Cabin Porn

Gaaahhh, I am obsessed with Cabin Porn

Uncle Darrell

I made this a few weeks ago, and then forgot about it. *Sigh* I should have released it out into the webosphere (well, via facebook) when it was still relevant. Hard times in the 3 day memecycle.

My Moment of Zen

A broken heart feels like a heart on a grill. When you have a broken heart from love, the flames are really high and crazy and the heart gets burnt to a crisp relatively fast, and then it becomes a lump of hardened carbon which eventually turns into ash. The process is a lot slower when you are broken-hearted over a diminished friendship. There are no flames, just coals. The heart is grilled slower, but more thoroughly. The change to ash may never come - and within the change to ash resides catharsis. Ash can be blown away in the wind. So, since the heart never gets turned to ash, in the case of a broken friendship heart, it instead just stays in its hardened, slow-cooked state forever. Until it slowly rots and breaks down.

Friend, I miss you. My heart aches for you, as it's roasted over the coals of what's come between us.

Please don't stfu

I was sort of thinking, as you can see by the long pause, that maybe I should retreat into myself. However, for a person like myself this is a particularly bad idea. It is far better to allow one canal to exist, like a stent in the heart, to keep the blood flowing. Or rather, in my case, in the brain. My problems are thankfully not in the heart, just in the brain (just and just!). So, I guess I will continue this blog, although, I sort of wish that instead of a blog this was a communiqué written over several decades, in blank verse. Maybe it would have been sent to a relative, a cousin, say, back in the old country.


Finally, this first post in months deserves some food.

Here is my best lunch in weeks:

Whole wheat rye round with turkish yogurt, fresh mint leaves, an egg fried with paprika and cayenne, vegetables, and green harissa. Would that I could eat this everyday.