A Dock And Some Riff Raff

Hello from a deserted town,

Jeff and I took a little break from this Kick”nates” blog. But i got some time and some things i would like to say so i thought this would be a worthy time to write. If you are still trying to figure out what “nates” is worry no more! Nates according to a nurse in training is another name for your butt cheek. So naturally all my friends with the name Nate have suffered from this recent discovery. Your job is to spread the Stoke. The term nates is “swiffering” the nation! (thanks to Dane Cook for that line)

So Ive gotten to do some reading lately. you may be asking, “Zack can read?” , yes he can. I was given this book last CHRISTmas by a dear ole friend. The Book, is humbly called God in the Dock, by C.S. Lewis. It contains 48 essays and 12 letters ranging from logic of theology to the role of women in church. The title’s meaning has been lost to modern culture. But back in the day a dock is the area a man would sit if he is on trial. Thus, God in the Dock is God on trial. so go pick up a copy and give it a read. you may want some advil, Lewis has been known to give me a few head aches.

Now onto some riff! We have a new band of the weekish! Ive been listening to them a lot as of late and put them on with out Jeff’s approval. Not the he would disapprove, i know he like the band but i just want there to be diversity in our music out put which is why i am BAND OF THE WEEKish PALOOZA!!! You guessed it two bands in one week!

With the previous paragraph summing up the riff. Attention must now be directed towards the raff!

Here is a poem i would like you to read, its called Dammit I’m Mad

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

Read it one more time let it sink in.

now that you have read this poem i would like to ask you if you know what a palindrome is? If you know then you are already doing this but if you dont i would like you to note that a palindrome is something that can be read backwards or frontwards and it spells the same thing. For instance “Anna”, “Hannah”, or “do geese see God?

This is the longest poetic palindrome ever written. and it was written by Demetri Martin.

Well this has been fun, let the record show that last night i successfully cut an M&M in half with a 6′ft bull whip. (jeff i hope you are laughing as hard as i am right now)

thank you and good night.

The Oxford Comma

A movement

If I were asked to describe the setting of the room in which I sit, I would have to go into such detail that it would undoubtibly ask for more than one sentence. So I will take the liberty, NAY!, the privilege to describe to you the last 13 minutes that have accumilated in Alan Dennis’ apartment. The air is warm and the light is dim as it is swallowed by darkness cascading in from the windows. There is a small humming comming from the fridge that is accompanied by a gleeful choir of guitars and conversations, together they make an audiotrack that many would relate to a cliche emo song, so i won’t bore you. One of the conversations that spurred from the “gleeful choir” was one between Jeff and I. A decision was made. A decision to make a movement. Jeff and I are removing the word Fall from our vocabulary. Not the word fall as in the unfortunate, but often funny side effect of gravity. No we are talking in terms of terms. Like semesters. Fall and Spring. Now that the subject of our so called movement has been identified, let us move on with due haste to the purpose and operation of this movement. Jeff and I have decided to replace Fall with Autumn. So when conversing about upcoming class, one would say, “have you signed up for Autumn classes yet?” We assume that this upgrade to one’s vocabulary would also exponentially increase their coolness, so that is why we shared this with the followers of the Ox. To increase coolness . Please dont take it as an insult if you think that you are already cool. The fact is… The Oxford Comma just want to have some influence in your life. So dont hate on the O, … instead hate on the system that made you too for school.

Its getting late and as you can see im too tired to spell check or proof read. But then again maybe im a good ole’ fasion artistic modernist. What that is it dont know but i doubt it can be bettered by anything other that the comfort of my bed. So im signing off, and leaving you with a raw and gramaticly desolate post.

grace and peace

- Zack