Sugar Packet Poem

Mmmmmm... Breakfast. Who doesn't love it. And what better to do after a delicious breakfast than to write on your sugar packet. This one is dedicated to Dan "Fingers" Shaw. Stuff, stuff, things & stuff!

The time to smile is well nigh upon me!

or..

?

I stood across from a construction worker on MUNI today. I noticed him when he began explaining to a young guy next to him, who was involved in a rather whiny phone conversation, that "there's no reason to worry about any of it if it's keeping a smile from your face."
Normally, I'd probably have taken him for a religious nut- that or just out cruising for young guys. But today he made me realize that I haven't been smiling a lot lately, and that smiling a lot is something I usually take for granted. He wished me luck on my econ. final as I got off the M, and though I'd forgotten about it by the time I'd bought my scantron and arrived at the classroom for 5 more minutes of cramming, I noticed as I finished the test that I couldn't resist grinning slightly at how much harder I'd made this exam out to be than it really was. Thanks hardhat guy.

Has the time come once again...

...To write upon my blog?

The answer is no, but I'm doing it anyways 'cause I'm an auto-contrarian. Also, in light of the fact that I've never seen a draft of "A Colossal Waste of Time: the Matt Dove Story," published or otherwise, I'm assuming that Jed just doesn't have enough material anymore, what with us living on opposite coasts and all. Well Jed, don't worry, your opus can now continue on it's long and arduous journey to completion.
Actually, I've been thinking about Jed the past few days while trying to grind out a paper on China's westward expansion and their "re-centralization" of ethnic minorities, specifically with regards to Tibet. I remember him once telling me that any attempt to adopt any part of another culture, regardless of how well meaning, is actually an act of violent assimilation. I must say though, I could violently assimilate a steaming bowl of mapo doufu right about now without even one iota of existential guilt.