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Get Your Glasses from Warby Parker

Cherie Chigama — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 23:07:09 +0000

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

Cherie Chigama — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 22:02:28 +0000

Lifted from my poem a day email- word play fun

Cherie Chigama — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 19:14:10 +0000

February 10, 2012

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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!

Cherie Chigama — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:52:27 +0000

A bit of collage. A bit of inspiration.

Quit Twitter Day: Feb. 2, 2012

Cherie Chigama — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 22:34:23 +0000

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

Cherie Chigama — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 03:46:18 +0000

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

Every Poem is …

Cherie Chigama — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 20:56:40 +0000

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…

Cherie Chigama — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 00:57:03 +0000

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

A very silly poem derived from a list

Cherie Chigama — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 18:38:41 +0000

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.

Happy Holidays!

Cherie Chigama — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 16:33:08 +0000

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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