August 2006

Gaza Stripp/אני לדודי ודודי לי

moocowinthecity 2006-08-31 No Comments

Subject: Gaza Stripp/אני לדודי ודודי לי

Date: Thursday 8/31/06 2:49:00 AM

Music: The Night Winds Blowing

Tags: writings: poetry

Gaza Stripp

Like no other, I will love you, I will take you, I will hold you. I will feel you, I will touch you, I will redeem you, as we make the way up the steps to my apartment/my bedroom. This Palestinian beauty finding himself a stranger in a strange land. His jeans riding low while his fuck lines ride high; six foot four, jet black hair and olive tanned skin and eye lashes which paint the morning dawn. His two hands feeling every inch of my body as we lean against the door and give my neighbors a show/his hands come in from behind and as his chin comes down over my shoulder his lips trace behind my ear which he bites as he slaps my ass and whispers to me “tonight is going to hurt” and when the door opens he pushes me into the bedroom as he says “tonight I’m going to make you mine/you’re going to take it like a man” with a flicker in his eye.

אני

On the bed he straddles me, my back on the mattress:my eyes looking towards the heavens. Leaning over me, his semi-short hair drapes before his piercing black eyes, lying underneath him I feel his faithful fifth limb begin to rise/he grabs the back of my head, fingers laced through my hair as his tongue invades my mouth and his lips crash against mine as my hips begin to gyrate and our bodies begin to become a wave of human hormones, emotion and sweat/his hand begins to creep ever lower as he squeezes my package and presses up against me, his jeans rubbing up against me, my back arches with pleasure and pain as his hips check me back onto the bed while with one dexterous hand he removes his shirt revealing his glimmering six pack, now dripping with sweat.

לדודי

As the torah says thou shall not lie with a man like thou lies with a woman and we’re not: as he’s moving through me and the moonlight fills the room with a grey-blue glow I know that he’s treated no woman lover as he’s treating me; loving me like a man loves a man not like a man loves a woman and whatever he does I don’t want it to stop as his lips attach to mine and he sucks the air out of my chest and we begin to breathe through each other and I stare up at his eyes:I feel complete with him inside and around me and we continue this pace until we reach the height of pleasure and as we slow down both worn out from our midnight tryst and shower up we prepare to lie on sheets made of linen as the night-winds blow.

ודודי

We fall into dreams of angels and desert sands which are as foreign to me as the tundra is to this man of whom I call my own/he encircles me from behind, his body wrapped around mine, his arms over me, wrapping me in tight and his legs holding my feet between him as his chin rests on my shoulder we find peace between ourselves as we go off to sleep as he mutters in his native tongue all the words which I can understand as we enter a world where the two of us exist as one.

לי

Gaza Stripp/אני לדודי ודודי לי

moocowinthecity 2006-08-31 No Comments

Subject: Gaza Stripp/אני לדודי ודודי לי

Date: Thursday 8/31/06 2:49:00 AM

Music: The Night Winds Blowing

Tags: writings: poetry

Gaza Stripp

Like no other, I will love you, I will take you, I will hold you. I will feel you, I will touch you, I will redeem you, as we make the way up the steps to my apartment/my bedroom. This Palestinian beauty finding himself a stranger in a strange land. His jeans riding low while his fuck lines ride high; six foot four, jet black hair and olive tanned skin and eye lashes which paint the morning dawn. His two hands feeling every inch of my body as we lean against the door and give my neighbors a show/his hands come in from behind and as his chin comes down over my shoulder his lips trace behind my ear which he bites as he slaps my ass and whispers to me “tonight is going to hurt” and when the door opens he pushes me into the bedroom as he says “tonight I’m going to make you mine/you’re going to take it like a man” with a flicker in his eye.

אני

On the bed he straddles me, my back on the mattress:my eyes looking towards the heavens. Leaning over me, his semi-short hair drapes before his piercing black eyes, lying underneath him I feel his faithful fifth limb begin to rise/he grabs the back of my head, fingers laced through my hair as his tongue invades my mouth and his lips crash against mine as my hips begin to gyrate and our bodies begin to become a wave of human hormones, emotion and sweat/his hand begins to creep ever lower as he squeezes my package and presses up against me, his jeans rubbing up against me, my back arches with pleasure and pain as his hips check me back onto the bed while with one dexterous hand he removes his shirt revealing his glimmering six pack, now dripping with sweat.

