Science movie on the universe: “Something something…there could be countless earth-like planets in the universe…something something.”

Johnny: Good. I don’t like this earth. I’m sick of it. This earth is boring and needs more fun stuff. Like jet skis.

Sue: Have you ever even been on a jet ski?

John: Exactly. See, not enough jet skis. Not even enough for me to have my own.

Another fingernail moon slips out and floats downward

to wedge between the floorboards

with the bread crumbs and spiders.

~RS

(Ahhh, I am surrounded by this magic everyday!)

One night last week on my chilly two-block walk from where I park to where I live, the following scene occurred:

Creepy man in conversion van: Hey do you need a ride? I’m going this way anyway.

Me: No, dude. I live right up there.

CMICV: Oh, okay. Hey, do you like to go to the movies?

Me, annoyed at having to remove my headphones to hear CMICV: What?

CMICV: Do you like to go to the movies?

Me, considering the quickest way to a weapon: Yeah, no. Not right now and never with you.

C: Okay, just checking.

Just checking? Who pulls up to a young-looking woman walking alone at night just to check if she likes to go to the movies? CREEPY. (As an aside, I was totally ready to punch said creeper in the weiner if he continued to try to coax me into his creepy van with promises of movies or candy or puppies. I’m pretty wily.)

Dear Charles Ammi Cutter,

You sure do know how to make a smart girl feel dumb.  Why can’t you just be like the Library of Congress or even—god forbid—Dewey Decimal?  Instead, you have to create your own little rules using your own little letters and numbers (waaay too mathematical if you ask me) and make anyone who tries to comprehend you want to harm and hurt things.  I don’t like to harm and hurt things.  I am a peaceful person.  I want to harm and hurt you.  But you died in 1903.  So instead I will write another work haiku about you.

Cutter Haiku

Charles Ammi Cutter

Who in god’s name thinks like this?

I hate you, Cutter.

I know, unoriginal and whiny but really, I just spent the entire morning trying to make Cutter numbers unsuccessfully.  I feel like a big, fat, huge librarian failure.

Done,

Susan

Jeannie and I got breakfast sandwiches on the way to work so the latest topic: 

Biscuit

Star of Timmy Ho’s

Oh, Warm and flaky biscuit

How you steal the show

I’m the grad assistant in the Poetry Collection at UB which is full of some amazing, beautiful, and talented people.  We’ve decided to start a daily (or everyday that we are there) project of writing haiku.  Whoever wants to participate can and the only rules are that you write about the chosen topic for the day and that it is in the traditional 5-7-5 haiku form.  All poems are posted on the “Haiku Wall” to be shared.    Here’s my first entry, the topic was “Sun.”

Turn your face to her

And feel all that she offers

Nothing in return

Gosh, I love my job.  I’m sure there will be more to follow!  :)