“A new poll found that 43 percent of Americans think President Obama is doing a good job at handling the B.P. oil spill. Of course, the same poll found that 43 percent of Americans hate pelicans.
And today at a press conference, Obama said that the government does not have better technology than B.P. That’s a nice thing to announce to the world, that our government has fewer resources than a company that tried to plug a hole with a ‘top hat.’
In fact, President Obama fired the head of the Mineral Management Services, because of lack of oversight of offshore oil rigs. It’s got to be tough finding another job after that. It’s like, ‘I see you were head of the department in charge of preventing oil spills? And this was during the huge oil spill?’ ‘Yeah, that’s right.’ ‘You may not be Wendy’s material.’”—
I’m happy with the people I’ve met and created friendships with, the ones that whose bonds I can not imagine myself without, and even the people who are just passing through. I feel like I take something from all of them and it helps shapes me. I only hope that I’m worthy enough to have a part of me impress on them.
To my closest friends, I appreciate them more than they may know.
“It is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn’t. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn’t read.”—Algernon, in The Importance of Being Ernest by Oscar Wilde. (via 52books)
Well, not in anything big of course. Just City College’s literary magazine, Promethean so technically I am published (on page 54!) . It’s copyrighted and everything =p. My poem was accepted and I just feel lucky that it was cause I know I’ve had better work.
But here it is:
I speak into those ears filled with cement That fail to hear the calls of help I’ve sent. Instead you start a storm I cannot beat And so my words come crashing at your feet. A tidal wave of heat sweeps up my neck. Your arctic eyes glance past my nasty wreck. I’m like a ship abandoned by the bay With me, you see no gold and walk away.