February 24, 2006

The important thing is not to panic.

Not to try to fall asleep again.

And not to regret that I haven't bought a new puffer in months because I thought I was over it.

I just read another set of posts about how to become an A-list blogger. Little secret, every time I go read an A-list blogger to find out how to become an A-list blogger, I hate their tone. It doesn't even matter if the writing is any good. It's the same tone used by the kids who knew their IQ in elementary school and felt compelled to tell me. These kinds of kids also figured that since they knew their IQ it had to be better than mine.

okay I am breathing again.. I wonder if i should try and go to sleep.. I have been full of blogging ennui lately. Too much other computer stuff is going down, I just gotta get a break sometimes ya know.

This late night blogging would be peaceful except I am cranky and breathless and covered in that weird eucalyptus shit that is supposed t o open my air passages.

I just found this poem at the back of my life is a fake by Peter Carey.

It's a translation by Ezra Pound of a poem called "Exiles Letter". (Don't ask me man, I found it in a novel)

What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,
There is no end of things in the heart.
I call in the boy,
have him sit on his knees here,
To seal this,
And send it a thousand miles, thinking.

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