Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
the open living room windows because the heat;s on too high in here, and I can't turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping the bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I've been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,
I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.
What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss -- we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep
Hey baby, that's a nice cleavage furrow, how about we introgress? I promise, no incomplete penetrance.
You're must be like a carbon molecule, 'cause every part of me wants to bond with you.
I'm attracted to you so strongly, scientists will have to develop a fifth fundamental force.
You must know Bernoulli's Principle, 'cause damn, you so fly!
You can put a Trojan on my Hard Drive anytime.
Say, isn't that Schoerdinger's Dress you're wearing? I don't suppose there's a chance that perhaps later on I might get to collapse your waveform?
...and the similar:
I'm like Schroedinger's cat, because every time you look at me, I die.
Wanna recombine our DNA?
I must have a Bunsen burner in my chest, 'cause darlin', my heart's on fire.
I'd like to find the area under your curves.
Yeah, yeah, I’ve read this already, you say. And it’s true: since the 80s, researchers have known that the “flavonoids” in dark chocolate can reduce blood pressure. But previous studies had only used massive amounts of flavonoids—equivalent to gobbling up several pounds of chocolate per day (which actually might not be all that improbable…..)
Anyway, this new study, released Tuesday at the American Heart Association conference in
Though these people had to be disqualified from the larger aspirin study, the researchers looked at their blood results anyway, and found a big surprise: even a little bit of chocolate reduces the time it takes for blood to clot in narrow arteries. But before you reach for the Hershey’s, there’s of course a but: This beneficial effect comes from chocolate’s cocoa, not its (equally tasty) butter or the sugar. So how much can we have? The researchers recommend about 2 tablespoons a day—but only of the dark stuff. Mmmmm.
"It's a brave new world, a world where the Constitution gets trampled by an army of terrorist clones created in a stem cell research lab run by doctors who sterilize their instruments over burning American flags. Where tax-and-spend Democrats take all your hard-earned money and use it to buy electric cars for National Public Radio and teach evolution to illegal immigrants. Oh! And everybody's high!"
For your titillation, here's the synopsis of one of the new books, On the Edge (pictured right):
Unknown NASCAR driver Adam Drake has some of the best moves Rebecca Newman has ever seen, both on and off the track.
But she can't afford to feel anything but respect for the new driver she's hired to pilot her race car. With the financial security of her team hanging in the balance and everyone in the series thinking she's nuts, the last thing she needs is lust getting in the way of logic. Too bad Adam has other ideas.
And the publisher's clever tagline for the new series?
"Falling in love can be a blur. Especially at 180 mph."