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It seems my spotty memory has played tricks on me again... I had originally believed I was going to Cape Cod w/ alienprincess next Monday through Thursday. Last night she broke it to me that no, it's this Monday. Luckily with my work schedule, I have nearly every Monday through Thursday off.

Granted to do so will involve working like three 12 or 13 hour days in a row. It may necessitate its own vacation afterward. It does mean that the weekend off I'd booked around that previous week still stands. That'll open up my sophomoric photo skills will be availble for work parties and bat mitzvahs alike! I will post again Sunday night before we head out.

Random observation but, I forgot to post poetry on Wednesday... Bad me. For the sake of KareBear who tried hunting down some of his work earlier this week, here is a reposting of one of my favorite Leonard Cohen poems and one of my own fav poems:

Poem

I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips
it is because I hear a man climb the stairs
and clear his throat outside out door.

This Love Has Interrupted Me

Its emptied my pens of all the ink,
crumpled up the paper,
shorted out the circuits
and busted every light bulb.

Its let dust settle on my dashboard,
twisted tapes up in the tapedeck,
gathered coffee in the floormats
and used up all my quarters.

Its scattered my bedroom floor with
shoes,
towels,
coats,
left glasses of water next to the alarm clock,
bottlecaps under the couch cushions,
dishes in the sink, food on the counter
and crumbs in the bed.

Its used up all the hot water,
lathered itself in my hair,
managed to block the drain
and rooted itself,
firmly,
under my nails.

The batteries in my watch have died,
groceries will be eaten straight from the bags:

There is no excuse for not living this way.