Time Pleasantly Past

Thanks to katieengl, I have discovered another way of filling those moments of existential emptiness with something other than emptiness:

I'm a sucker for detourned engravings.

Worth Mentioning

With all the negativity surrounding baseball these days, especially if one if a San Francisco Giants fan, I'm struggling to maintain my investment. One strategy is to pay attention to things I've neglected. Today's object of inquiry is Manny Ramirez, who has been eclipsed in the media by David Ortiz's rise to fame. I imagine that someone will claim that Ramirez wasn't really born in 1972. But still, the fact that he might be only 34 with 469 home runs, a lifetime on-base percentage of .411 and a lifetime slugging percentage of .601 is startlingly impressive. He's going to the Hall of Fame, folks.

Tabula Rasa

Where's all this heat coming from?
Between my skin, the coiled wires wait
In fades of gray. The strait curves,
Like a side of meet latticed into obsequious
Ease. The tears on my forehead cry
For iodine. Even the noise of my fan
Wants bluing. Let's come together
At the laundromat and open our Lockes
To the appointed passage. Life, liberty and