(written 16 October 2009)
Jesus:
I saw a guy who was dressed as Jesus. Full on kaftan, sandals, nice auburn pussy-beard, and soft wavey hair down to his shoulders. This was down around the university, so I’m guessing the guy is a student, and now I’m not really one to talk about dressing badly when you’re 22, but jesus. Then I thought wait – just hold on one goldarn minute here bub: Maybe this guy is a drama student and he’s playing Jesus in JCS or something – but then I saw he was carrying a bag, so that was that idea… because as every drama student knows: you don’t need a bag to express yourself. Maybe he wants to become like a popular guy around campus – but 1st year marketing would have taught him that you can’t piggy-back on a bigger brand: “Hey there goes… um what’s his name? The Jesus guy.” You can never go wrong wasting your time studying marketing kids.
Music / Kids:
Moldy Peaches: “We’re not those kids / Sitting on the Couch”
Kids, sitting on the couch in the lounge, listening to the iPod playing Moldy Peaches: “Yes we are!”
Being a parent can fuck up your morning like nothing else. Not complaining – just saying. The list of potential stumbling blocks to a smooth, calm, stress free first 30 minutes of wakefulness is encyclopedic.
Here is a poem about my wonder-boy William who I love very very very much and is the joy of my heart:
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Bits of pairs of shoes
Solitary socks
2 of the original 5 buttons
One at the top, and one at the bottom
Plink-plonk hair and too many teeth
Gigantic locks of knees sort-of halfway down
loose like potatoes
A fist-full grin and avant-garde jokes
And filthy clever fingers
For concentrating with
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Can I get a tuba sandwich. No, no bubble-wrap thanks,
Tom
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