zenana: harem; system of segregating women in harems

On those days the men insisted on planting themselves in front of the television and consuming immeasurable amounts of food whose dishes they had no intention of cleaning, she dreamed of life in a zenana where testosterone only pervaded the premises briefly and for good reason. The men might have agreed with such an idea, had she revealed her thoughts to them.

zeigarnik (n): tendency to remember an uncompleted rather than a completed task

George's inadequacies were largely imagined: he had graduated at the top of his class and was rapidly climbing the corporate ladder. Still, his zeigarnik accosted him at least once a day--transporting him back to a time years earlier when his nervous fingers had marred his first piano performance. While his parents had long forgotten the error--if they had even noticed it initially, George would never forgive himself for disrespecting Bach.

zatetic (adj): pondering, questioning

Her zatetic gaze inspired shallow breaths and a deep fear. Did he answer her question with the truth or resort to storks as the explanation for his daughter's existence?

Changes -- at least temporarily

Attempting to write a cohesive story/paragraph is way too time-consuming...so I'll settle for individual sentences for each word. Perhaps attempting to assemble them after the fact will be more entertaining for everyone involved?

Thoughts

1. I don’t care how fit you are; spandex does not flatter any figure.
2. There were a group of guys practicing their LARPing skills on the Campus Green today.
3. There was a lone guy a few feet away doing pushups at an alarming speed for no apparent reason other than to afford him the opportunity to check out s passing by (yes I noticed, Mr. Strangerman).
4. Why does KSU insist on coating the crosswalks with a glossy paint? My flip-flops do not behave well on the slippery surface, especially when it’s sprinkling outside. I fell and scraped my big toe. Ouch.
5. The KSU “Cyber Café” doesn’t let me access Facebook or (for my blog, which is currently on life support). Why???
6. Definitely need to bring back the Mr. Cartman cartoons. Granted, the character is likely nothing like the real man…but his naïveté is amusing to me somehow.
7. Love failbook.com.
8. Oh dear Lord…save me from Wedinator.com.
9.

balloon

class in 7 minutes
i don't want to be there
i don't want to be here
where can i go?

what good would it do
to change things?
what makes shaken
better than stirred?

gradual change
is no change at all.
upward mobility is nothing
if i've got to take the stairs.

words are irrelevant
if they're foreign
legibility and comprehensibility
does not eliminate reprehensibility.

i do not
lack passion
i love, a little, sometimes
but never enough.

the love that flows in
is never matched by the flow out
and i will explode
i need an outlet.

popping a balloon
makes lots of sound
and destroys the form
yet disperses the pressure

pack rat

why hold the past
when the future is
ripe with possibility?

why hold rotten fruit
when the tree is ripe
with possibilities?

why hold possibility
when accomplishment
is there, waiting?

why stand here
when feet move
and i ache to run?

blah

what to say
when the words have no meaning
what to do
when it's all an act
who to be
when faces are smooth
and eyes are blank
and hearts are empty

i have words
devoid of meaning
i have sounds
which fall on deaf ears
my tongue incapable
of conveying meaning
all that i have to express myself
is an empty heart
blank eyes
and a smooth face

mute

time washes over me
one day becomes the next
i go through the motions
and mute my brain

money becomes the goal
and i only move to attain it
no thought required now
i trust in my acquired instincts

life is boring, but
i don't know any better
i've been in this rut much too long
to succumb to boredom

part of me fears
i've lost another part of me
and exchanged self for something
i cannot name

who am i?
who can say.
where am i?
if i only knew

one leads to the other
like a string to a kite
or a cord to a lightbulb
or a seed to a flower

i cannot grow
i cannot move
i cannot change
until i find it