More (north)American sentences

(north)American sentences for the past week or so:

Take out sushi comes in plastic bags, perfect size for bathroom garbage.

Good night Marcuse, I've had enough alienation for today.

The fog squats defiant; it will be noon before we see the ocean.

The second dinner wasn't needed but I needed the company.

Eating olives is more expedient than picking them out of food.

Only person to touch me today: down syndrome woman with warm coat.

Leak in my shoe would not have bothered me if bus had not broken down.

I check my email eagerly anticipating what's not coming.

A bit of an explanation here.

(north)American Sentences

By far the coolest thing about blogging is that you learn things. The people over at NaBloPoMo have introduced me to American sentences, which are similar to haiku in that they're observations and they're 17 sylables but minus the 5-7-5. A much better explanation can be found here. I must admit I'm charmed by the form, if not by the name, so here are some (north)American sentences in somewhat chronological order that describe bits of my day:

Smashed egg permanently glued to inside of carton, one less breakfast.

I forget to wave to the circles man, he still circles regardless.

Man on bus interjects that he hates art, but I still love Picasso.

Chinese man wipes fog from bus window, fog returns, the world is obscured.

Sit with me, he says; lecture hall floor tacky underfoot so I don't.

Hot coffee clutched in my fingers stands between me and certain frostbite.

Dust doesn't care whether I want it here, coats things when I'm not looking.

Good things come to people who wait but I still hate being on dial-up.

World map on my desk: pen bisects Peru, computer north of Congo.

Dinner is finished already but angry stomach begs to differ.

Once again post, picture, mismatched, continuity police be damned.