Seriously now.
Everyday the whiskers grow
and get cut off
rinsed thoughtlessly down the drain
This done with the same care
as picking a shirt with not too many wrinkles
and remembering the belt
The same tired, hurried traffic shuffle
on and in through door upon door
switches flicked by the automaton
I've become.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
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8 comments:
no fair
aurora beat me to it :)
Yet, a robot can't do all of that with your quickness. So you see, you're still up with the times.
:)
You've captured the mundane purpose-less (probably not a word) of the daily grind. A rich depiction of a simple task made drudgery by its chronic repetition. Wonderful post!
like the beard theme :)#
qn - sometimes I check up on robotics progress at MIT - getting better, but you're right, still a way to go
nick - purposeless (~757K hits) and purposelessness (~112K hits) surprisnigly populate the googlesphere (probably not a word, but 795 hits all the same). Love your work on The Quotable Me (as well as the others).
and 274 hits for surprisnigly...
Hey Steve, need to keep a beard trimmed, no difference. As far as becoming, I guess we have!
get out, now. go fishing steve! or golfing or whatever...go.! free thy beard!
pat - more became than becoming, i suppose:) thanks for the beard insight! :)#
cape - great suggestions! time to do something!! :)
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