Saturday, April 07, 2007


DAD: You know, Dwayne Allman died right after this record. He's one I would have liked to see last. At that time, he said something like: "I've finally figured out how to play the guitar." And then he died. If he was still alive...

SCOTT: For me, it's George Gershwin. Just as he was starting to develop a flair for high level classical form, gone. Who knows what he could have done?

And that killed that conversation dead in its tracks!

Incidentally, if anyone needs a good dentist in the Salem County area, I highly recommend Stephen R. Scheule, DDS. My grin has returned to its former glory, thanks to this gentleman.

Man, forgot how good the Sopranos is. Anywho, here's wishing you all the bluest skies.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Works Cited

Merely having an open mind is nothing. The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid. To open the mind so wide as to keep nothing in it or out of it is not a virtue; it is the vice of the feeble-minded.

G.K. Chesterton, Autobiography

Wednesday, April 04, 2007


Alas, one of my favorite teeth has fallen out of my head. Luckily, I happen to know someone in the shoving-teeth-back-into-peoples'-heads business. So, as it stands, I'll have to swing by Jersey on my way up to New York this weekend, where we can fix this whole business--a necessity, because I'm significantly less enjoyable to look at sans left incisor.

UPDATE: Repaired it.

Thanks, Fixodent.
I'm still impressed by a good thunderstorm: the sizzle of lightning, stuttering flashes, and fields of wet laid down.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Works Cited

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

Frost, Reluctance

Monday, April 02, 2007

Global Warming

[7:55:00 PM] Scott says: Here's a phrase I'm surprised I've never heard: "We put the SIN in WisconSIN."

Christ, my back still hurts. I'm going to the health center.

When people IM me, I grab onto them like a bulldog on a piece of rope, and refuse to let them out of the conversation.

Big SCOTUS case today on global warming. Turns out the EPA has to reexamine its treatment of C02 and Massachusetts has standing to sue it. I haven't read the briefs or followed the case, so legally I've no opinion. My interest is piqued, since intelligent people I know are split on the merits.

Policy-wise, though, I suppose this highlights what a poor libertarian I am, since the outcome doesn't bother me. With any luck this signals our movement past the inane debate of whether or not global warming is happening ('tis) to the far more interesting question of what's to be done about it.

[22:44] allikat107: i know the feeling- spring evenings make me very restless, expectant- gotta move out in it

[22:44] allikat107:
ever since college

[22:44] Remy Boncouer:
I know. Feel this urge to get so much done--that usually dissipates by the next morning, but returns the next night. Perhaps we're nocturnal.

[22:46] allikat107: yes! maybe that's it

[22:46] Remy Boncouer:
Do you thirst for blood too? Or is that just me?


[23:02] allikat107: you'll be able to find me living in my car in the cheapest parking lot in the city

[23:02] Remy Boncouer: I know that lot. A lot of neat human organs for sale around there.



ME: Hey! (hereinafter, with a mouth full of pretzels)

PHOCAS: I won my case.

ME: I heard.

PHOCAS: No, I mean my Supreme Court case.

ME: I heard.

PHOCAS: So take that you cold-hearted industry apologist! (walks away)

ME: You're going to ruin the economy, you crazy hippy!

PHOCAS: With pride!

Works Cited

When the black snake
flashed onto the morning road,
and the truck could not swerve--
death, that is how it happens.

Now he lies looped and useless
as an old bicycle tire.
I stop the car
and carry him into the bushes.

He is as cool and gleaming
as a braided whip, he is as beautiful and quiet
as a dead brother.
I leave him under the leaves

and drive on, thinking
about death: its suddenness,
its terrible weight,
its certain coming. Yet under

reason burns a brighter fire, which the bones
have always preferred.
It is the story of endless good fortune.
It says to oblivion: not me!

It is the light at the center of every cell.
It is what sent the snake coiling and flowing forward
happily all spring through the green leaves before
he came to the road.

Mary Oliver, The Black Snake
I suppose a dream of romance and an optimistic suspicion will always be my disease, no matter the rules of the world.

Sunday, April 01, 2007


SCOTT: ... Let's get our Jesus on.


MOM: What do you call a man who's obsessed with sex?

SCOTT: A man.

Tempus Fugit


Ah... haven't seen you in a while... Well, you don't seem like the type who gets worried about things... Just caught you on a Friday afternoon, eh? Strangest thing, I've spoken to three people today who just hate their jobs. Not sure when it came out--what it is about today... You're right, it might be the weather. Things come in bunches. They'll do the work, you know. They'll do it very well, but at the end, they just don't like it...

So here's my advice to you, before you go. It's the type of thing you'll hear again and again, but no one seems to listen. Find something you like, find something you enjoy... I hear people complain at age 30, and they want to find something, they expect to find something. They expect to end up doing something they really love--but they won't take any steps towards it. They just do the same thing over and over and expect somehow, miraculously, something will change. And then they're 40, and there's no time to change again... You're stuck.

At 30 you've got time, and you, you've got even more.

(hours later)

I wonder if the porn industry needs lawyers.

Bet the pay's good.