Stanzas Beginning with Some Lines of Rumsfeld People study things all the time that don’t lead to things and it is not pursuing us down the back- alley procedure—an elevated state of why and it is not developing horns, tumors, or other old-growth failings in the results drawn from a scoured trailer it is not building white cities in the…
Author: Timothy Yu
Hello, Colet foot fetish.
Jim, you are an interesting newcomer. (#21.) It also appears that Kasey and I deserve some of the credit.
I’m getting away from myself. Walking by a bookstore this morning I see a book in the window: Tim in Danger. Then driving around campus seeing paper plates with “TIM [heart] MOLLY” scrawled on them in crayon, with arrows pointing the way.
And don’t forget to look in a store near you for Darth Kasey. I am your flarfer.
Suburban Chicagoland Tim would have aviator-frame glasses and carry a copy of the Penguin edition of the complete poems of John Keats, with the impressionistic cover showing a lounging shepherd facing outward at all times. Look for Urban Chicagoland Tim coming in Fall 2003.
I’d have to come in several models. Boston Tim would have to have the Tealuxe thermos (cream Earl Grey) strapped to his belt because he’d have a Pinocchio’s spinach slice in one hand and Tommy’s garlic bread in the other. California Tim would have a cell phone and rollerblades and a backpack shaped like a beetle. Both come standard with…
Another problem. We were recently actually looking for an action figure that might vaguely resemble me (long story) and it turns out there’s really only one.
I was hoping my action figure would have something a little more glamorous, like a lightsaber. Like those old Luke Skywalker ones where the lightsaber was actually implanted in Luke’s arm and you moved a little tab up this groove on the underside of his arm and the piece of orange plastic would gradually emerge from his outstreched hand. Hmm.…
Everyone in motion–Stephanie from one Oakland to another, David leaving (sorry) Las Vegas, me (soon) to be departing these shores for what we natives like to call “the Chicagoland area.” Only blogs endure.