לדודי

As the torah says thou shall not lie with a man like thou lies with a woman and we’re not: as he’s moving through me and the moonlight fills the room with a grey-blue glow I know that he’s treated no woman lover as he’s treating me; loving me like a man loves a man not like a man loves a woman and whatever he does I don’t want it to stop as his lips attach to mine and he sucks the air out of my chest and we begin to breathe through each other and I stare up at his eyes:I feel complete with him inside and around me and we continue this pace until we reach the height of pleasure and as we slow down both worn out from our midnight tryst and shower up we prepare to lie on sheets made of linen as the night-winds blow.

ודודי

We fall into dreams of angels and desert sands which are as foreign to me as the tundra is to this man of whom I call my own/he encircles me from behind, his body wrapped around mine, his arms over me, wrapping me in tight and his legs holding my feet between him as his chin rests on my shoulder we find peace between ourselves as we go off to sleep as he mutters in his native tongue all the words which I can understand as we enter a world where the two of us exist as one.

לי

The Birthday Wish List

moocowinthecity 2006-08-29 No Comments

Subject: The Birthday Wish List

Date: Tuesday 8/29/06 3:01:00 AM

For the past few years I’ve been sending my Mom my birthday wish list of things that are pretty much impossible to get, adding on a new number for the age I’m turning…this years Wish List:

1. World Domination, I PROMISE I’ll be a benevloent despot…it’ll be great…Foam Party Fridays!

2. The midget marching band just for one day to follow me around…this is the Third year I’m asking for the Midget Marching Band, btw.

3. The Presidency (let’s be honest, if we’ve learned anything over what will soon be the last 8 years now, it really IS for sale)

4. My own pet cow (I’m sure Uncle Bruce could part with Spotty Jr. for a fair price) *Cow must be living…not from Uncle Bruce’s Freezer.

5. A trail named after me on Okemo Mountain (Matt’s Trax I think could work)

6. I still think having my face laser engraved on the moon would be neat, despite Judi’s contention that Jews aren’t allowed in space.

7. A walk on role in Family Guy or Southpark (animated me, obviously) or my own series on Comedy Central (with a two year contract).

8. For Fox News to be taken off the air (I can’t stand their condescending asshatery)

9. A P.O. Box in Guam with Free Mail Forwarding…that way I can say “oh, send it to my Guam address…”

10. A Baby Wombat (Think…home security).

11. A Pony (not…to have a pony JUST to have a pony, just in real terms…I think owning and maintaining a pony is cheaper than owning and maintaining a car…I just don’t know exactly how I’d register said pony with UB Parking to get my hang tag…make, model…license plate?) and AAA might have some issues when I need a tow.

12. A warning label on every Solaris Video tape to be rented or sold saying “warning, contains gratuitous scenes of George Clooney’s Ass…rent at own risk”

13. Ring Side Seats at the Tari vs. Baboon Kick Boxing Match (which should be shown live on Pay Per View)

14. Hurling Day

15. A Manatee named after me (after all, they ARE the cows of the sea)

16. Iwan.

17. Self Washing Laundry

18. For that matter, Self Washing Kitchen

19. A Front Porch…I don’t need the house to go with it…just a Front Porch. I like my apartment…I just figure we can put it in the courtyard infront of my apartment and we can sit on rocking chairs and drink beer as we watch the sun go down…on our Front Porch…actually, that really bitchy neighbor across the street has a nice one…you, a saw…ninja outfit…it’ll take you five minutes to borrow it.

20. A Human Sized, Giant, Rubber Chicken (Body Pillow Size?)

21. A Tour of Smitty’s Pretzel Factory…and private lessons in Pretzel Making from his wife…who has no hands…yet still hand makes her own, world famous, pretzels.

22. 20 Midget Pirates to follow me around for a day going “Arr!” and “Avast!”…eye patch required on some not all, pirate dress required…professionalism encouraged.

I think if I had to choose one, I’d go for #20…I think a human sized rubber chicken…would be totally rocking.

Classes Start Today!

moocowinthecity 2006-08-28 No Comments

Subject: Classes Start Today!

Date: Monday 8/28/06 1:59:00 AM

I only have one class on Mondays though, but it’ll be great to get back into the swing of things (and it was so good to see most of my friends at the BBQ yesterday)…there’s a hot, hot, hot new guy from the Middle East…and I knew as soon as I looked up and saw him, and I walked up to him, introduced myself and *BAM* there was a hot guy with a hot accent…now…we just need a gay one…I know they exist.

