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Poem for Friday


Jacksonville, Vermont
By Jason Shinder


Because I am not married, I have the skin of an orange

that has spent its life in the dark. Inside the orange
I am blind. I cannot tell when a hand reaches in

and breaks the atoms of the blood. Sometimes

a blackbird will bring the wind into my hair.
Or the yellow clouds falling on the cold floor are animals

beginning to fight each other out of their drifting misery.

All the women I have known have been ruined by fog
and the deer crossing the field at night.

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Not a lot to report...really, I'm not sure where Thursday morning went! I did some fiddling with photos -- I have a Shutterfly coupon for a photo book that's only good till the end of the month, but it seems hopeless to think I'll get everything uploaded, sorted, organized and captioned by then. Ate leftover Thai food for lunch, helped younger son with his science homework, did a bit of reading, had dinner with my parents who have professional obligations on Friday night; mom brought in Chinese food and apaulled made apple crisp out of the apples we picked last weekend, yum. Speaking of which, here are some photos of the actual apple picking and related equipment!















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Watched the season premiere of Smallville, which on the one hand will never again be the show I adored several years ago, but on the other hand had some pleasant surprises in the opening credits. Green Arrow is going to be a regular! And Lana is not! Or maybe she is, since I don't think anyone believes she's really gone, but she wasn't in the opening credits and that made me happy -- maybe Lois and Chloe will finally get their turn to shine! I'm ambivalent about the new woman who's running Luthercorp in Lex's absence -- my entire family said "Sarah Palin!" -- but anyone who calls Lois on wearing a fantasy porn French maid outfit instead of, you know, an actual maid outfit deserves a bit of credit. And "I'm as much a secretary as you are a French maid. So you like to play dress-up?" while fondling Lois's collar? Hee! I like Canary and Aquaman, am very happy to see Justice League stuff emerging, can't figure out what they're thinking with Chloe -- now she's an X-File as well as a magical healer? But maybe she'll get to put on a form-fitting homemade costume and lead a double life soon, too.

And I really like Lois and Clark together -- they've always had way more chemistry than Clark and any other woman on the series -- but I must admit that I found it very touching how Oliver just wouldn't let Clark go, and finally bought him in Russia -- oh the fic possibilities. Kind of sad that the good old days with Lex didn't even factor in when Clark's life flashed before his eyes, but hey, maybe that was the Martian manhunter's fault. I'm still sad Martha is no longer around, but I won't miss the farm, and hey...Clark is still going on about Lex, even if it's in an ostensible "must protect my secret!" sense. Ended my evening by watching Star Trek to review on Friday. And I try not to get overly excited about political polls because I think they're mostly useless -- insanely small sample, and doesn't take into account possible regional vote-tampering and other shenanigans -- but the news made me smile anyway. *g*
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