post-post-secondary education

The only poetry I read anymore is email spam. Like this:

the accommodation at mall, yadgar chah, the observing in itself, but the computing of however, was shrewd enough to see that this carelessness, that listless manner burst out in a paroxysm of spectacles. So far i was well on the way to proving too much tea, and they always upset the servants..


Our honeymoon venue gets a mention at the top of the NYTimes website, unfortunately because it’s threatened by wildfires. Guess you can never go back.

In other news, we leave tomorrow for our mountain vacation, Colorado by way of Lake Tahoe and Wyoming. Does occasionally remembering to bring our own bags to the supermarket make up for the ho-jillian gallons of gas we’re about to burn driving our air-conditioned bubble across the American West?