muchas grassy ass

thanks to b kuhl, wendell gee, robbie dudie, and jenn's dad for leaving me a "happy birthday" voicemail yesterday.

i'm still waiting for a call, or at least an email, from my expatriot homeboy timmy dudie. boy, i tell you - i go out on a cold afternoon with a raging sinus infection, drag my ass to the pawn shop to get a calling card so i can call him in germany and wish him a happy 32nd birfday... and this is the thanks i get!? the nerve.

my favorite gift? a pair of crocs. godawful ugly, but so comfy.

literary moment of the day:

wild geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair,
yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting...
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

-mary oliver