haiku of the moment
chased by gallons of ice tea
now it's time to play
a return to greatness
the crab apple tree at my house
displays itself in the front yard.
it is not a multi-armed giant,
lurking in an immense jungle
waiting to seize any object that moves.
nor is it a pillar
with intricate extensions
which hold back the clouds,
so they don't fall on our heads.
it's not a magical tree
that grows many flavored
chewy gumdrops from its limbs,
or mild mints for leaves.
however, the thought
that it might be
is what makes the tree
bloom every year.
-- an answer by a six year-old american boy when asked, "what is man's
-- internet ad for priceline
awhile back i went through this deal where people would ask me a
question, i'd answer, then they'd ask the same question *again.*
sometimes there was, say, a five minute delay. but the question would
come back around.
now i'm going through a phase of people not answering my questions. so
i'll say something like, "do you want to have burritos for lunch?" and
i'll get three minutes on the history of bean farming in russia, and
then a pause. like i'm supposed to be satisfied.
you know you're in trouble when communication on the internet makes more
sense than in the world.