Things I saw today:

Bearded man in full Harley regalia, on matching Harley bike with sidecar. Hanging out of sidecar: golden retriever with bandanna, ears flapping. Both grinning.
Man my dad's age, two young children, grandfather, all standing beside a headstone in the small cemetary on Rouse, all holding big Happy Birthday balloons.
Trio of girls on stage, all shorthaired, singing/playing/drumming, having amp difficulties; in a little tiny cozy bar in a big sprawling un-cozy city.
Three deer in the dark in a small stand of trees bounded on all sides by shopping centers, roads, city. We sat and watched with the car off until they walked away, tired of watching us back.

It's been a good day.

http://plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=194

Charles Bukowski is forever taking baths.

I've been angry at my parents for many, many things... but television restrictions? Hardly an issue in my house, as we didn't really watch TV. Maybe that's what's been wrong all this time. Revelation!

"Setting strict TV rules about what children can and cannot watch at home may actually encourage them to watch the forbidden programs elsewhere, according to new research. And experts say this type of approach may also wind up damaging parents' relationships with their children.
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Researchers found making negative statements about objectionable programming was often perceived as lecturing by older children, and this type of parental mediation is best reserved for younger children.
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They say more study is needed to figure out how parents can limit their child's exposure to harmful media content without compromising the quality of their relationship with their children."

More on this very soon.

Used to the cold and happy in sweaters, I'd stepped off-balance at the shock of a few warm degrees; now it's climbing slower and I dream of summer. It's always summer in Connecticut, though, or more rarely on Cape Cod - but those are the good days. Stick with Enfield, biking to summer school with Christine Reynolds, paying a quarter to hang out at the public pool with Misty and Michelle, stealing cigarettes from my mother in my jewelry box and rationing them out at home, up in the loft of the crumbling garage/barn. Warm and sticky but not hot, cold dew feet, kiddie pool for showing off the bikini with no breasts to hold it up, red with white polka dots. Joints and Lithium in the mud and concrete, watching tires float by on the river. Finding ferns and violets in the shade of a maple tree on the map before our house or our barn or even the town, rustling. I remembered what 'loam' was but forgot to say so in the form of a question. Small classroom open windows to the sledding hill covered in summer dandelion fluff and asphalt debris.

Memory but not missing.

I should never have forgotten Jesse for so long. She makes me believe on odd mornings.

The eternal cop-out cry: "I'm working on it!" Working on a response to the abortion thread. Restraint restraint restraint, must not ask how Aaron plans to have fathers "keep the baby" (in a box?) nor how to work the concepts of life and right and property around biology and philosophy and being. Perhaps I should stick to snarky comments and not try to put out a manifesto of belief in one post. Typical to try to answer all world's questions and in the process answer none, nevermind even posting or finishing or turning in a paper. Working also / concurrently / in my head / semi-related - bandwidth ownership and right of use and how airwave arguments apply, more of property indivisible from vocabulary. Reading U. LeGuin's Dispossessed actually helping, for heaven's sake. Linguistics ahoy.

Emails forthwith.

One-liners surely to follow.

Time in little bottles.

I'm famous; it's Sordid and Strange now. Mundanity sporadic. Thanks for the link.