Where Art Thou Triangle? (© S. D’Giff 2010)

Is there a cure faster than time to heal the agony of mind?

Nevertheless a straight line when you look into my eyes

I will only turn my back to run and hide

I find solace in the notion to be patient for the world is broad and wide

This is what happens when you nerd out on a Friday night reading Flatland for the second time. You begin to write poems of love and longing for the perfect triangle- HA. I hope this poem does not proceed to besmear whatever illusions one may have of my exquisite nature. I suppose the fact I declined an invite to go out tonight, to read Flatland again, has already besmirched my appeal.

I am required to take a computer literacy class. I must say initially I was beyond irritated, being I feel I have adequate knowledge, which surpasses an average individuals knowledge on the subject matter. I will admit the class is rather interesting, or the course material I should say. This one particular class is online, so I do not have to attend any campus meetings. However, computer literacy? Are you fucking shitting me? What could you possibly need to know beyond navigating through an online course? One’s ability to take an online course should satisfy the requirement. I suppose it is all due to the fiscal motives of the school system. All these bullshit courses required to satisfy degree requirements, or to just simply make money off us. I am shocked that the course catalog does not offer “Liberalism 101: Learn how to bring America to it’s demise in one semester!” taught by Mrs. Fucking Robinson.

“Laugh about it, shout about it
When you’ve got to choose
Ev’ry way you look at it, you lose” – simon & gar