tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post3242136619552548381..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday September 7th, 2009Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-77288649236276989772009-09-08T22:36:38.641-07:002009-09-08T22:36:38.641-07:00Greg - thanks very much :)
That's a great fir...Greg - thanks very much :)<br /><br />That's a great first line to use. Wonderful image here:<br /><br />"Seaweed fingers tremble goodbyes,"<br /><br />g2 - first reaction: that's not really a song, is it?<br /><br />second reaction: haha, awesome.<br /><br />third reaction: this is my favorite line ""When in doubt," she said, "the answer's usually 42. I had it figured out this whole time.""<br /><br />Although the Yiddish bit was great too :)<br /><br />Catchy tune too.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-53919330530442948172009-09-08T02:47:56.232-07:002009-09-08T02:47:56.232-07:00Geek in the Pink, Jason Mraz
(I don't know how...Geek in the Pink, Jason Mraz<br />(I don't know how to link in text, so here's the link outright: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4X_AgLfpndM)<br /><br />"Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it," came the quiet suggestion from the back of the room. Everyone turned to look towards the center of the room, at the bright-eyed figure fiddling with the sleeve of her shirt of deep salmon. She glanced around the room at her peers as they muttered amongst themselves, finally giving their approval.<br /><br />She hopped down from her desk and stood before the white board, examining the equation. She paced, mumbling to herself, occasionally scribbling a figure on the side. It was a peculiar scene to the rest present, but if it was going to solve the problem they would've let her stand on her head and sing in Yiddish without bothering her.<br /><br />Finally she clapped her hands in an epiphany. In a flurry of marker she tore the equation apart, quickly dividing this, multiplying out that, and taking the square root of the other, until the previously-fearsome equation cowered, trembling, at the bottom of the board, reduced to mere two digits.<br /><br />Those in the room gasped in awe and wonder. The geek dusted off her hands, satisfied.<br /><br />"When in doubt," she said, "the answer's usually 42. I had it figured out this whole time."<br /><br />"Then why didn't you tell us?"<br /><br />She smiled, smoothing the sleeve of her pink shirt. "It's nice when one's assistance is requested every once in a while."<br />- - - - -<br />And that appears to be that.g2 (la pianista irlandesa)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11746312007846172620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-88212883970005500292009-09-08T00:36:18.951-07:002009-09-08T00:36:18.951-07:00That's beautiful, Marc! I know the song you&#...That's beautiful, Marc! I know the song you're referencing, and the words fit the sentiment conveyed by the music really well. I like the last couplet in particular.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Wrw-ojKZtE" rel="nofollow">Tom Waits: the ocean doesn't want me today</a><br /><br />The ocean doesn't want me today,<br />Green waves reject me and push me away,<br />Seaweed fingers tremble goodbyes,<br />And salt-water drips from my eyes.<br /><br />The ocean doesn't want me today,<br />It's told me quite clearly I must go away,<br />I walk back alone across the white sand,<br />Stuck on unwelcoming land.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com