Yesterday turned out to be a much more delightful birthday than I could have hoped for!

The morning started with a visit from my friend and former neighbour Jahan, who came back up to town from Kirkland to pick up his bed. After we loaded his mattresses into his pickup truck, we hung out and watched Family Guy.

Then I discovered that my little sister, Nettie, who is currently serving a tour in Iraq, went on my Wish List and purchased the "Big and Tall" office chair that I have been needing badly (small office chairs hurt my knees). Thank you so much, Little Sister!

In the afternoon, I took the bus down to the Amtrak station to pick up Mom. She arrived on time, and was very happy to see me. I have to confess, I'm happy to see her, too! After picking up a rental car, we went and had a late lunch at Pelmeni. Then we got her checked into her hotel room.

We talked a bit about the tension between us lately. "I know you think I'm awful," she said. "Mom," I replied, "I don't think you're awful. I think you're wonderful. So we don't see eye-to-eye politically, and we bicker over email. So what? Sometimes, bickering's just a way for people who love each other to communicate!" She seemed delighted by my saying this.

After leaving her at her hotel to clean up after being on the train for 3 days, I went home and took care of some things. Then I went back to her hotel room to pick her up for dinner. I also showed her the Message for Obama book I was published in. I explained I did it for Nettie, and she seemed very pleased.

Then we went to the Cliff House for drinks and dinner. I was incredibly pleased by the turnout for my birthday dinner! Ted was there, and Richard and Brian, and Robert, and even [ profile] man_of_snows and his partner Justin attended! It was like Faerie Coffee for dinner!

Dinner itself was wonderful. I had the Chicken & Dungeness Crab, and at the end of the meal, the restaurant brought out a HUGE complimentary sundae for me with a candle on it, while Ted serenaded me with a lovely birthday song. After making my wish (for financial security), i shared the sundae with everyone. It was a lot of fun, and I was stuffed! It was an expensive meal, and Mom paid for much of it... and I am grateful for it.

After getting Ted on the bus to go home, I took Mom back to her hotel, and then headed home myself, satisfied with a delightful day.

Thank you everyone who made me feel so loved on my 41st birthday!
kevyn: (meme)
( Jan. 28th, 2008 06:47 pm)
OK, breaking the "no memes" rule today. Ganked from [ profile] aristotimos.

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A. I'm harnessed.

2) What was your dream growing up?
A. To be an astronomer.

3) What talent do you wish you had?
A. Autofellatio.

4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
A. Scotch on the rocks.

5) Favorite vegetable?
A. Broccoli.

6) What was the last book you read?
A. Darkness Visible by William Styron.

7) What the most embarrassing thing you're willing to admit?
A. I wet the bed until I was 15.

8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
A. Tabula rasa.

9) Worst Habit?

10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
A. Hell yes.

11) What is your favorite sport?
A. Walking.

12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
A. Both, I think.

13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
A. Try really hard not to fart.

14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
A. My old man deciding he didn't want to be a husband & father.

15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
A. My big toes are so long, I am almost pedidextrous.

16) Do you have any pets?
A. None allowed where I live. (I *am* the pet.)

17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
A. I'd be delighted!

18) What was your first impression of me? (hmmm...careful!)
A. Ha ha ha! He gets it! GAY!

19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
A. Always wondered what it would be like to have a flaccid dick that dangled.

21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
A. Crime, until the guilt kicked in.

22) What color eyes do you have?
A. Blue.

23) Ever been arrested?
A. Yep.

24) Bottle or can soda?
A. Bottle.

25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
A. Pay bills.

27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
A. Sehome Hill.

28) Do you believe in ghosts?
A. Skeptical.

29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
A. That's private ;-) Second favourite thing: Computer.

30) Do you swear a lot?
A. I've said my share of shits and fucks.

31) Biggest pet peeve?
A. Smokers who throw butts on the ground.

32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
A. Oaf.

33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
A. I'm beginning to.

35) Do you believe in God?
A. Which one?

36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
A. Yes.
kevyn: (Default)
( Nov. 12th, 2007 09:59 pm)
My friend [ profile] aristotimos is studying poetry at WWU, and wrote an interesting essay this evening titled The Secret Art of Interpreting a Poem Correctly. It's worth checking out, and got me thinking about my relationship (or lack thereof) with poetry.

When I was in 7th grade, I tried to write some poetry. It rhymed. It conveyed deep thoughts. It was even... poetic!

But though I tried to write it, the truth was, I was doing it for the acclaim it was getting me (or not getting me) from teachers/family members/peers. I wasn't attempting to write it for the sake of the experience. And when I didn't get the acclaim, I stopped writing it. Because writing it wasn't a satisfying experience.

I've also never developed a taste for reading most poetry. I don't have the patience for it. I find it difficult enough at times to relate to other people's emotions on an interpersonal level. Trying to wade through purposely obfuscated language in order to "feel" something makes me feel like my time is being wasted. Just TELL me what it is you're trying to convey already! Sheesh!

Usually I don't feel much of anything when I read poetry, unless you count frustration, or boredom. My eyes glaze over. My analytical mind keeps going, "Where's the meat?" Sometimes, titles, footnotes and annotations to poems are more informative than the poem itself.

I guess it's why I prefer prose. It's the way I'm wired. I prefer words that convey information over words that convey emotion.

There is, however, one kind of poetry that I do adore, and write often: Haiku.
Because, for me, writing haiku isn't about emotion. Haiku is about precision, and technique. How skillfully can you shrink an idea, an image, an experience into as few words as possible, and still be clear? Clarity of word choice is the key. Poetic language is to be avoided. Get your message across, quickly, and calmly. It suits my minimalist tastes.

I usually write traditional 5-7-5 syllable haiku. In fact, there's a whole slew of them on my LJ User Profile, dating back several years. I add a new one, reflecting current events in my life, from time to time.

Here's my latest:
I broke up with him
when I grew tired of buying
so much lice shampoo.
Yes, there is a wry humour to it. It's not devoid of emotion. But the emotion is short, punchy, and secondary to the relevant information: This is what I did, and here's why.*

For me, haiku is the perfect poetry. It's perfect for short attention spans. Here's the words, here's the information, maybe even an emotional charge attached to it, BAM! All done.

I can focus longer on words than just a microsecond, even read whole books -- but only if the writer is not making me work for it. Most poetry makes me work, for very little payoff. This, more than anything else, explains my lack of interest in most poetry.

*OK, I admit it, that's not the ONLY reason I broke up with him... but it is central to the whole reason why I got tired of sleeping with him - poor hygiene, lack of overall cleanliness, and a constant case of crabs drove me up the wall. And I got fed up with cleaning up his candy bar wrappers after him.
For my Technical Writing class, we were given an assignment to design a logo for a fictional trucking company ("ABC Trucking"), using only MS Word to create it. Here's what I came up with:

I didn't expect anyone in my class to get the joke inherent in my setting it in Kansas City. Much to my surprise, when the instructor put it up on the overhead projector to show the class, one guy in my class "got it."


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