Friday, June 24, 2005

Poem from Susan's letter

Rowe lake
Originally uploaded by mchughtie.
Part of me waked, is waking.
Think of it, in the light of day:
action, pie, adventure.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

I know this girl, I saw her

Originally uploaded by mchughtie.
Your friend loves you, she just wore awkward shoes today. She can't sit still anymore because life is too present, too available (too good). She knows that her only regret in life is playing it cool, not letting her waxing affection for the world reveal itself until it was too late to be taken seriously. She won't mind being called a fool if it means she can cash in her cynic points for some real human interaction. You've activated her damned chacras, and now she's ablaze, unable to put the Peace in Peace Corps. She's just core I guess, no more peripherals.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Put me in control of the board

Originally uploaded by mchughtie.

"Nightclubs for 800, Alex."
"This is the best tactic for ensuring a conquest."
"What is conformity?"
"That's right, for 800, Colleen. That puts you in the lead."
"I'll try impulse control for 1,000 "
"It is important to remember this when caught in a nowhere argument with some guy who is the definative expert on television even though he never watches it and who posesses an intense need to prove in between condescending quips that he's read the New York Times."
"What is not maiming people?"

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Things that make you go "Yum!"

Originally uploaded by mchughtie.
What I feel when I drive by "The Creamee Dog" soft-serve stand (yes, it's served soft, my friends) is panic. It's the identical feeling I had when a woman I know lifted up her pant leg, proudly showing me her still-scabby misspelled tattoo. I can't even enjoy making fun of it, because it's just too damned sad.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Why laughing aches

Originally uploaded by mchughtie.
How funny to be leaving this life for a while. Making sense of my motives is nothing but a hilarious dance with words, ungainly and futile. For example the words, "I want to understand another culture" ring goofily to me when I've never made sense of the culture I belong to, or at least never belonged to a culture that made sense. And the idea of loving, loving my life right now, as is, what of that? That's funniest of all I think, choosing to walk away from the best moments of my life so far.

Friday, June 03, 2005

I hope this is vandalism

Originally uploaded by mchughtie.
Well it seems that today we must find out what happens when we've surpassed our goals. Perhaps we should aim lower, no? Ever lower, until we find ourselves gloriously back to zero. It might be another way to become enlightened.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

I won the World Series and all I got was this skewer stand

originally uploaded by mchughtie.
It's amazing the power of sports, especially when possessed by the beauty of the underdog. It resonates with all our ideas of justice and order. We can collectively stick it to the man by embracing the merely ridiculously rich rather than those clean-coifed winning machines with their private jets. Suddenly we find ourselves trading in those baby birkenstocks we bought our children for a nice, new "Yankee Hater" hat they can wear to school. We can send mass emails out of the latest round of Yankee fan jokes. (How Yankee-esque of us, really.) Vicariously losing felt noble, but winning? Euphoric. And I loved it too, I really did.
But what of that charm in hoping? Can we get that back?