Archive for May, 2007

Small Things

Thursday, May 31st, 2007

Well, just one small thing really. A mouse. I saw it yesterday, here at mom’s house in Lindenhurst, and after hours of night and early morning vigilance, I caught it via the power of tupperware. I’m glad it’s not running free around the house anymore.

But oh man, it was cute. Seriously. Like, I-wanted-to-keep-it-and-pet-it-and-love-it-forever cute. I ended up letting it go, though. In the end, I figured it probably would not be so happy with me.

I did manage to get it to climb on my hand before I set it free, however. And I took pictures! Maybe the good folks at the Bakery would be so kind as to help me get them up here, or something…

By the way, sorry I took a longer trip than expected out here. And thanks for looking after my plant! Hope he’s doing alright…

PS: I suppose I might as well say it now - “Ranger Man’s Agenda” is an anagram of “Green and Anagrams”.  Also, that post was written in in Champaign, then edited and posted in Lindenhurst.  In case there was any confusion

Edit: Pictures~

Indoor 1

Indoor 2

Indoor 3

Outdoor 1

Ranger Man’s Agenda

Sunday, May 13th, 2007

So dad came over yesterday, and we all ended up going for a walk in the woods that we live oh-so-close to at the Bakery. There was so much green. I mean, I’ve seen pictures of such wonderfully verdant displays, but the leaves! And the grass! And the plants! All so green! And with no mosquitoes to speak of…it was heavenly.

Also, I have recently been fascinated with anagrams. Allow me to share a few with you:

Khalil Moutrie = Haiku: more lilt
Super Mario = Rare Opiums
Final Fantasy Tactics = Nifty satanical facts (well, it fits the story anyway…)

It’s just so crazy, the kinds of connections you can make with language. Makes me think that maybe older civilizations were right to regard anagrams as a source of wisdom.

Of course, there’s some less savory connections that can be made, and some are downright…strange. Like:

Khalil Moutrie = Uteri milk halo

I mean, I have kinda felt like I’ve grown up with a lot of female influence, but…

Well, anyway, here’s one last one to occupy your thoughts:

Achieve your dreams = Arcade hero, ivy muse.

P.S: The title is an anagram. Try running it through the thingy here. Or just pester mom.

Insecticide - by LT

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

A fly
Landed here. Right here on my finger
Near the nail. It must have been too exhausted
From trying to get outside to notice that the rest
Area it had chosen was MY INDEX DIGIT. What else would cause
It to do something so abysmally stupid

As to disturb my nap? Last I checked, that was a pretty stupid
Thing to do, even for a fly
Too tired to think straight. And yet, that initial contact didn’t cause
Immediate revulsion. My brain told me it was an angel’s finger
Brushing mine, a feather coming to rest
On the auditorium seat next to me, exhausted

From the Wednesday as well, exhausted
From its attic imprisonment, from its stale, stupid
Dust-mote acquaintances, fallen from the rest
Of high society. It would fly
No more, nor would it lift a finger
Against a cause

Of cancer, nor for a cause
Determined to relieve exhausted
Single parents from the peanut-butter-and-jelly finger
Of their firstborn. It can no longer see past the veil of stupid
Tragedy, the haze of misunderstandings meant to fly
In the face of you and I and Brad Pitt and Jane Goodman and all the rest

Of mankind – we need a rest
To remember the cause
Of things, to fly
Beyond this exhausted
Earth, to be stupid
And recall the feel of a finger

Pointed at our shirt, where the print of your finger
Planted a whorl of chocolate sauce to rest
As you made that stupid
Face, like you were the cause
For the existence of every exhausted
Joke and gesture ever to fly

From lips. It’s stupid, but I can still feel a stain on my finger
From where that infernal fly paused for a split-second’s rest
A minute ago. ‘Cause of that, I need to wash my hands…but after class; I’m exhausted.