“Hi, I’m Joe!”
“You can call me Mike.”
If his name is one syllable, don’t say you haven’t been warned. When he still goes by his middle or high school nickname maybe he just hasn’t shaken it yet, but if he shortens his name then he cannot be serious.
So, today’s post isn’t really about cookies, but damn, aren’t cookies delicious? Definitely something worth craving. Definitely more appealing than our actual topic. Anyway, today I want to talk about something that smells, well, not as good as cookies: body odor.
I was going to write about how writers test one another today, but as I sit in Malibu watching someone get arrested at an upscale strip mall, I want to talk about the “F-word.”
In fifteen minutes you will have fifteen minutes left to wait
and you are an expert at waiting fifteen more minutes
waiting in doctors offices made you patient
there were two people ahead of you and after that person there will be only one
when you wait for your mother at work
she will say “soon”
and you learn that the meaning of “soon”
is watching an ant crawl from one end of the widsheld to another
at the age of six
a summer is an eternity of play
days jump off swingsets and spin three hundred an sixty degrees
until they land in college ruled notebook paper and three ring binders
but one day, you’ll have to wait thirty days
until there are only thirty days left to wait
before you paint murals on empty walls and hang post cards on your ceiling
Lately, I can’t think of anything to write that you would care about. Yesterday, I wrote this post about my friends and different things that they point out when we walk around together, but I suppose I forgot to save it and it disappeared when I went to post it later. In any case, here’s what’s been happening in my life…
It’s no secret the music can conjure up feelings. It can remind you of a time, a place, or a person. You could feel nostalgic or repulsed or even on the verge of tears. But, this post isn’t supposed to be sad. Which songs define different parts of your life? Please leave your picks in the comments. I’ll listen to all of them.
So, if you’ve been reading my blog, then you know that a couple of weeks ago, when my sister left me home alone, I walked to Venice Beach and bought a skateboard. I’ve since learned how to ride it, and I think these concrete wave-riding Californians are on to something.