Friday, May 11, 2007

Poem for Friday


Primitive
By Sharon Olds


I have heard about the civilized,
the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest,
rational. But you and I are
savages. You come in with a bag,
hold it out to me in silence.
I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it
and understand the message: I have
pleased you greatly last night. We sit
quietly, side by side, to eat,
the long pancakes dangling and spilling,
fragrant sauce dripping out,
and glance at each other askance, wordless,
the corners of our eyes clear as spear points
laid along the sill to show
a friend sits with a friend here.

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Not a lot to report for Thursday. I had a quiet morning shuffling papers and listening to John Barrowman at the Kennedy Center's Millennium Stage from 2002, then I had lunch and conversation about TV, politics and travel in the UK with at La Madeleine (I don't care how many grams of fat are in their tomato bisque, it's worth it) and wandered into AC Moore Arts & Crafts, where I got some really cheap beads and jewelry findings and a $3.75 long-sleeve blue shirt.

The TrekToday site owner's student film was nominated for a student Academy Award, so he was off celebrating, meaning the only news that got covered was J.J. Abrams threatening to put Keri Russell in Star Trek XI (she'll go so well with Greg Grunberg and Jennifer Garner...maybe the three of them will play Kirk, Spock and McCoy, since Abrams' other favorite, Tom Cruise, apparently isn't available). And watched "Haven" to review on Friday -- an episode that held up much better than memory, for a change -- and Smallville, which gets positive points for giving Lois lots to do and giving Chloe a decent amount to do and having Lionel present, but negative points for Lex in the role of Emperor Palpatine and a phrase about Martha's political future that I said to several minutes before Chloe said it to Clark.

Love Helo aka Tahmoh Penikett as poor Wes, and love Lois recognizing him because she kissed him the night he got his scar, though we'd already met his wife under such terrible circumstances that I figured he was a goner. Some nice Lois and Clark moments -- Lois suggesting he just wants her to stay at the farm so he can catch her in the shower again, while Mom gives Clark the Look! If Mrs. Kent goes to Washington, who's going to keep an eye on Clark and whoever he brings home to have sex? At least hopefully it won't be Lana, since Lex is spying on her constantly. It is just impossible to like anything about Lex these days, even if I can't quite root for Lionel (who seems far too oblivious to what's going on under his company name) or Lana (who has apparently decided she trusts Clark completely now that she's married to someone else, and is telling him everything even though he's still not telling her much).

I did like the momentary political relevance when Clark said Wes just wanted to serve his country but ended up a pawn, which Martha tells him happens more often than he might think. Kind of sad that patriotism is now a mark of naivete, but with Clark, most loyalties are blind. How Lionel arranged things so that a freshman congressman will take over a senatorial seat is something I'd like to know...I guess she's no less qualified than Mary Bono was to take over Sonny Bono's seat and the like, but it seems to me like they're shuffling Martha off the program, and if they shuffle Martha off, they might shuffle Lionel off, and I will never get my nasty Lionel/Martha sex, and in general it's a bummer. Particularly since Lex is now busy preparing for Attack of the Clones and Oliver's not around. Sigh.










The Nielsen ratings people have offered me $50 a month to let them track my internet usage. I'm trying to decide whether the lack of surfing privacy, which I sort of assume I don't have anyway (am sure there must be hidden cookies, spyware, etc. I missed) is worth the trade-off, since they swear they are only interested in me as a statistical sample and not if I'm reading porny fan fiction in one window while doing work-related research in another.

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