The last of the nine schools Planet applied to just passed its verdict and fuck Oberlin, Lorain's a hellhole anyway, but Yay! Planet! who got into more than she didn't and got into the ones it would have stung not to. Of those that said no, I think only the Maine school hurt a bit, though they were the nicest saying no of the bunch and the news came after truly good news. I think the process worked because (a) I'm a self-rationalizing bastard who thinks you a fucktard you say no to my daughter and (b) the schools I liked best anyway all said yes and (c) the schools I sincerely think Planet will grow best at all said yes. We drive to St Mary's College Monday for its Accepted Student Day to let them try to convince Planet. Good luck with that.
Hey! Did you know Washington DC has a professional soccer team!
It's true, and the answer to my question re: Where's Branko? has been answered! He showed up to camp fat and lazy and was benched and now management has put out the word Branko showed up fat and lazy.
Bet we see Branko in Bermangoyd this coming Wednesday when United plays Phunion in a play-play-play-in USOC game. This guy bought four tickets, I bought three, one for me, one for Seat Six, one for Planet, who swears she's going but who also just
A United ticket agent emailed me thanks for buying, and I wrote back:
A word to the wise - someone at DCU might want to find out if Philly supporters clubs are busing down for the game and, if yes, keep them on the side of the field next to the building - Barra and Eagles are on the opposite. Not saying there's gonna be trouble, just saying why create a situation where trouble might happen. Probably not a good idea to have them standing next to each other.
Nothing will probably happen, but considering what assclowns will be policing SoccerPlex and considering what fans pour out of tour buses after a four hour ride pouring beer down their gullets and considering they're phucking Philly phucks, shouldn't someone in, um, authority, at least think about it?
Here there was going to be three paragraphs on bleggalgazing, authority, power, resistance in Blegsylvania, but because I love you and because I love me more, instead have this blog's Official Bleggalgazing Anthem then some links and the always necessary poem.
- Tax the rich or face revolution?
- The collapse of globalization?
- Mad in America.
- Why Liberals are lame.
- Motherfucking pigs.
- The Conservative States of America.
- Eyes on the cruise missile.
- Everything old is new again.
- Who gives a crap?
- Guess the nation.
- Census maps.
- Seizure World!
- More on Silver Line names.
- Serendipitously found yesterday, or: Heh! in Stringtown Blegsylvania:
- The uselessness of literature.
- Literary talent vs baseball talent.
- Kavan again. There was a blogflurry about Ice a two, three years ago. Read it. Better than meh, less than wow.
- Looking at music.
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll wake up and find the lowly nearby, a handy focus and reminder, a ready measure of my significance, the voice by which I would be heard, the wills, the kinds of selfishness I could freely adopt as my own: but though I have looked everywhere, I can find nothing to give myself to: everything is magnificent with existence, is in surfeit of glory: nothing is diminished, nothing has been diminished for me: I said what is more lowly than the grass: ah, underneath, a ground-crust of dry-burnt moss: I looked at it closely and said this can be my habitat: but nestling in I found below the brown exterior green mechanisms beyond the intellect awaiting resurrection in rain: so I got up and ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe: I found a beggar: he had stumps for legs: nobody was paying him any attention: everybody went on by: I nestled in and found his life: there, love shook his body like a devastation: I said though I have looked everywhere I can find nothing lowly in the universe: I whirled though transfigurations up and down, transfigurations of size and shape and place: at one sudden point came still, stood in wonder: moss, beggar, weed, tick, pine, self, magnificent with being!