Monday, September 22, 2008

Realia 1

This first in an irregularly appearing series of La Princi's photos with poetry by yours truly...



language remains
heartbroken
awoken by null sound not round
distorted it's downward evolution
downturned by the side of the ocean
sad primate

this ghostprint
this leftover latency
streaked spotty
your reflection
your gloss
leaky rust-framed
aimed not spoken
when earth shook a lasting impression
when dust a longing a lesson
when cursed nothing a lesion
when it's worst

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Reporting for Duty

Summer vacation ended about three weeks ago. That's when I started writing this post. We had house guests for the past two weekends and we were busy being tour guides so, aside from getting to work on time for the past two weeks, I haven't had much other spare time...

Additionally, this past week was a busy culmination for me. Football season started, which also meant that fantasy season kicked into gear, as well, and I can't wait to catch the 49ers game this afternoon. I joined the FSUSD bowling league and we play our first game next Friday. I enrolled in another course at National and, instead of blogging at this early hour on Sunday morning, I should be working on the assignments that are due tonight by Midnight tonight!

We had been ravenously watching the Olympics, as we always like to, and there were many memorable events. As we lived in Beijing for two-and-a-half years, it was really nice to see things with which we were familiar. Angela was unhappy that many of the events were being broadcast as "live" even though they clearly were not. It didn't bother me at first, but after a few days, it was just ridiculous for NBC to be blatantly erroneous. I got sick of Angela saying: "I already know what happened. Do you want me to tell you?" One other complaint that we had was that we didn't get to see many medal ceremonies! Maybe that sounds silly, but we like listening to the national anthems of different countries. The TV gods let us view a handful of them, but we really didn't get any for the first few days of the games, and that was a real oversight. We didn't have a sense of closure...

Vito is doing great, asleep at the mo, but bound to wake up any minute. Angela put him in his crib yesterday afternoon for his regular afternoon nap and he chattered to himself for two hours without sleeping. He went to bed early last night, though, which was nice!