something to write home about

1. i think i have an internet crush on @smatthew182. i have already tweeted this, but i feel that it is definitely worth repeating.

2. i'm really enjoying edIT's Crying Over Pros for No Reason, it is the perfect counterpart to his crunkier Certified Air Raid Material.

3. in relation to #2, i can never thank my genius engineers for iTunes DJ and Genius Mode - you have helped my rediscover my ridiculous music collection.

4. i like how updating Loopt from my iPhone then updates my Twitter, which in turn updates my Facebook. very convenient for the lazy thumbster.

5. i've said it before, and i'll say it again: i love Bukowski's "Quiet Clean Girls in Gingham Dresses" (could be my favorite poem of his):

all I've ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes,

madwomen. I see men with quiet,

gentle women I see them in the supermarkets,

I see them walking down the streets together,

I see them in their apartments: people at

peace, living together. I know that their

peace is only partial, but there is

peace, often hours and days of peace.

all I've ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics,

whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen.

when one leaves

another arrives

worse than her predecessor.

I see so many men with quiet clean girls in

gingham dresses

girls with faces that are not wolverine or

predatory.

"don't ever bring a whore around," I tell my

few friends, "I'll fall in love with her."

"you couldn't stand a good woman, Bukowski."

I need a good woman. I need a good woman

more than I need this typewriter, more than

I need my automobile, more than I need

Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I

can taste her in the air, I can feel her

at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built

for her feet to walk upon,

I can see pillows for her head,

I can feel my waiting laughter,

I can see her petting a cat,

I can see her sleeping,

I can see her slippers on the floor.

I know that she exists

but where is she upon this earth

as the whores keep finding me?

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#1 is definitely something to write home about, the rest is just filler, i guess.

and that is all for now. it is time for me to dort avec les anges.