* A dusty and uncorked 1999 bottle of Chateau Latif and, to my surprise, in excellent drinking condition.
* "A curious mind to the point of self-destruction. That makes the great artist." - Uncle P & Tipsy
Friday, January 23, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
When I Consider How My Light Is Spent
So the story goes like this. MM wants to send me a link to a Milton poem because the first line is exactly how he feels. I ask if it's long on account of my ADD, which I don't actually have, but remember his poems being bloody books long. He sends, I read...
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,...
I gasp and get up recalling an elegy by Milton somewhere in my library. My memory stinks. Shortly after, I inform MM that I've given up because the light is out, so I can't f*cking see. MM screams via instant messenger, "Eureka!"... (ok, let me indulge). He concludes that
I AM THE POEM!
Fin
The story doesn't suck as much if you were a part of my cyber convo. Mostly what it does do is remind me of what I miss.
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,...
I gasp and get up recalling an elegy by Milton somewhere in my library. My memory stinks. Shortly after, I inform MM that I've given up because the light is out, so I can't f*cking see. MM screams via instant messenger, "Eureka!"... (ok, let me indulge). He concludes that
I AM THE POEM!
Fin
The story doesn't suck as much if you were a part of my cyber convo. Mostly what it does do is remind me of what I miss.
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