It's the year-end monthly meme.

[jackshoegazer]

First sentence from the first post of every month in the year of some people's Lord two-thousand and seven.

January:  "It is the first of January, which for some odd reason marks the beginning of a new year on our calendar."

February:  'I totally pussied out of cooking dinner tonight and got carry-out from The Taj."

March:  "Today I drove a woman home from the hospital."

April:  "I finished P.D. James' The Children of Men."

May:  "I have made a separate journal for my taxicab adventures."

June:  "Ethan has one last week of school and then it's oh-glorious summer vacation."

July:  "Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government."

August:  "Eventually, everyone involved was very unhappy with the flyer for the camp out rave and so I quickly redid it in about a day and a half."

September:  "Today, I have to do my first bit of homework."

October:  "If I listen closely, I can hear the subtle roar of the highway nearby."

November:  "To quote Arthur Dent, 'This must be Thursday.  I never could get the hang of Thursdays.' "

December:  "Winter has arrived in full force."

This doesn't speak much of my year.  I think last year's summary was better.

Comments

[protodisco.livejournal.com]

that's my favorite LJ icon i've ever seen. Well, along with the icon that my brother made for my old journal that was just an extreme close-up of a butthole. That was pretty awesome too. But awesome in a different way. Way to go.

Thanks.

[jackshoegazer.livejournal.com]

It's the inscription on my iPod, from a Charles Bukowski poem, 60 yard pass.

most people don't do very well and I get discouraged with
their existence, it's such a waste: all those
bodies, all those lives
malfunctioning: lousy quarterbacks, bad waitresses, in-
competent carwash boys and presidents, cowardly
goal-keepers
inept
garage mechanics
bumbling tax accountants and
so forth

yet

now and then

I see a single performer doing something with a
natural excellence

it

can be
a waitress in some cheap cafe or a 3rd string
quarterback
coming off the bench with 24 seconds on the clock
and completing that winning
60 yard pass

which lets me believe that
the possibility of the miracle is here with us
almost every day

and I'm glad that now and then
some 3rd string quarterback
shows me the truth of that belief
whether it be in science, art, philosophy,
medicine, politics, and/or etc.

else I'd shoot all the lights out of
this fucking city
right now

Re: Thanks.

[protodisco.livejournal.com]

booya. thats awesome. i actually sort of long run hate bukowski (short run love him), but that is a really good poem, and that line is really....i don't know. puts me in a weird place. sometimes single lines do that. like hubert selby jr's "it/ll be better tomorrow", which they actually named a documentary about him after....yikes.

and it's just...anyone could say that, but when it's written down...juxtaposed with the inherent darkness of selby's work...fuck.

we should start a website and i have no idea what it would be about, but it could have all sorts of fucked up art things on it. i really dig your style, which i've only really seen in your icons.

[teresalu.livejournal.com]

Cool meme. I think I'll try it too~

[jackshoegazer.livejournal.com]

May it bring you much happiness and comments!