Risk

When I walked in the door last night everyone was playing Risk. Marines always played Risk on the ship. I think that's a paradox or something. Either way Risk is very boring. They could make the game more exciting with metal figures, or sharper game pieces.

Spanish Steps

strong wind combs dead leaves from trees
and onto the Spanish Steps
a girl remembers poetry from childhood
another girl says her favorite poets name
sitting looking down the steps
down the street into town
I write and kick leaves
beep
a car brings me back
the next gust sends a chill up my back
leaves blow down the Spanish Steps
and I write
and brush a leaf from my notebook

Kicked in the Head

Me and my friend Rafal saw this guy being jumped. Went to see if he was okay, and we got jumped. Rafal got punched in the eye by a couple guys. He said three guys jumped me. I don't really remember, I was knocked out from behind. They did kick me in the head. But luckily the scans show that all of the trauma was under the surface and not deep enough to do more than be painful and scuffed. My friend Rafal has a black eye. He might have to get surgery on his cheekbone. I don't have my camera. The last thing I remember doing was setting it down along a fence before I was approached from the front.

Fine Art Photo Opening/Closing

It was good. Better. Than ever.

D'Steel(e) Meeting Minutes

We have sat here before
At this table at Cafe Mozart
This is the place the beer comes in liters
This is the place where Silvia plays her accordian
This is where everyone can get their fill of pils
Where few are on time
Few are sober
All are German
. . .
The D'Steele Society of Poetics will give a reading at Transformer Gallery on P St NW November 29.

Jenn & Jeremy

By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am (Romeo and Juliet)


I'm pretty sure their relationship is nothing like Romeo & Juliet's, basically because they're both still alive.
But I took this picture and I wrote this quote down in my notebook today.

Apes w/ Slits & Killer Robots

"Oh My!"

McDonald's Hangover

Walking to the cold intersection
on my way to work in the afternoon
I contemplate taking
the hefty, dirty
pain pill in my pocket
to overcome the
vortex of pressure
that is in my eye
And I'm thinking
I wasn't drinking
nearly enough to
deserve this
God! I remember
McDonald's did this!

Post-Meat Market Gallery

elevator dancing drinking group

Weather Changing

The weather has got colder since yesterday. Cold weather = poor cell phone reception, poor outdoor coffee drinking, poor crossword skills. (However, because it has been cold outside I stayed in and googled my name and found out the Express had me in their blog section about a month ago. I also found what seems to be a legitimate Vietnamese News Site using one of my images without permission. [Hmm, I have been getting some emails in Vietnamese lately.])

Found on Lamont Street

I found a Nestles Crunch
Kevin found a Twisler
We ate them off Lamont Street

No time to hesitate
The dirt we didn't contemplate

The only thing we did was eat
A couple misplaced candies

Approaching the next intersection
(that might have been 18th Street)
I found another sweet confection
(it didn't look too dirty)
I sent it in the right direction
(it rolled cause it was round)
I put it in my gut collection
A fruit picked from the ground