Month: August 2005

For some strange reason, Yahoo search is lovin’ Asparagus Pee right now – whatever their spider is doing, it’s vastly over-page-ranking this site. My own name is a good example: Yahoo! Search Results for chris benson.

I’ve spent a couple of days now crying over the beauty of anyone lived in a pretty how town, but today’s winner is Swing Life Away by Rise Against. As far as I can tell, everything else they’re doing doesn’t suit my tastes, but this one sounds like Rubber Soul and it makes me cry, which is a great compliment in my mind. For me, at least, it speaks of lost innocence and simple childhood pleasures regained. My favorite line, after talking about comparing scars is, “we’ll tear up these pages and replace them with our own words.”

That’s powerful stuff.

I was going through my old Neatstuff folder a few nights ago, you know, one of those two-pocket folders where I keep all the neat stuff that I collected through college and beyond. It’s got things like a bunch of Mark Alan Stamaty Carto-o-o-o-ns and things that friends of mine have written and drawn, but it’s also got this amazing poem by e.e. cummings:

anyone lived in a pretty how town

by e.e. cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

From Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, edited by George J. Firmage. Used with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation. Copyright © 1923, 1931, 1935, 1940, 1951, 1959, 1963, 1968, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust. Copyright © 1976, 1978, 1979 by George James Firmage.

If this request came from any less a man than J-walk, I would call him a link-whore and blow it off, but I think he has an interesting idea here to see if the link referral logs really work at various places. So here it is, John: The J-Walk Blog: Attention Bloggers!.

This is just wrong, right?
$100,000 to watch The Rolling Stones with Arnold

In the what the heck department, Das Keyboard – UberGeeks Only, a blank keyboard for proving you know how to touch-type, or something.

Truth be told, I actually struggle a little with giving up on the theory of Intelligent Design, but Open Letter to the Kansas School Board is funny.

I used to have a tag line in my header that said “Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.” and someone found their way here by looking up part of the quote on Google. Here is a page of pretty good “time” quotes from the only page that came up above mine: Time.

My favorite is:

Time keeps everything from happening all at once. Space keeps everything from happening all to you.