Thursday, February 23, 2012

Chinese Food

“Then he explains Chinese food in Manhattan to me: 'See the way it works is, there's one central location out on Long Island where all this stuff is made. Then it's piped into the city through a series of underground pipes that run parallel to the train and subway tracks. The restaurants then just pull a lever. One lever for General Tso's chicken, another for beef with broccoli sauce. It's like beer; it's on tap.' It's amazing how convincing he is when he says this. There's no pause in his description, nowhere for him to stop and think, to make this up as he goes along. It's as though he's simply repeating something he read in the Times yesterday. This makes me love him more than I did just five minutes ago.”
Agusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking: True Stories

Friday, February 17, 2012

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Sometimes...

I feel like a boat
floating aimlessly out on the ocean.
It's a starless night
and I don't know
which way
is north.
So, I wait;
for something to come along
and give me a direction.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Gray

I am not black or white.
I am content to be gray.
I revel in wordless conversations.
I am restless.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Owl

I remember the first time I heard an owl outside my window it scared the shit out of me. I was only about thirteen or fourteen years old and I had never heard an owl before, so I thought it was a person or a big scary animal. Now, laying in my bed trying to sleep, I find the birds 'hoo-hoo-hoo'ing cute and comforting.