANANAS for chocolate classification!
One of the classifications is something called “quasi chocolate”.
You know what’s terrible? White chocolate. That is some terrible stuff, white chocolate.
I also learned this weekend that I apparently stand in direct opposition to both God and man, due to my extreme distaste for graham crackers. Why did people start eating graham crackers, ever? Unless the graham crackers have been ground into some sort of “dessert crust”, thusly neutralizing the flavor of the graham crackers in their unaltered state, THERE’S THE DOOR.
Well, now you know how I feel about it!
Hey, Pitchfork ended up being pretty nice!
Look what a nice time we are having!
It was very HOT, however. See how my hair is stuck to my forehead like whoa?
You can’t have everything in this life.
When I hurt you and cast you off, that was buccaneer work:
the sky must have turned on the Bay that day and spat.
We’d tarried on corners, we’d dallied on sofas, we were
in progress, do you see? Yet stormcloud bruises bloomed
where once we touched. The walls swam under minty fever;
we failed to reach the long, low sleep of conquerors.
Since I played wrong and you did too, since we were wrong,
we need apologies; for your part in this sorry slip of hearts,
you should walk on Golden Hill at night alone; for mine
I will hang with my enemies, out on the long shore,
our brigand bodies impaled on the horns of our failures,
the cold day casting draughts through our brinkled bones.