Maeander Sapere

Monday, March 20, 2006

Happy Sixteen Ian!

It’s the Ianizer’s birthday today and I wanted to say a big “Happy One Six!” I wish I could be there to razz you a little, but hopefully you can get my psychic-mental-razz. I figured that we could go dress shopping when I’m back over the Memorial holiday.

This means that you can legally chauffeur Cody and me on the next hike, Right? Hey – I love you and I hope that a bunch of lovely ladies leave lipstick on your cheek... Cody wanted me to remind you that you’re his little girl...

P.S. I think the pink balloon is rather befitting.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Pie is Life

Pie; I love pie. I think the crust is where a pie truly makes its mark. If the crust is pithy or un-flaky or just tastes non-yummy to begin with, then the filling just doesn’t pull the pie on to the shelf of greatness.

Pie can be linked to a lot of things that most might not even think about and what’s most surprising is that we tend to reference pie in everyday life whereas nobody ever makes reference to ice cream of whipped cream or sauces that you might put on pie because pie is the building block to a world of happiness and I think that you could agree if you understood where I was coming from.

Pie is a circle and the circle is a representation of life and life is the magnificent question in many a mind of inquisitive humans and those minds are stimulated by the promise of everlasting happiness just like Willy Wonka’s Everlasting Gobstopper promised non-stop happy mouth and I think that we all can agree that a happy mouth is a mouth that we would all like to have and since the Everlasting Gobstopper was just a cruel joke that Roald Dahl decided to play on the poor children of the world we need to look at the pie.

If you can accept that the circle represents life and you should because Elton John sang about it in the Lion King and I think he’s actually a Sir or something of that sort and since Sir Francis Bacon was real smart and came up with the quote that “knowledge itself is power” and he was pretty right on then I think that even though it begs the question we can assume that Sir Elton John is correct and then the reverse would be true and you could say that life is a circle and the circle is pie and the pie equals life.

In the pie is usually a nice soft yummy stuff like apples or cherries or rhubarb which of course is poisonous but not the root part only the leaf part and if you make the pie with only the root part it tastes superb especially if you add strawberries and then it’s truly scrump-dilly-icious and I recommend it to anyone unless you don’t like fruit pies and are more into cream pies like the Triple Chocolate Cream Pie or an Amish Peanut Butter Cream Pie or a Butterscotch Cream Pie and then I would probably recommend the Impossible Chocolate Cream Pie because of course anytime you can eat something that is impossible you really have something to brag about don’t you.

Getting back to that part of the pie that we’ll refer to as the inner-pie but you might commonly know as the filling but really fulfills the link that I would like to draw if it is referred to as the inner-pie because when the word inner is attached to anything it gives off that Zen kind of feeling like you’re truly getting in touch with the real you and the core of all that is one with the world and that is what the inner-pie represents because there are like a ga-zillion different combinations of inner-pie that can be made and each of them tastes good to someone and if you think about each of us being a pie then somebody out there has got to like how we taste but I’m not talking about people like Jeff Dahmer because that’s just bad.

There are many ways in which to eat pie and those ways can be directly associated to the type of person you are because if you’re the type to pick at the crust and only eat the middle then you are probably the type of person that doesn’t care about the outside world and only care about yourself whereas if you eat the crusty edge first you might be someone who is afraid to attack things head-on or maybe you just love those pie eating contests because you get to shove your face right into the middle and slobber and not really eat the whole thing and of course no one else is going to get any because why on earth would anybody want to eat your slobber.

Yeah. I was bored.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

New Sites!

Have you ever been watching a prison movie and heard some term that you didn’t know? Did you ever want to know what that term meant? Now you can!

So if for some reason you end up in the house for a bit, for you can tell the 6-5 to tuck his shot out, knick-knack 'tude to his rat; ‘cause you a three snap case kicking it with spud juice and a key and you ain’t no bird! Bitch!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Gum

I like gum. I like gum a lot. I chew it on the way to work; I chew it on the way home. I love to play little chewy games because I probably have some oral fetish that doesn’t need to be spoken of right at this moment. My doctor told me that you should not chew gum for more than ten minutes or so but hell; I’ll chew a single piece for hours and not think twice. All in all; I’m a gum sort of guy.

I’m a guy. I’m a drinkin’ water kind of guy; in fact I drink a lot of water throughout the day which means I visit the wash closet frequently. I don’t really think about it much until I’m in the ponder position and my narrowed focus spies a couple pieces of gum wafting in the afterglow. They’re sort of like little bulls eyes with no pay-off.

I ask myself “Self?” I answer “u-huh”
“Why?” to which I respond “Why what?”
Why the f-sake do people do this?

With that little ‘catch-all’ that keeps anything the size of, gee… GUM, from getting through – What the hell are they thinking? Is it magically going to alter its chewed state and morph into a passable state? No, of course it’s not! So there it sits. Waiting for someone to pluck it out and throw it in the trash where it should have gone in the first place. And who is going to do this? The friggin’ janitor; like he’s jumping for joy because he’s got something to do.

I think everyone aught to serve as janitor for a day and find out what it’s like to have poor pissing posture. Maybe the lot of us guys would take a little more care so that the bathroom would less resemble a shyte fest and more like a respectable place to take the kids to the pool.

And for the gum – put it in the TRASH. Stem.

the music of the week...

The Avalanches/At Last AloneThe Dresden Dolls/The Dresden DollsNordic Lounge, Vol.2

Friday, March 03, 2006

the music of the week...

The Avalanches/At Last AloneThe Dresden Dolls/The Dresden DollsNordic Lounge, Vol.2