Oxymorons

Alright, so Leila calls me a mother fucker, with the space in between mother and fucker. She's such a riot. And that got me to thinking, among other things about calling someone a gay motherfucker. Then I gets to thinking "gay mother fucker." And I'm like wtf? That's a bloody oxymoron. What led me there? Well, with the space in between mother and fucker, I saw it as someone actually being called a person who fucks mothers. Not such the generic term for another person, e.g. motherfucker. Aren't semantics fun? Outside of this, I really have a lot of posts to catch up on and any frivolous topic, at the moment, can be taken advantage of. It's October and I haven't even caught up with August yet!

"I'll probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and live alone/
but as far as the present time, it's on!"
Dead Prez on the Pistol

Today I'm feeling:

like m.i.l.f. retardant

See next post.

Note to self: Blogger's spell check no longer picks up "fucker" or "motherfucker". The times are a changin' indeed.

Characters

So I was just touched by the sweetest little filmsy wilmsy. No, it wasn't the most entertaining thing, but Lars and the real woman was decent enough to watch. And, like I said, it did touch the hell out of me. I think the one thing the film had going for it, it really developed its characters, especially Lars. I'd recommend a Blockbuster night when this thing releases to DVD.

"My heart be still, that girl... that girl got me."
Sean Luxembourg trying to echo the sentiments of amore

Today I'm feeling:

like everything is falling into place

Things always happen the way they're supposed to. And speaking of supposed to happen, you've all voted for my photos today right? Oh, if you haven't, your buttocks sure need to. Daddy needs that trip to Paris, bitches! www.metphoto.org. I'm not kidding.

And has anyone heard the Stars song Bitches in Tokyo?

butter... 'cause I'm on a roll

So I was watching the television with the mother bear. CNN or something as per the usual. Then I saw this poignant commercial where a father explains the birds and the bees using a pastry. But this was no regular pastry. No. It was a Pillsbury crescent roll. But when I saw it, I immediately thought croissant. But crescent roll made me think crescent moon which made me think medialuna, which is spanish for half moon and also just so happens to be a breakfast pastry, sweetened with butterscotch, in Argentina and who knows where else! And then I was like... that's a blog post, whoot! So there you have it.

"I remember a day in class when he leaned forward, in his characteristic pose-the pose of a man about to impart a secret-and croaked, "if you don't know how to pronounce a word, say it loud! If you don't know how to pronounce a word, say it loud!" This comical piece of advice struck me as sound at the time, and I still respect it. Why compound ignorance with inaudability? Why run and hide?"
E.B. White speaking of Strunk in Strunk and White's timeless The Elements of Style

Today I'm feeling:

the pings of academia

WTF?

Museum of Modern Arthur, MoMAR

I've been here chilling, man. Nothing notable to discuss, so I'll leave y'all with this. You've probably already seen it. If that's the case, I apologize.

In other news, Stella and I have started an intimate relationship. That's the wife beater juice.

Sorry, the life's just quite uneventful. Still, you mofos keep on voting for my pics over at www.metphoto.org. K?

"Ain't no shook hands in Brookland/
Army fatigues bring fatigue to enemies, look man"
The Notorious BIG on My downfall

Today I'm feeling:

like I could use some company

Utter randomness

Building in the East Village

Excuse this post. Just posting for the sake of posting.

Cold sake is truly no different from hot sake, by the way.

And apart from lesbians, I like Canadians. How random is that?

And I have my eyes on a regular spot to watch Monday Night Football. I've got two running backs going that, between them, need to tally 22 fantasy points in order for me to win. Essentially, if Laurence Maroney and fill in Kenny Watson can each rush for 100 yards and a score, I win. It's a long, long shot.

"Skinny boy,
some love, some prostitution"
Amy Millan on Skinny boy

Today I'm feeling:

the premonitions of losing

And don't forget to vote for my photos over at www.metphoto.org.

Photo Op

D.U.M.B.O.

Well, I guess it's about time I see what my photos are made of. You all out there, get your butts over to www.metphoto.org on the double and vote for me! Give all my photos 5 star ratings!!!!

Can't find my photos? There are 5 of them, just type "Sean" in the 'search by photographer' box. There are some real classy pics on the site, but I think mine hold their own.

"It's not over, not over, not over yet"
Klaxons on It's not over yet

Today I'm feeling:

intent, again

Salience

Michele Brody, artist laureate and MFA

Wham! I didn't expect it, but my Sunday turned into splendid fun. I paid another visit to Michele Brody's coffee cart so as to introduce Su, my tutee, to her. I had this clever idea that Michele could benefit from having a foreigner enjoy tea with her, while Su benefited by getting her English conversation on. Alas, it didn't happen that way. Michele was quite petered out by the tie we'd reached and what was supposed to be this great idea on my behalf turned into a fun stroll through DUMBO for Su and I. I bought a sweatshirt at a sample sale for $1. I'll probably throw it into one of those receptacles for used clothing for the less fortunate. We perused a bookstore and listened to some live blues too. We also got a couple of nice photos. Uneventful, but addictive fun!

"...and I'm singing oh oh on a Friday night/
and I hope everything's gonna be alright..."
Kate Nash on Mouthwash

Today I'm feeling:

at ease