spring

normally i get depressed in the spring but i recently read david foster wallace's essay about john updike, in which dfw writes of updike's character ben turnbull: "Rampant or flaccid, Ben Turnbull's unhappiness is obvious right from the novel's first page. It never occurs to him, though, that the reason he's so unhappy is that he's an asshole." so i am trying to be less of an asshole.

also i wanted to post this poem by michael earl craig:

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When I look at the box of Twinkies
They make me want to puke.
I eat ten of them.
Ten is all I can eat.
Now two remain, and I look at them.
For some reason I don't feel so sick.
I don't feel sick at all.
I think I can eat them.