Speaking of, let’s just address something for a moment, shall we.

People who tell me to lower my standards really piss me the hell off. Let me be perfectly clear on this, if I say I plan on dating an underwear model with one or two or a few Ph.Ds, an amazing personality and who knows how to fix cars but is actually really down to earth and mellow and just happens to love standard poodles…guess what, I have full faith in myself that I’ll be able to find him, not have to compromise on looks or personality, and date him.

Will I find him immediately? No, probably not…at some point, Yes (that is, unless somewhere on the hunt, something better or novel comes my way)…of course finding a hot, middle eastern, underwear model, with one Ph.D. an amazing personality who knows how to fix cars, likes standard poodles and is somewhere between six foot and six foot nine might seem difficult (I don’t actually know if they have underwear models in the middle east so we can just put that as a potential profession)…and there are SOME things you can compromise on (like okay, so they don’t have to be Middle Eastern…just tan or olive skin), but what I’m getting at is that people who are hot and/or who are celebrities date people all the time (they’re not robots…well, most of them) and they have to date someone: if they have an award winning personality and aren’t a complete fuckwit (see: Tom Cruise, Mel Gibson, et. al) why not you? You’re worth it folks! You’re the only you, live it up!

Oh, and in all seriousness here are the schools I’m applying to for Grad School (thus far). I’ve decided to go for my Masters before my Ph.D. (the longer I can drag this out, the better) that said:

1. University at Buffalo (I really do love it here)

2. University of North Carolina: Chapel Hill (I have some ins, some recommendations from people down there who taught at the university and want me to go there and are influential there and I think it might be a really neat change…I don’t know if I’m ready for The South and I don’t know if The South is ready for me but I do think it would be a great way to dispel a lot of the stereotypes that I’ve grown up with as a Northerner and/or Damn Yankee and see some cool stuff).

3. Harvard (Yes, Yes I really *DO* have those kind of balls). Do I think I can get in, you know what…I’ve done a lot of stuff that other people haven’t that’s…well, very different…not that I could afford it if I got in, I just think it’d be REALLY neat to hang the acceptance letter on the wall.

If I get rejected, I may chuckle to myself…and then go get that sucker laminated, matted and framed, as a memento to hang on my wall (I have a weird and twisted sense of humor). I’ll hang it up right next to the Nobel Peace Prize and the Pulitzer I’m expecting later on in life and be like “well well, shows what they knew” – you think I’m kidding…I’m not…I’ve even picked out the frame and matting for when the letter comes.

If I got accepted though, I think I’d laugh…hard…then update LJ…then call Mom…then laugh harder.

Anyways, time to make some Rice Pilaf for lunch tomorrow, then bed =D

Peace.

Classes Start Today!

moocowinthecity 2006-08-28 No Comments

Subject: Classes Start Today!

Date: Monday 8/28/06 1:59:00 AM

I only have one class on Mondays though, but it’ll be great to get back into the swing of things (and it was so good to see most of my friends at the BBQ yesterday)…there’s a hot, hot, hot new guy from the Middle East…and I knew as soon as I looked up and saw him, and I walked up to him, introduced myself and *BAM* there was a hot guy with a hot accent…now…we just need a gay one…I know they exist.

Speaking of, let’s just address something for a moment, shall we.

People who tell me to lower my standards really piss me the hell off. Let me be perfectly clear on this, if I say I plan on dating an underwear model with one or two or a few Ph.Ds, an amazing personality and who knows how to fix cars but is actually really down to earth and mellow and just happens to love standard poodles…guess what, I have full faith in myself that I’ll be able to find him, not have to compromise on looks or personality, and date him.

Will I find him immediately? No, probably not…at some point, Yes (that is, unless somewhere on the hunt, something better or novel comes my way)…of course finding a hot, middle eastern, underwear model, with one Ph.D. an amazing personality who knows how to fix cars, likes standard poodles and is somewhere between six foot and six foot nine might seem difficult (I don’t actually know if they have underwear models in the middle east so we can just put that as a potential profession)…and there are SOME things you can compromise on (like okay, so they don’t have to be Middle Eastern…just tan or olive skin), but what I’m getting at is that people who are hot and/or who are celebrities date people all the time (they’re not robots…well, most of them) and they have to date someone: if they have an award winning personality and aren’t a complete fuckwit (see: Tom Cruise, Mel Gibson, et. al) why not you? You’re worth it folks! You’re the only you, live it up!

