we write. they wrong.

it strikes me at absurd at how bad a blogger i am while i can write page after page of mindless musings to my friends. so maybe i'll just pretend i'm writing to them here?
this week has been odd...

i've been sick so no mindless job to go, but i was actually quite productive writing-wise, creating cv wise, and grading portfolios wise. so it has been a stupor of sleep and heat and even less sleep than usual...moldy brain with tv running in the background--project runway, top chef, battlestar galactica marathons and the same project runway episode over and over so i keep waking up to the same part adding to the confusion

my skull is hot and feels like it weighs as much as a zamboni on thin ice...


fun zamboni facts i just learned from wikipedia (is there a poem in there)

Behind the blade, wash water is often sprayed on
shaves the surface
might otherwise become embedded in
make the ice brittle or soft, give it pungent odours, or make it cloudy.
bits of loose ice along the kick plates
fitted with a board brush,
reduce the need for edging of the
Snoopy usually drove the Zamboni,
although Woodstock had a small Zamboni for his bird bath.
a Zamboni going around and around
crash a resurfacer through the boards

I'll work on it...i read a line that said, "Eyes gaze," but I read it as "Eyes glaze" which now I am envisioning an eye made of ice glazing over with a zamboni sliding slicing over it much like un chien andalou