happy birthday to winslow homer, american painter that created above's picture "dressing for the carnival." what a depressing carnival they must have been dressing for.

i got my promotion at work yesterday. the pay increase will be more than the aforementioned measly 70 cents. for this, i am thankful. also thankful for: dairy products, crossword puzzles, everything-must-go sales, and socks.

you know what i really hate? web pages that, when opened, play really loud, obnoxious music. what's the point, people? help me understand.

i went to a poetry slam on sunday night. i realized something while at this poetry slam:

it's not really a poetry slam- it's a journal slam or a lecture slam. it's a girl up there reading something about this boy that she liked and how he could drink 40 oz of malt liquor in under 20 minutes and so that's why they didn't sleep together OR it's a boy up there telling you about having to be free, to be yourself, to not buy so much pepsi or nikes.

when i really went there for the poetry. but it's a dying art, like proper usage of the turn signal or banana seat bicycles.

who's your favorite poet? mine is laura. admittedly, she's a little "journal," but she's not so much "lecture." besides, it's great.