The Featured Post Blog

A collection of the featured posts as they appeared on mo'time

by: 120pages

We just listed the old house the house on the hill and now every day is groundhog day we wake up and put it in order and light the candles pull back the drapes water the flowers and get it ready to be looked at by strangers who will poke around in our closets and peer at my photos and leave real estate cards on the dining room table that ben spent a weekend refinishing.

it's just a building really just a frame but inside of it we - ben and I and little Miss Lu - inside of it we built a life a family a home. the bricks in the patio we made are over a hundred years old we bought them from a one-eyed anarchist on 135th street. the elephant tree we planted last year has leaves that smell like peanut butter.
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posted by: howard at 10:01 | link | comments |

by: timbyrnes

Anyway, through the magic of denial all's going well until he misunderstood a comment of mine and basically insulted me in my town, in front of my people who just sat there and let it hang in the air above the bacon and eggs.

For once, again, I wanted to keep the peace and let the conversation pick up again as if nothing had happened. I was fine until the next day, after having spent a sleepless night coming to the realization that I was getting screwed again by people who purport to love me. 'EVOL' has been in constant rotation since.    

I'm angry. About everything. This is nothing new and that's the saddest part. I am always angry. I hate. Nothing in particular. I just hate. And there's a violence in SY's music that attracts me. It's completely impotent, stylized whiny dramaqueen violence, but I am far too pretty to go to jail and, as a result, will not be assaulting anyone anytime soon with anything other that loud ugly music.    

Getting more hours at the job I know I should be happy. But all I can see is that I'm the guy who has to jump when they say jump.
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posted by: howard at 12:17 | link | comments |

by: Ladyinthemoon

The thing about being offline for a while... I didn't miss it at all at first because I was soooo busy! But then I did start to miss it all... the endless information at my fingertips... the daily dirty joke Amy sends me... and all the writings from all the great people here at Mo'Time. Even the ones I think are complete loons and should be locked away forever.

The thing is, I have so much to write.
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posted by: howard at 21:36 | link | comments |

by: reg_0813

Some words that are so unique and loaded in meaning. 

1. Achuchu (A-chu-chu). This refers to the pointless insincerities being said during long, involved conversations about nothing at all.

2. Ano (A-noh). The all-around, all-purpose word for everything.

(1) Pronoun in interrogation: Ano? (What)

(2) Noun: Where is your ano? (Where is your father / mother / dead-uncle's-second-cousin)

(3) Verb: Anuhin this. (Paint/kill/maim/castrate this.)

(4) Adjective: This is so ano. (This is so pretty / big / astounding.)

(5) Interjection: Ano! (What the hell!)

(6) Substitute for genitalia: Did you ano your ano?

The use of ano is quite dangerous for the untrained ear, and must be put into the proper setting. "Honey, the ano is too long, we have to cut it," must be accompanied by the proper understanding of the context, as results may be critical to a couple's future.
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posted by: howard at 10:16 | link | comments |

by: deannaketcheson

So the trip began with a with an emotional goodbye from Malaysia, as per usual for me. Then, a lack of sleep the night before, being a touch late checking in, and not having my girls there to help me creatively re-pack my bags, I admitted defeat immediately when I told told that I had to pay $105 CDN for excess luggage. Looks like no from souveniers from Korea... I then thought I'd take a few minutes to casually browse around a few shoe stores before heading down to the gate. Not a good idea. I seemed to forget that I had to go through immigration to exit Malaysia (and for the first time in my life, the line up really did require all those bloody zigzag ropes -- you know, the ones that seem to serve no purpose but to annoy people when you have to wind your way through the empty maze). Finally I was through with 12 minutes left before my flight..plenty of time. So I ambled along only to come to a shuttle train entrance...bugger, I forgot that I was still a train ride away from my gate! But, a train arrived fairly promptly and I arrived on the other side with about 4 minutes to go...plenty of time. I did, however, forget about the Boston Marathon-like distance that I had sprint to get to gate C37. Fortunately, they had those sidewalk escalators which served the dual purpose of helping me get to the gate quicker AND the loud noise of my carry-on suitcase echoing over the grates notified the staff in the distance that I was indeed coming for my flight. As the staff became closer and closer, I could make out their somewhat annoyed glares, their hands on their hips, their feet tapping, and their mouths tsk-tsking me. I really felt like a marathon runner catching a drink of water as I breezed by...as I approached the finish line, the staff grabbed my bags and stuffed them through security, shoved me through the security gate, ripped off my boarding pass, loaded my back up with my luggage once I was through and gave me one final push to the plane hallway. (I also kinda felt like a Michael Shumacher stopping for a check-up in a Formula 1 race ha ha...). I looked down at my watch -- one minute early...plenty of time. The flight was fairly uneventful and I arrived in Hong Kong airport for a two hour layover. You would think that I would have learned from my experience only a few hours prior to get to my butt to the gate in advance, however the free email stand got the better of me and once again I found myself sprinting for my flight. This time I felt kind of special when I heard the final boarding call for the final remaining passenger (not passenger-s) to board the plane (ie. me).
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posted by: howard at 12:03 | link | comments |