Tuesday, June 20, 2006
premise #2
To further explain the previous post...(the long..er...version)
I just moved to Columbus. The Columbus in Ohio, not to be mistaken by the one in Montana. Or Kentucky. Or Mississippi. Yea, you probably thought there was only one. Actually, probably not because the big Chris C. was kinda sorta a really frickin big part of american history or at least according to my 5th grade history text book. zinn and a crapload of other scholars can debate and I will leave the academic babble up to them because that is not the point of this blog and oh sweet jesus i am digressing get back on track now and ok erm...
ahem...
i moved to columbus. grew up in t-town, just moved from the 'nati to c-bus. What's up with living in cities with really shitty nicknames?
so I'm here for the summer. overall my days consist of a series of robotic, mindless motions that get me from one place to another. Periodically I stop in between motions. Occasionally I sit. Or talk. To people, myself, a rose bush. I urinate. Quite frequently, in fact (due to large consumption of water, not a system malfunction or disease. and even if it was, I wouldn't tell ya). Food enters my body a few times daily. Sometimes I assist in this process, other times little sustenance gnomes cheer me on.
it sounds like I lead the life of a business man in his 40s with 3 children, a dog with alzheimers and a wife who claims Oprah is her psychiatrist.
But the difference between me and that man, is he has a mustache. oh how I envy....
AND!
Within the first few days of my time in Columbus, I have managed to do some strange things.
And I started writing them down.
i shall share...
(it is now day 5... day 2 and 3 were written on stickynotes with no stick (notes?). the next post will therefore be day 2, then day 3 followed by the present day. Simple concept for simple minded people. doubleparentheses not you end doubleparentheses)
I just moved to Columbus. The Columbus in Ohio, not to be mistaken by the one in Montana. Or Kentucky. Or Mississippi. Yea, you probably thought there was only one. Actually, probably not because the big Chris C. was kinda sorta a really frickin big part of american history or at least according to my 5th grade history text book. zinn and a crapload of other scholars can debate and I will leave the academic babble up to them because that is not the point of this blog and oh sweet jesus i am digressing get back on track now and ok erm...
ahem...
i moved to columbus. grew up in t-town, just moved from the 'nati to c-bus. What's up with living in cities with really shitty nicknames?
so I'm here for the summer. overall my days consist of a series of robotic, mindless motions that get me from one place to another. Periodically I stop in between motions. Occasionally I sit. Or talk. To people, myself, a rose bush. I urinate. Quite frequently, in fact (due to large consumption of water, not a system malfunction or disease. and even if it was, I wouldn't tell ya). Food enters my body a few times daily. Sometimes I assist in this process, other times little sustenance gnomes cheer me on.
it sounds like I lead the life of a business man in his 40s with 3 children, a dog with alzheimers and a wife who claims Oprah is her psychiatrist.
But the difference between me and that man, is he has a mustache. oh how I envy....
AND!
Within the first few days of my time in Columbus, I have managed to do some strange things.
And I started writing them down.
i shall share...
(it is now day 5... day 2 and 3 were written on stickynotes with no stick (notes?). the next post will therefore be day 2, then day 3 followed by the present day. Simple concept for simple minded people. doubleparentheses not you end doubleparentheses)
# posted by Kim : 23:45
