http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/ Eternal Itch Sat, 19 Jan 2008 16:15:01 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2008. http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html Sat, 19 Jan 2008 09:12:34 GMT I want to be a helicopter pilot! As in serious, burning desire. One day I'm going to own a Robinson R44. And I want to learn under Captain Halili. Now, lessons are P500k-P1 million. The R44 is $400,000. Hey, I don't foresee it happening soon. But someday. http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=9 http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html Tue, 06 Nov 2007 11:49:13 GMT I didn't realize how one decision could make you grow up phenomenally. A year ago my biggest concern was getting another dog or upgrading my OS and now it's all about savings, investments, and preparations all directed towards the big goal: to get married in 2010. A very realistic time frame I feel great about, owing to a strong gutfeel that everything will be Perfect. I'd get married earlier if I could, god knows my prudish mother is hounding me day and night to get married next year, for fear of my soul burning eternally in hell because of my lifestyle. But that is... (more) http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=8 http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/archive/7.html Thu, 18 Oct 2007 04:46:13 GMT I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have... (more) http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=7 http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html Wed, 10 Oct 2007 09:20:19 GMT I've tried to forget certain ghosts for years, thinking they had faded into the woodwork, but then things have a way of resurfacing, like figures in oil that have been painted over. They slowly bleed out, until one day they materialize right before your eyes and you realize that while some sins are negligible, others are not. When it came crashing down on me last week, I cried and cried for days. I don't know what or who for, maybe over the futility of words or gestures. Or maybe for everyone. What was heartbreaking was that though I had brought down all that grief, I was powerless to... (more) http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=6 http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html Wed, 10 Oct 2007 03:42:17 GMT Some excerpts from my students' poems. These CW 10 students can give majors a run for their money.Their progress is unbelievable. They were sprouting full-rhymes and end ryhmes about "my best friend forever, parting will come never" at the beginning of the semester. from a poem about a mother: "She makes me read Shakespearean playswhile waving a long stick to drawings set aflame.Then she goes about lightlymaking black fried eggs over blazing wood.Her stringed laughter extends to the neighborhoodas I lose a milk tooth she keeps track of." From a poem by the same student: "If in the... (more) http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=5 http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Tue, 25 Sep 2007 10:30:50 GMT http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=4 http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html Tue, 25 Sep 2007 10:29:51 GMT http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=3 http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html Tue, 25 Sep 2007 10:22:30 GMT http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=2 http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html Tue, 25 Sep 2007 10:18:43 GMT http://eternalitch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=1