Daily Archives: September 18, 2007

bye bye bye bye bye bi berlin

i took a greyhound bus to berlin from the houston downtown metro
rode over an ocean, across a couple alpine meadows
rode that bus on and on until the tubas played in cheap cafes
and beer came warm with limo in ein biergarten on a nice summer day
the bus was leaving back to houston but i stayed because your face
your face was there your tongue spoke turkish and your eyes said grace

got a job in the cheapest part of town
work for cheap tips at a cheap diner downtown
and when i’m fired i do something else entirely
work sweeping floors at a train station
them trains chug and on and on and on merrily merrily merrily merrily

bye bye bye bye bye bi berln
high high high high high heels and hairy legs
i i i i i can’t come in
why why why why why do i have to explain it to ya

don’t say you’re sorry baby
say don’t worry baby
these days don’t change change change
don’t say you’re sorry baby just say don’t worry baby
these days don’t change change change

{an elderly gentleman steps back from the curtains with an accordian and plays a jig. a monkey dances with a cup of coins in his hands. he holds out the cup and shakes it and the few coins inside rattle rattle rattle and nobody gives a dime because nobody gives a damn. the man, angered bows graciously, and stepss off the stage, angrily. then, it occurs to you that it was a woman with a moustache and the monkey was a chihuahua with an excellent costume, and you don’t know what to think about that silly dancing dog in a monkeysuit.)

hopped a train one day instead of cleaning sliding windows
took the train to new york city where the whole world goes
i spend my weekends in paris where the moon rests on my shoulder
someday i’ll move to moscow because i feel older hwhen i’m colder

bye bye bye bye bye bi berlin
high high high high high heels and hairy legs
i i i i ican’t come in
why why why why do i have to explain it to you
don’t say you’re sorry baby, just say don’t worry

these days will never change.

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too many choices

whilst driving across town, i stopped at an unfamiliar grocery store in a better area to buy my weekly meals.

i was a little horrified by the bread aisle. there were SO MANY choices for plain wheat bread that i spent a good five minutes pouring over the shelves looking for plain ol’, “wheat bread”.

too many choices hurts my brain. the difference between “cracked top wheat bread” “nine grain wheat bread” “jerusalem rye wheat” “honey oat wheat” etc… etc… is, frankly, inconsequential. give me the plain, normal, unexciting, non-designer wheat bread. cheaper, and tastes the same when you smother it in peanut butter and jelly.

this got me thinking about how there are too many choices in the world, so it is impossible to be happy with what i have. i never know – in the back of my mind – if i am getting the best possible experience out of my toast and sandwiches. i will constantly wonder which will taste better. i will seek out recipes and reviews, hunting for the generally accepted superior taste marvel. i will always look upon my eggs and toast with doubt.

unless, of course, i ignore the myriad of choices and labels, and purchase plain wheat toast and happily consume exactly what i desire and never let the worldwide media machine and breadmakers confuse my palate.

this is, of course, a metaphor for love.

more importantly, tomorrow is one of my favorite holidays.

tomorrow is international talk like a pirate day.

i am already shivering in my timbers in anticipation!

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