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today should be a national holiday

tomorrow too. for serious.

so my Final Four picks are Kansas, Louisville, Xavier and Memphis. Kansas v. Memphis in the final, with the Jayhawks winning it all. so: goooooooooooooo... er, Kansas? well, that's what it says here, so i guess i'll just go with it.

while we're here, here's reason #112 to vote for Obama: he filled out a bracket and Hillary didn't. (a Barack-et!) yeah, she had to "consult with" her husband, who (through a spokesperson) took a pass on making any picks. which is just so lame ass, on both their parts, for a variety of reasons. even McCain did one. McCain. i like to imagine him wearing a leather vest and hanging by his one good arm from a helicopter as it lifts him to safety after foiling some international super-villain's criminal plot, even though he's all old he's still smirking holding a knife between his teeth, and this evil mastermind is down below clenching his fist and yelling "McCaaaaaiiiiiiiin!!!!" all pissed. yeah, that cracks me up. serious, i am sitting here laughing.

Ol' 'bama's picks were pretty lame, though, gotta say. no real upsets in there. and he and McCain both picked UNC to win it. go figs.

hey, wouldn't that be a great mascot? the figs. the fighting figs. go fighting figs! and a giant fig newton for the mascot. serious, who wouldn't want to have a fig newton as their team's mascot? with a fierce expression on its flat figgy face: the fighting figs.

i'm not even joking. i actually honestly think this is a good idea. maybe even a great idea. or maybe i'm just giddy because it's tournament time. maybe i've been infected with the madness that happens only in march! whatever. the fighting figs will destroy you! McCaaaaaiiiiiiiin!!!!

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soul music after midnight

these days
professional sports is very interesting
these days
some people get rich and others eat shit and die

try not to think about it
observe
a complicated thing made simple
the way you look tonight
the rain
the puddles in your voice
don't want to end up too far away
running my fingers through my
springtime for sure
too far away don't want to fight
like a midnight text message
like a ray of sunlight
shining
an eclipse

what's in the news is of no
what's in the past
where's my coffee memories the taste of
don't want to get too close
the smell of garlic, the sizzle
makes no
fuck and every other word when i laugh
somewhere between the horizon and a hangover
but quiet
because of the black mirror
because of that jacket
that soul song
soul music after midnight

seek and ye shall
so far so
they say who
did what found what did who
these days
you

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reflections on a mote of dust

"We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

"The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

"Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."

- Carl Sagan

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navigate

i like to be in a room full of people standing still
and staring in the same direction
standing still and staring

i like to be where
heads nod and heads nod
together
in time we're standing still staring
there

hips and eyes lost in thought earplugs ideas
a hairdo, inertia
an entire moment, eyes lost in

blink

most of my friends really want to know what up with
most of my friends

drink, smile and navigate
somehow

it feels good to apply my mind
to something
think

apply yourself to finding out about
a Zappa quote
a certain

finding out about
what do you believe?

what up
too loud to text to say
here i am standing
still
staring

at which way to the
i like to be
listen

everyone should hear this harmonica solo
damn

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