Whereas Black People Have Names Like Carl

The Wood Brothers - What Will I Do?

Don't deceive me,
Please don't leave me.
What will I do
Without you
To see me through?

If you leave me,
Then you'll grieve me.
What will I do,
Yeah, without you
To see me through?

What will I do?
Say, "I'm all alone."
What will I do?
Where will I go?

How you please me,
When you squeeze me.
What will I do,
Yeah, without you
To see me through?

What will I do?
I'll say, "I'm all alone."
What will I do?
Where will I go?

I'm so crazy,
For my babe.
What will I do,
Yeah, without you
To see me through?

How can I appreciate love songs and blues so much when I have no love--and, therefore, no blues?

My diaphragm hurts from coughing.

Pray For Mojo

GOOD GOD I FEEL TERRIBLE TODAY MY THROAT IS SORE AND I'M COUGHING AND MY GAG REFLEX IS SUPERSENSITIVE MORE SO THAN USUAL SO WHEN I COUGH TOO LONG OR TOO HARD I START GAGGING AND THEN FEEL LIKE VOMITING PLUS I WOKE UP AT 8:30 AND WAS NEVER ABLE TO RETURN TO SLEEP SO I'M GOING TO SLEEP RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

FUCK!

An All-Painter Three-Way!

John Allison is an English-man who is worthy of your attention. His words and pictures will make you smile.

the is all floatful and remembering

Should--nay, must not happen.

With that said, here's maybe a survey of some kind in which you might possibly learn something about me, if the Maker wills it:

i am ... recently Mic (m-i-c) Earnshaw.
i want ... to think of something worth making up a story about.
i have ... four Sprite cans on my dresser and an empty Reese's Pieces bag.
i wish ... that I could write funnier sentences.
i hate ... Terrell Owens.
i miss ... Mrs. Wheeler's grade four class.
i fear ... the future. ('Our worrying is very broadminded,' says Charlie Brown.)
i hear ... Bruce Hornsby, currently--comin' at you from the great state of nineteen-ninety-eight! (Yeah, I just made that up. Who wants to take exception?)
i search ... on the Internet for attractive red-haired girls.
i wonder ... about G. B. Shaw's love life. Again, if you want to take exception, come get me.
i regret ... not getting a job for years and years and (currently running) years.
i love ... "different things, with intensity, and at different times." Damn, Adam, that is an excellent answer. My chief love is improvised music.
i always ... criticize myself.
i dance ... in my chair, or on the floor at a Medeski, Martin and Wood concert.
i sing ... 'Mandolin Rain/Brokedown Palace,' but not very well. (There's a high note in Mandolin Rain that even Bruce [Hornsby] has trouble with, but he at least can do it.) Also, Bruuuce's 'End of the Innocence. Also, the Wood Brothers. Also, Trey Anastasio. ETC.
i cry ... when my emotions are even slightly moved by anything--it's a serious problem, and one for which I put the blame on chronic fatigue.
i write ... well, but with nothing behind it. I'm a hack.
i win ... at Call of Duty, though not anymore.
i lose ... at real-time strategy games.
i confuse ... my mother. (It's sad.)
i need ... motivation.
i should ... maybe write down this poem that's floating around my mind.
my father thinks i am ... , uh, intelligent and succesful, but maybe he doesn't like my social/religious views?
my mother thinks i am ... like, a loser? L.O.L. (Her answer is ... 'kind, caring, and compassionate.')
my ex-girlfriend thinks i am ... um, a good friend, and maybe she/they never think(s) about me nowadays? That's probably it.
i am complimented for ... my writing style.
i get embarrassed when ... I have nothing (else) to talk about with someone.
it makes me happy when ... the Flecktones segue from 'Wipe-Out' back into 'Stomping Grounds,' or the Acoustic Trio segues from 'Down In the Swamp' back into 'Big Country,' or when anyone, anywhere plays (and sings) 'Aiko Aiko.' Also, when I listen to the Flaming Lips the predominant emotion could likely be called'happy.'
it upsets me when ... music won't download.
i keep a diary ... in a past tense, at one point or another. If this blog can be counted as a diary, then now is one the aforementioned points.
i like to cook ... pasta.
i have a secret i have not shared with anyone ... and I am not going to share now.
i'm in love ... "too many times per minute" Another excellent answer lifted from Adam. I'll say, 'with Edward Cummings.'
i set my watch a few minutes ahead ... when I wear a watch, maybe?
i bite my fingernails ... to and past the quick. It's terrible.
i believe in love ... period.
the weirdest person i know is ... I don't know, maybe Darrell? My 'people I know' have gotten weirder recently, for several reasons.
the loudest person i know is ... recently I've come to know some loud people.
the person that knows the most about me is ... I don't know if anyone really knows me personally. I'm sure that Adam knows the most about my artistic tastes and favourite sports teams/figures.
the most boring teacher ... would be one who just talks in a monotone.
my most overused phrase on IM is ... 'anyway,' although I say it in RL too. (Sigh.)
my best feature is ... my enormous ass. L.O.L.
the best inside joke i can think of right now is ... 'I GUESS!!!' or 'Why am I so *GLAD* to see you?'
i take a shower ... for literally dozens of minutes.
i'm crushing on ... like, every girl around me. I'm kind of in a bad space.
i want to get married ... maybe, at some point, if the stars align just right?
i am tattooed ... with paper developer, stop and fix.
i am pierced ... by the sling and arrows of outrageous fortune.
i am a health freak ... maybe when I'm on the exercise bike.
thunderstorms ... are fun to be outside in. No, really.

Thanks and acknowledgements go to Adam, Imageshack(tm), Cummings, and maybe some other people too but perhaps not so much.

Scott Shannon For Prime Minister

III

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

- E. E. Cummings, &

Apparently it's a 'no original thought' week-end.

I should probably do some homework, or something, instead of just reading my complete Cummings.

A Terrible, Soul-Crushing Depression; The Spectre of Clinicality

77

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
--i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
--i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

92

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- E. E. Cummings, 95 Poems

One of these poems is my father's favourite Cummings, the other is mine. Try to guess which one!

Of late I'm sickeningly, devastatingly bored.