To pay penny out of pocket for one’s powerchair

Just something to season your day.

And for chill music this evening…

Music for Spaceships; Written to 2/1

This is a rough draft poem, freshly created, inspired by listening to Brian Eno’s genius ambient song 2/1.

because the stars drummed–

If it wasn’t something I said,
or something I did,
or the lid on the stars, that kept
them from tumbling off the galaxy
then I was wrong, or I was sorry,
or we woke up in the wrong positions that morning,
with comet dust on our eyelashes,
or Dune spice in our stomachs.

If it wasn’t something I loved,
or something I hated,
it was just cold feet on the tile,
sneaking in the dark, glasses slipping
on the edge of my nose, or cracking,
under the weight of my toes
Then I was right, since man first
tamed the Dinosaur, in a myth or in a legend,

If it wasn’t something I made up,
or some lie you told my parents,
then it was me and you at the kitchen,
drying the dishes or
it was you from a view I saw from Saturn,
a speck of your body laid out on the pavement.

If it wasn’t your face in the sharpness of feeling
or if it wasn’t your voice I kept hearing,
then it was just a blue lightbulb, glassy,
while I read books it was illuminating.

If it was you,
or if it was someone else I was thinking,
if it was the music in airports
that I kept humming,
then it was a pink coat I was buying,
some pins I was picking, a purse I was taking,
Gloves I was sweating, a universe we were creating.

Midnight In The Rue Jules Verne

Woah, the room was spinning
the floor was bending
a red arrow racing, hissing—
to my heart beating beating
our hands shaking trembling,
my mind the color of cool kids
laughing pulling breathlessly loving
tearing, fighting, screaming
I HATE IT WHEN YOU—
Cutting each other off,
sulking mending scoffing
in dark sparkled pavement,
the rain beating beating falling
the color of cool kids puking
spinning dripping spiraling
your words biting, scarring,
ignoring your phone calls
ignoring ignoring
picking them up,
discussing, lulling, loving…
legs dripping, laughs wavering.

Make It New

Kylan, my roommate, showed this to me tonight and it’s pretty amusing.

In other news, this guy made a Rape Tunnel.  Not joking.  Enter the Rape Tunnel, For Art.

And I spent three hours writing a paper that wasn’t really what the teacher wanted.  Then I argued with Mike about it, and he told me he wouldn’t let anything, especially not a stupid paper, wedge our relationship apart.  How romantic.  Today, today, was not such a good day.

Happy reading,
E.S. Lundgren

Brilliant!

While I do admit to waking up at one today (after a wonderful sleep), I had great plans to start on my paper for Women In Russia , perhaps one of the most interesting classes one could ever take at the University of South Dakota.  We learn about amazing women in Russia (really), like Catherine the Great, who, when she threw her idiotic husband Peter III off of the throne, and took his place, decided to paint a portrait of herself on her horse Brilliant with a sword, a portrait oozing with masculinity.

On the subject of amazing women, Karen O with her head cut off dressed in a bad ass version of The Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland creates one of the coolest music videos I’ve seen in a great while.  Though Mike thinks the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s “It’s Blitz” wasn’t an album of great wonders, I have to admit that one of the gems on the album, Heads Will Roll, at least has an amazing video to back it up.  This video also tributes Michael Jackson, which is a bonus, it’s totally cool, as usual.

The Shopping Expedition

Vermillion South Dakota, has it seems, a quota of at least two of the same restaurants per 10,000 inhabitants, in fact, as I think about it, I would like to sum these coincidences up in an organized manner, because I am fond of lists.

Mexican Joints
Mexico Veijo
Ricardo’s

Italian Pasta Joints
Little Italy’s
Raziel’s

Asian Joints
Chae’s
The Silk Road

The Sit Down Restaurant Pizza Joints
Pizza Hut
R-Pizza

This was brought to my attention after dining at The Silk Road: Cafe earlier this evening in downtown Vermillion.  A very new establishment, it has taken up shop roughly two windows away from an already well-established “Asian cuisine” restaurant, Chae’s.  Having only been acquainted with downtown Vermillion for a couple months, it has already been approved by the small town, which ritualistically broke its front windows out last week, probably by freshmen.  These two near neighbor restaurants not only have the same waitress (she has perhaps allied herself with The Silk Road: Cafe, betraying Chae’s in the ultimate back-alley battle of the South Dakota Asian Cuisine Wars) but also features the same type of “Asian cuisine” as its neighbor.

Michael Gurney of Yankton Nurseries observed “Their differences are in the name, The Silk Road: Cafe, a Cafe is supposed to be smaller, with booths.”  And yes, there were perhaps a few more booths than Chae’s.

Many questions arise.  Are these two servers of “Asian cuisine” enemies?  Was the burning down of Chinatown on Cherry Street roughly two years ago an elaborate plot to make way for The Silk Road (because there can only be two like sit-down restaurants per 10,000 inhabitants)?  Will college students ever be able to afford “Asian cuisine” enough to have a real opinion about either establishment?

The answer: next time, Mister Smith’s.