Get Your Glasses from Warby Parker

Want to do good for someone else while taking care of your own health? The next time you need eye glasses, give Warby Parker a try. For every pair they sell, they donate one pair to someone in a developing country.  And the price is $95. It’s true you can get cheaper glasses but most are more expensive. Warby Parker has stylish glasses and you can try up to five pairs at a time at home, free shipping.

I’ve had two at home try ons (tried 10 pairs total) and finally settled on a nice pair. I should get them in a few days. I’ll be sure to post a picture here. In the meantime, check out their website.

Nuno Felting: First Project

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Lifted from my poem a day email- word play fun

February 10, 2012 Today’s poem is copyright © 2012 by Kristi Maxwell. Used with permission of the author. More from this author Related Poems Exoskeletal Gesture by Eric Baus How to Make a Game of Waiting by Jennifer K. Sweeney The Truth About Northern Lights by Christine Hume You can unsubscribe from our Poem-A-Day emails at at anytime—either completely, or until next April. Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane Suite 901 New York, NY 10038 212-274-0343 academy@poets.org

Court Gestures [excerpt] by Kristi MaxwellCHIP – CHIRP / WAXY / KIT / MEND – DEMEAN / WAG – TWANG / SAC – CHAPS – CHAMPS / FUN – FUNGUS / VOICE / TURN – RUINT / DOOR – ROOTED / OAT / BRAG – BARGE / RUE – QUEER – REQUEST / EEL – BELIE / JAIL / VOLE – LOVER / LOAD / FIN- NIFTY / GAZE Every revolver is tied to a lover of something. A chirp chips in to the morning tableau. A sac would be nifty about right now with so much around us collecting. To be collected to be calm and—as the description goes. I queer the request and ask for a recitation of a poem that ends on wag. Satisfy me. Salsify, waxy beans, fungus, oats, but no eel please. No pleasing eel. My appetite is ruint by the twang that relocates me, carrying my taste space home. For once, we rooted for the champs. We jailed our gaze and allowed visitation from the object deemed most textured thus most fun for extended scoping—the eye coping a feel. The eye coping with all forbidden it, finding comfort in the vole in its burrowed state. A door belies an entry. Who is it you would have had barge in? Having been had, having to demean the brag, someone hangs meat over the swelling. A raw curtain drawn. Rue the chaps who failed to mend. A load of face is carted, and a query turns it. A smirk emerges like a shark fin. Circles the general mood. Pull a voice from the kit and swab my ear. I need to hear that now, whatever it is. As is often the case, a word’s gone missing. A process note: words and line counts for these poems were generated through the card game Royalty, in which players build and capture words until all the cards are exhausted. I recorded the results of games and used each of the words generated in each game in a poem; the poem consists of the same number of lines as the number of words generated in each game.

So many layers!

A bit of collage. A bit of inspiration.

Quit Twitter Day: Feb. 2, 2012

Twitter hops in bed with censorship. See article below. Let them know it’s not OK by quitting Twitter on Feb. 2

http://www.forbes.com/sites/markgibbs/2012/01/26/twitter-commits-social-suicide/

My Belly after Christmas

several bags of chips

many bowls of the most delicious dip

a wreath of fantastic fudge: dark and semi-sweet, with and without nuts

a turkey wing or two

delectable dressing

cookies, oh the cookies,

sweet potato pot belly,

It jiggles and wiggles in the most merry way

As new year approaches Belly’s end encroaches

I hoist my fist and declare, “this belly will be sexy bare!”

So long chips

Adios dip

vamoos fudge and turkey and dressing and sweet and mashed potatoes

goodbye cookies of chewy goodness

You were so tasty. I’ll see you next year.the track is calling, the yoga mat, too

The eliptical is whispering my name in the snowy wind and promising summer

Summer

Summer

Every Poem is …

every poem is like standing naked on a stage with a full house

OMG

the mortal terror

Now, I wonder, am I
the first to use text talk in a poem?

Probably not, but it does seem to be a terrible thing to do.

Now, I think of
tweets,
facebook statuses
LinkedIn updates

These are little stories with their own sense of poetry sometimes.

So here is a little something derived from tweets I’ve read today

Did you know?
Table Mountain is the only terrestrial feature on Earth
to give its name to a star.

New Years is coming.
Perhaps we should spend the weekend courting Lady Luck.
What do you think?

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal.
Sometimes we can’t always see the pain someone else feels.
I ask, What do your children mean to you?

And here’s one I didn’t want to change at all as it seems to typify the sort of things that people are writing as the new year approaches.

So. Here I am spending my day alone and empty in the floordrobe. Again.

That one may have been a joke but then again, maybe not. Lot of lonely tweeters out there. So, maybe you should hug someone you know today. Perhaps it’s a lonely henry385 on twitter or a sad sillybean86, you never know. I’m rooting for you  @DeanAdamRoose.

Seeing you ther…

Seeing you there
curled up and sleeping
my heart grows soft and tender

A very silly poem derived from a list

Sheep
apple
crumble
into
a
field
they
were
born
to wear
wool
in winter
and summer
so of course
it is versatile
and breathable
and fire resistant
It is as perfect a
fiber
as a banana
is a
food
Which comes with its own
handle and container
and decorative spots!
to let you know when it is overdone

done

done

done.

Happy Holidays!

Good Morning. This morning’s peppiness is brought to you by Medaglia D’Oro. I really like to use this in my espresso machine to make pretty, tasty and potent coffee drinks at home.

I hope every one has a merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah this year and a lovely New Year.

I’d like to take moment to remind folks to support their local libraries and to remember that donations made before Jan. 1 are tax deductible.

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