Oh, and in all seriousness here are the schools I’m applying to for Grad School (thus far). I’ve decided to go for my Masters before my Ph.D. (the longer I can drag this out, the better) that said:

1. University at Buffalo (I really do love it here)

2. University of North Carolina: Chapel Hill (I have some ins, some recommendations from people down there who taught at the university and want me to go there and are influential there and I think it might be a really neat change…I don’t know if I’m ready for The South and I don’t know if The South is ready for me but I do think it would be a great way to dispel a lot of the stereotypes that I’ve grown up with as a Northerner and/or Damn Yankee and see some cool stuff).

3. Harvard (Yes, Yes I really *DO* have those kind of balls). Do I think I can get in, you know what…I’ve done a lot of stuff that other people haven’t that’s…well, very different…not that I could afford it if I got in, I just think it’d be REALLY neat to hang the acceptance letter on the wall.

If I get rejected, I may chuckle to myself…and then go get that sucker laminated, matted and framed, as a memento to hang on my wall (I have a weird and twisted sense of humor). I’ll hang it up right next to the Nobel Peace Prize and the Pulitzer I’m expecting later on in life and be like “well well, shows what they knew” – you think I’m kidding…I’m not…I’ve even picked out the frame and matting for when the letter comes.

If I got accepted though, I think I’d laugh…hard…then update LJ…then call Mom…then laugh harder.

Anyways, time to make some Rice Pilaf for lunch tomorrow, then bed =D

Peace.

About to hit the Hay

moocowinthecity 2006-08-27 No Comments

Subject: About to hit the Hay

Date: Sunday 8/27/06 4:26:00 AM

I have a BBQ at 3:00PM so I need to hit the hay soon buuuut

Christie (gryvon) can you please make an attempt to stop by sometime this week so I can give you a pile of Computer/Programming/HTML books? I sort of need the shelf space and you could use them (or, actually know what they’re for) better than I. If you don’t want them, let me know and I’ll chuck ’em/donate ’em.

Parox (parox) – Update your Journal man…let us know what’s good in the hood…the guy who checked me in at the airport today looked like your cousin or brother.

Um, I have a bunch of other stuff to say…but right now, my brain is concentrated on three things: Food, Sex, Sleep…so I’m gunna go handle that and I’ll catch up with everyone tomorrow after the BBQ.

About to hit the Hay

moocowinthecity 2006-08-27 No Comments

Subject: About to hit the Hay

Date: Sunday 8/27/06 4:26:00 AM

I have a BBQ at 3:00PM so I need to hit the hay soon buuuut

Christie (gryvon) can you please make an attempt to stop by sometime this week so I can give you a pile of Computer/Programming/HTML books? I sort of need the shelf space and you could use them (or, actually know what they’re for) better than I. If you don’t want them, let me know and I’ll chuck ’em/donate ’em.

Parox (parox) – Update your Journal man…let us know what’s good in the hood…the guy who checked me in at the airport today looked like your cousin or brother.

Um, I have a bunch of other stuff to say…but right now, my brain is concentrated on three things: Food, Sex, Sleep…so I’m gunna go handle that and I’ll catch up with everyone tomorrow after the BBQ.

Wow, talk about a blast from the past

moocowinthecity 2006-08-27 No Comments

Subject: Wow, talk about a blast from the past

Date: Sunday 8/27/06 2:48:00 AM

I found the paper I wrote for Sorin entitled:

Bondage/Domination, Domination/Submission, Sadism/Masochism (BDSM) in Kafka’s In The Penal Colony

It was an okay paper, B+, no Citations used (I cited my life experience, actually, now that I look through it, and the text I was talking about).

I’m so happy right now, I’ll explain later.

Wow, talk about a blast from the past

moocowinthecity 2006-08-27 No Comments

Subject: Wow, talk about a blast from the past

Date: Sunday 8/27/06 2:48:00 AM

I found the paper I wrote for Sorin entitled:

Bondage/Domination, Domination/Submission, Sadism/Masochism (BDSM) in Kafka’s In The Penal Colony

It was an okay paper, B+, no Citations used (I cited my life experience, actually, now that I look through it, and the text I was talking about).

I’m so happy right now, I’ll explain later.