What is the only fruit with the seeds on the outside? ——- How many times is the word “fuck” said in the movie Scarface? ——- What is Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophibia a phobia of? … answers after the jump.
Archive for May, 2009
Triple Shot. Trivia edition.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged fruit, fuck, phobia, Scarface, yoga on May 13, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The opposite of logical.
Posted in my life, tagged illogical, Jeff Koons, logical, pineapple on May 12, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Yesterday, one of the kids yelled from upstairs, “MOM, WHAT’S THE OPPOSITE OF LOGICAL?” And she said, “ILLOGICAL.” And at the same time I said, “PINEAPPLE.” And everyone just looked at me.
poets and parking lots.
Posted in poetry, tagged America, apples, cement, gas stations, motels, poems, red delicious on May 11, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I’d write poems to stacks of cement blocks outside gas stations and poems for parking lot after parking lot after parking lot, close the trunk with loaded groceries. I’d write poems for those red delicious apples, waxed up and tasteless, and poems for motel beds and airport walkways and poems for the quotidian corporate resemblance [...]
la fourchette.
Posted in poetry, tagged fork on May 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Wild geese and scraped knees.
Posted in short shorts, tagged baseball, flower, summer, wild geese on May 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I used to have an old man as a neighbor who would tell us a story about wild geese flying over a lake. He told us every summer back when the only thing you had to worry about was breaking in your baseball glove and the only pain around were bee stings and scraped knees [...]
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged chicago, couufrans, france, frappeurs, guardian, obama, pasta, soccer on May 6, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Here are three things the French kids said to me today in English that made me glad that there are CDs in France that let you learn English using only Obama speeches: “Can you do me some pastas?” ——- “My couffrans are good frappeurs.” ——- Look how the guardian of Chicago goes lently.
It’s softer than that…
Posted in short shorts, tagged canoe, choo-choo, crickets, dusk, fire, lake, lincoln, michigan, train, water on May 5, 2009 | 1 Comment »
“What do you think you’d call that?” I ask my nephew. “I don’t know, a horn?” he says putting together a Lincoln log cabin. There is a train far off that you can hear every evening when dusk sweeps in, the time before dinner is cooked, after you have the lake water showered off [...]
Burnt to Ashes.
Posted in short shorts, tagged acronyms, bridge, fire, guitarist, inspector, protocol, student on May 4, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The year I learned to speak a foreign language, a guitarist assured me I was crazy enough to jump off a bridge. I had passed by the guitarist often on my walk to work. He played there most days. I would see him each time, see his same outfit, his same position, half lying down [...]
