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i have measured out my life with coffee spoons

I dreamed last night that I was reciting The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock to a group of newspaper writers. They were supposed to interpret the meaning of the poem and write about it in their newspapers. The poem meant something different to each one of them, and I was frustrated because not one of their interpretations had anything at all to do with the poem itself, but with whatever the writer’s opinion was on some issue he/she was already covering in their paper.

Eventually the writers all started whispering:

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo

over and over like a mantra, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I told them that while it was nice they memorized those lines in high school and could still repeat them, the real heart of the poem was in the lines

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

Though I did not recite all of that in the dream out loud, I assume, as I had to go look up the last two lines to that stanza just now.

I know where part of this dream came from.

Last night during the Emmy Awards, Steve Martin presented Tommy Smothers with a 40 year overdue Emmy for his work on the Smothers Brothers show. Pretty nice, right?

Smothers came up on the stage to accept his award and I waited for a poignant, if funny, speech in which Smothers would be grateful for finally getting the Emmy he deserved.

Instead, he launched into a political diatribe.

It doesn’t matter to me what that diatribe was about or whether or not I agree with him. What matters is that was really such an inappropriate time and place for him to say what he did. Yes, I know the point of the whole thing was that he didn’t receive an Emmy 40 years ago because he was so outspoken and I guess he was proving a point now. It seemed like he was saying “fuck you” when he should have been saying “thank you.”

I just don’t like random politics in my entertainment, whether I agree with whatever celebrity is spouting off his innermost thoughts or not. And while I’m sure Smothers is getting a slew of virtual high fives today all over the internet, I’m writing him off as just another self-absorbed entertainer who thinks the world is his very own stage.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufock.


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on legal speed, the american way


I found these things at 7-11. They are free. They keep them with all the coffee stuff. You know, where the people who don’t like coffee-flavored coffee spend two hours trying to decide if they want vanilla syrup or chocolate powder or amaretto cream in their mixture of half decaf and half blackberry roast coffee. It’s coffee, people. Not dessert.

Anyhow, we went to 7-11 yesterday. I got coffee, Todd got a Pepsi Big Gulp. And we both put a shot of this Stok stuff in our drinks just to see what it was like. We’re both sort of caffeine addicts, so free, extra caffeine in our drinks – that’s like telling a crack addict they invented a new crack that gets you twice as high for the same amount of money. Bring it on! Ok, maybe we put two shots each in our drinks.

To be honest, I thought I wouldn’t see any results. I figure this was just another one of those XTREME! marketing ploys and we’d drink our caffeine as normal and go about our jittery lives. But no. We both felt it. And it was good. It was a nice, caffeine buzz. No jitters, no shakes, none of that ugly feeling like my hair is standing on end that I used to get back when I did illegal things to get this kind of buzz.

Todd had pocketed about six containers of the stuff to bring home. When I said I would put one in my coffee in the morning, he immediately scooped up the containers and said something like “STAY AWAY FROM MY CRACK, WOMAN! GET YOUR OWN DRUGS!” Yea, it’s that good.

I have found a new elixir to get me through Monday. I just put one in my morning coffee and I’m going to 7-11 before work to throw one or two or three in my late morning coffee.

Like with all good drugs, I’ll develop a tolerance for it pretty quick and the novelty will wear off. But for now, my coworkers are probably going to want to put me in a straight jacket before the day is over.

Oh, the title of this post is from the Lagwagon song, Mr. Coffee. My theme song!

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