sijing

www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54364/...

They called aloud, "The road is long,
But this ain't New York City! this ain't LA!
At 5:48 we'll go to Santa Fe!"
Nice and few, nice and few,
is the traffic in the city of Los Alamos;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to Santa Fe at 5:48

They went to Santa Fe at 5:48, they did,
At 5:48 they went to Santa Fe:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a summer's eve, on a Wednesday,
At 5:48 they went to Santa Fe!
And when the map turned orange and red,
And everyone cried, "You'll all be jammed!"

have i read any description about fandom better than this? no.

best pink outfits of summer 2025 (outdoor & indoor with AC on)

which tells that Death is just another pawn who does what the director says

for him to want to do a depth-first search, instead of a breadth-first search, and thereby disrespect the order of time? there is no reason, except that the mother needs to deliver a touching line to her children—but really to the viewers who must be touched—"if i am alive, Death cannot touch you."

their inexplicable anger & disbelief & 1-dimensionality, i mean look at these laughable mortals, would work perfectly as part of a coherent narrative.

until Death reveals how he's planning to traverse the family tree. what would be the reason

to really enjoy a Final Destination film you must think of it as being told from the 1st-person pov of Death, a willful, meticulous, high-functioning sociopath with 0 capacity for understanding a human's emotions, and all the poorly developed human characters,

reading anna livanova's memoir of landau (who famously made a ranked list of all the theoretical physicists, himself included, where issac newton was a 0 (highest) and members of rank 5 were "pathologists") and lol what a pack of characters

dreamt i was a woman with big breasts and a prev employer asked if they had my consent to write off a bad debt by claiming they paid for my boob job. "you should claim you paid for the ceo's penis enlargement job, at least 50% of it would be true," i said, and took off my shirt to reveal the cat

and how outrageous it sounded to me when nick hornby said something along the lines of "women always have to rely on men to find the physical details of their interests, their obsession, if there's any, is usually with people. well i'm not saying $#^..." (fever pitch is a great & super funny book

meaning the chinese national team was out, all of their undivided and heartbreaking attention would then be turned inexplicably to the argentinians

working on this football fiction for 2w now and i just remembered how every middle-aged chinese man used to be a fan of argentina. some of them were "real" football fans, they watched series a games and everything but every 4 yrs, once the world cup was back and qualification was over,

YouTube video by CBS New York Village fines woman who replaced lawn with native plants

what an evil village. lawns are obsolete & a sign of a wasted life. harmful really bc of the bpa/bps/what have you. after watching this i feel grateful for our hoa; the only thing they do is charge a larger $ every year and stage a coup to overthrow mr. so-and-so

www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxCG...

me: please! a child with my insight! my memories! my phantasmata! all the prophecies god has lavished upon me, of truth, of transformation, am i to be allowed to think i can just talk about my dream for no good reason in the world?
prefrontal cortex: [sitting on the sofa, eyes half-closed]

henry james: too musty
nabokov: too cerebral
philip roth: fond pageant
cortazar: will switch tense and throw you off
bolaño: "his excess attracts but flows away. harold bloom"
harold bloom: there's no way he could've read it all

"by the time I did xxx, she had xxx, according to my mother, xxx, i mean [300 words]

"but in 2026 there is no escaping it. 5 minutes out on the street and you [1k words].

"and then, finally, it just so happened that one night..."

prefrontal cortex: enough. no more.

me: "my middle school bff used to play football in xxx. she was a big fan of gabriel batistuta, and bc of that i did xxx, and xx!!![1k words].

"middle school ended and so did my love for football. the truth is xxx... the agony! the grandeur! the [500 words]...

me: "i never really loved football. never xxx. couldn't xxx. blahblah...it just so happened that last night i had a dream..."
prefrontal cortex: but why? it sounds like i should be surprised that you never really love football. but you are not from brazil or italy, why should anybody be surprised?

me and my revisionist prefrontal cortex at work:

me: "last night i had a dream..."
prefrontal cortex: why? why o why o why o why do you have to write yet another story that begins with a dream? you, my friend, are setting yourself up for failure. btw i think you copied it from Rebecca

me: some agua might not be agua, just like some coffee might not be coffee.
husband: what is the coffee that is not coffee?
me: it's a dessert.

me: is this a dessert?
waiter: no. this is agua fresca.
me: what is agua fresca?
waiter: it's a drink.
husband: even i know agua means water.
me: i know what agua means. i don't know what fresca means.
husband: whatever it means it's still agua.

- instead of strategic retreat you can play on, give them the excess of it, streak their eyes with the juice of it and make them full of hateful fantasies, make the babbling gossip of the air cry out, "[REDACTED]!!!" and then run away for life swifter than arrow from the tartar's bow

4 actionable solutions for the fainthearted consumers:
- buy tshirts from walmart and let urself be thrown into relief by poor dress
- don't buy any pop mart blind box (including the chibi maruko-chan series)
- eat a sun cake & stop trusting the emperor who hands out awards at the wagashi exhibition

and go too far, and be overrated, and forget about the length and the weight and the test and commit the crime of popularity?

i agree. who wouldn't want to do all of that? write a trauma porn, a soft-core, medicinal, coming-of-age porn, a japanese horror porn, a complex, rapturous, belated great american porn, a poetic, feminist, jamesian creative non-fictional porn, any porn, really,

everyone i know has read it in less than a week and thereupon suffered a frozen shoulder; everyone i know thinks it's too long, too much, too light and too heavy (emotionally & physically) all at once, an overrated trauma porn gone too far, will not stand the test of time and has had its day

4 troubling and not-so-obviously overrated products of H1 2025
- lululemon scuba hoodies
- any pop mart blind box except the chibi maruko-chan series
- chen yun pao chuan's award-winning royal tamba cake
- the wish-fulfilling rhetoric of strategic retreat

if you've seen a roadrunner crossing nm-502 in the same giddy deranged manner as pictured on wikipedia you'll never doubt their capability of warding off evil spirits. "The X-shaped footprints were seen as sacred symbols, believed to confuse evil spirits by concealing the bird's direction of travel"