In Love With

Five Women I'm In Love With... In A Non-Freaky Way:


Jane Austen. Best female author I know of. Victorian sociologist who made her works into addicting works of fiction. Why isn't there a religion based on this woman?


Yulia Tymoshenko. Ukraine is renowned for women-trafficking, yet in a country where women are rater devalued, they have a prime ministress. Props to Yulia, I say. Props to any powerful female politician, at that.

Scarlett Johnasson. (This is pretty much the only G-rated picture I could find of her in 3 google image pages, but she's an amazing actress, and a Hollywood lady who is NOT a twig, thus I overlook her conciets.)

Ingrid Michaelson sings songs of my life. (And look at this picture, she's eating. A PICTURE OF A WOMAN EATING! This is what I want to see more of! Body-accepting).

Regina Spektor is amazing. I love her piano skills, her esoteric style, her immigrant-status. She's a goddess. That's that.

O, Uncertain Future, How I Love Thee.

I live in the past.
I live in your kisses, the way
you make it obvious when you're
about to pounce.

I live in the hallway,
where we would congregate,
the six of us. The two of us, the
intellects, the two of them, they
kept us apart. The other two?
They matter about as much
as the present.

Oh, I live in the
poker games, the nights of
Risk, That 70's Show,
however symbolic,
I live in that living room, too.

I live in the future.
The campus evening with the
leaves falling over me,
your touch far from my mind.

I live in that flat
above the laundromat
with that cat and parrot and
that struggling musician who
reminds me too much of you.

Maybe he is.
If I live in the past and I
live in the future,
maybe, in the present,
I am marrying the two.

Maybe I'm wishing the two
was you,
if you know
what I'm hinting at.

Or maybe I'm not.

Maybe I'm hoping I can
get out of this funk,
but this funk is my life.

I say I feel emotion threefold-
my emotion, your emotion, and the
emotions we're denying ourselves.
Heightened empathy,
I say, a curse,
by all means.

I want to deny myself of you,
as I know you've moved on.
Well on.
But I can't.

When I look into the past,
when I live in the past rather than
the present, my future
become my past.
My present is a fog between the two.

The future is today,
from the viewpoint of yesterday.
On this course, the present
will get bypassed,
like the protagonist
of a shitty movie,
standing dusty, alone,
with a big black
suitcase on a train platform.

Hey, wait.
That wasn't in the plan.
Did I mention trains in college?
In the apartment encima de la
laundromat?
What is my life?
What is this floating existence?

And if this is the present,
as I'm assuming it is, why
aren't I feeling gracious?
Or did I get coal?

The way I've been living,
getting coal would be an honor.

I'll stab you with a fork

if you get me something from Wal Mart for Christmas, and why you should threaten your loved ones likewise! (December 3)

The facts, always the facts:
WalMart Ranking in F500: 2
Exxon Ranking: 1
WalMart Profits: $13,400,000,000 (billion)
Exxon Profits: $45,200,000,000 (billion)
Closest Retailer: Costco
Ranking in F500: 24
Profits: $1,249,900,000 (billion)

Walmart Profits in 2008: $12,730,000,000 (billion) No. 1 in F500
Exxon Profits in 2008: $40,610,000,000 (billion) No. 2 in F500
Costco Profits in 2008: $1,082,800,000 (billion) No. 29 in F500

http://money.cnn.com/magazines/fortune/fortune500/2008(2009)/full_list/


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