I'm Bloggin' It

I'm posting this from the Blog It application inside Facebook. I must admit that there's something attractive about a means of updating that extends beyond a particular platform. Still, there must be a catch.

Wisdom of the Evening

Before bed, Skylar finished a conversation about the relative healthfulness of various food products by declaring, "Often what's good doesn't boast about how it's good." I agree. Unfortunately, though, boastfulness tends to go hand and hand with success in the marketplace.

Mess Measured

Yesterday I drew a line on my thigh, permanent
marker, as if I were making sure not to remove
the wrong part. The picture of a surgeon, bent
on perfection, with a little too much to prove.

"The body has a hard time when it's like
this. The weather won't hold still." I hear
your longing. I keep checking the temperature
myself. Not that it helps. You can't make

words fit the world. It's why we need art,
to let out the seams, give us room to move.
Psychology is a bitch. Some things are there;
some aren't. We can't know what we're leant

and what we get to keep. It's time to take
stock. Every decision cuts deep. Read Sartre.