Some Late Poetry
A Fibonacci poem, for your enjoyment:
There's
a
slight chance
I've been now wooed
by this strange new verse;
math and words beautifully collide.
Opposing gourd consumption since 2000.
A Fibonacci poem, for your enjoyment:
Last week, Rob and I drove to Arizona for my former roommate's wedding. One result of the 12-hour drive, each way, was a sort of deliriously loopy mood that developed in both of us. Rob became very excited at the idea of taking a photo alongside these dinosaur statues near Holbrook, Arizona. (I will say here that he is a very nice traveling partner and excellent tourist.) Frugal that we are, we chose not to pay the stinking overpriced admission fee to enter the park and take photos legally. Instead, we pulled off the interstate and squeezed under the barbed wire barricade, braving the thorns and burrs that would later lodge into the soles of our feet, in order to capture this lovely photo.
For the record, it is impolite to greet an acquaintance with,
Here's a neato survey I found today on The Black Girl's Guide To... It's called...
Maybe I should: clean the kitchen.