12 June 2001 · The Day’s Say — an alphabet sentence, and what I want in a woman.

Well, it’s Tuesday again… June 12, which means that in 19 days the year 2001 is halfway over. Time sure does fly. But anyway, I don’t want this edition of The Day’s Say to be a pond full of clichés (sorry), and the following ought to ensure that doesn’t happen: The alphabetical word sentence. A Blue Cat Dove Eagerly From Golden Hospitality Inn, Jacksonville, Kansas, Landing Miles North Of Preston Quinn’s Radiological Studies Team University Violently While X-Rays Yielded Zip.

Interesting ramblings and thoughts. If madness attracts and yet repulses, one might say that madness is appealing. Art is subjective. Is this art? If art is subjective, then this must have a subject to be classified as art. Hypothesis: Because I do not know what in hell this is about it isn’t art. Art is just fart without an “F.” You’ve got some that really stink, and the others you don’t notice. Too bad it’s the ones you notice that are the ones that stink. (Actually, the piece at right is quite good, in my opinion!) Soldier? Soldier what? Sold yer soul, that’s what!

Quote of the day. “Speak of things lofty and secret only to the loftiest and most private of your friends. Hay to an ox, and sugar to a parrot. Rightly interpret this, lest ye, as others have been, be trampled down by oxen.” – Trithemius.

An excerpt from some writings of mine. 24 November 1998 – “What Do I Look For In A Woman?” A question like this deserves a well thought-out answer. Beginning with the obvious points, I could easily say that I want a woman who is attractive, both aesthetically and sexually. I want a woman who stimulates me intellectually–this doesn’t mean she must be as smart as I am, but that she makes me think of things I would ordinarily not. I want a woman who appreciates luxury. A lady who values herself and realizes that catering to what she values makes her valuable to others. I want a woman that has profound goals and desires. She has lofty dreams and knows that anything is attainable because we live in a benevolent universe, one that allows us to play our own hands. She should have an optimistic outlook on the future and have great self-esteem and integrity. She is honest and proud of life. She is a woman that could love me for the same reasons she loves herself–for what we value: the faculty and facility of thought.

Perfect Woman by William Wordsworth

SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature’s daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveler between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann’d, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.

Composed 2001 · part of the Essays collection · authorship documented on the Provenance page.