Insincere people
who live in north Virgina:
that's the shallow South.
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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Five for Deliquency / In the D.C. Metro
His shirt displayed words.
Big letters: "Free hugs" it read.
On both front and back.
I followed this kid
up the old escalator.
I climbed to his step.
"How much are hugs, man?"
"Huh?" He blinked, confused. Then, snap!
"Oh! They're free! All right!"
We hugged each other,
less awkwardly than you'd think.
Temporary friends.
(This moment of life
Is proudly brought to you by
Cotton-poly blend.)
Big letters: "Free hugs" it read.
On both front and back.
I followed this kid
up the old escalator.
I climbed to his step.
"How much are hugs, man?"
"Huh?" He blinked, confused. Then, snap!
"Oh! They're free! All right!"
We hugged each other,
less awkwardly than you'd think.
Temporary friends.
(This moment of life
Is proudly brought to you by
Cotton-poly blend.)
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Curtain
As the curtain fell,
Marie picked up the flowers.
It was her last show.
Marie picked up the flowers.
It was her last show.
Labels:
audience,
celebrities,
haiku,
Haiku Wednesday,
writing
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Das Roter Stier
Guess where Red Bull's from.
You'd think America, right?
Nope. It's Austria.
You'd think America, right?
Nope. It's Austria.
Labels:
foreign sweets,
haiku,
Haiku Wednesday,
travel,
writing
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Found in Translation - Part 3
There's nothing super-wrong about this, grammar-wise (which is more than I can say for this sentence), but the enterprising individual or individuals who decided to market this gold mine phrase forgot that idioms don't always survive translation.

At first I assumed that "angle" was a misspelling of 'angel', but since I don't know what treating someone "like potato" means (not "a potato", mind you, just "potato"), I'm willing to admit that calling someone your angle means something that I don't know about. Perhaps it is the antithesis of potato.
At first I assumed that "angle" was a misspelling of 'angel', but since I don't know what treating someone "like potato" means (not "a potato", mind you, just "potato"), I'm willing to admit that calling someone your angle means something that I don't know about. Perhaps it is the antithesis of potato.
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