Haiku, carefully: choose your words, do not rush them: beaut'fly, Haiku.

Athens: angry riots.

Slapping across newspapers,

They still will not help.

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Brown and honey sweet,

Melomakarona, is

one syllable short.

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Syncopation, by

Scott Joplin, ragtime

master. Fantastic.

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[and now I'm finished,

I hope you had fun with it.

good bye to all.]

Fond: Partial to, affectionate of, attached to.

Despite what everyone says, I am still left with the distinct impression that Mark Twain was rather fond of Tom Sawyer. No matter that his character is (un)reasonably atrocious by the end of "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn".

I look at the cover page of my copy of the novel only to find it entitled: "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Tom Sawyer's Comrade)". When you have a book about one character, and then mention another (distinctly less important to the story) in the title... Well, they must matter. 

It could, perhaps, be argued to be another attempt at forcing them into the same frame so that the reader would be forced to contrast the two... 

I'll admit, I'm rather fond of Tom, despite how painful his actions are at the end of the book. 

Back to my essay? (And on to my article?) Perhaps.

Deadlines. [Constriction, Hurry, Procrastination.]

The price of private school food hasn't increased any in interest. But it did slide away from the exquisitely crafted tin foil trap of my mind. Now a week remains in which to complete all research and writing for the article. Shameful. 

A report on a system I never use is somewhat entertaining as a concept. (How long is it supposed to be anyway?) 

On the topic of food, with thanksgiving just barely trailing, turkey will be the source of sustenance for a good month or two. Long live sandwiches. 

The hardest part about writing any kind of story or comic or anything, is coming up with plot. I have plans for some very cool comics, and yet, I always lack the key driving part of any story: plot. Its rather terrible. Anyway, one collaborative work, two shelved, and a hopeful collection of as-of-yet unwritten short stories. Just my luck.

All the best.

In heaven...

...Everything is fine. In heaven, everything is fine. In heaven...

A determination to see Eraserhead... Where will that leave me? (I've know seen the radiator lady... I am very much intrigued.)

Romeo & Juliet has almost hit the stage... A prayer be said for all past, present, and future crew to step onto the stage... In light.
It is by no means my favorite Shakespeare. Yet, I wonder about the Queen Mab speech, it is so out of place...

Price: costy, levy, fee.

Fee is one letter away from Free. Oh, irony. (And yet... somehow not.)

In all honesty, studying the expense of food at various private schools in the area just isn't particularly interesting. If written properly, it could be a very popular article, seeing as the entirety of the student body is convinced they're being ripped off.
This maybe the the price paid for a more flexible system. Cheaper food comes with lunch being included in tuition, because there is no chance of money lost on food not being paid for.

Still little packages of cream cheese priced at 50¢ is still outrageous, and my only real bone to pick.

I wonder how to phrase it so as to give enough to the "righteous" indignation of the students that they will feel appeased that they are correct in their displeasure with the system, yet not offend the system in of itself and not get published at all.


But isn't that always how the administration functions?