So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Poem: August 14, 2019

Less Popular TED Talks

The haunting music of public restrooms
What we can learn from misspellings
The secret life of dryer lint
The art of stapling
The most dangerous font
How wallpaper transformed my living room
The future of alchemy
The fascinating (and dangerous) world of chalk
The transformative power of worksheets
Harmonica as a form of breathing
Table manners in the animal kingdom
Why we sleep. A new theory.
Three easy steps to more contentious marriages
The secret to addition
Turning coffee into pee: a journey
Hair is gross. Don't argue with me
Discover your inner bully
The exquisite beauty of being well-armed
Why the world needs buildings
The simple power of vacuuming
An ode to socks
Why I collect fingernails, but not toe nails
What I learned by watching the news
The silly things I get paid to do
Embrace the hate and live bigger
Nothing matters. Here's why
A listing of my grievances
Want a better neighborhood? Build it with LEGO
10 traits I noticed my dog has
The three words that can get you arrested
The obvious upsides to global climate change
The scientific explanation for breakdancing
15 minutes of silence: a celebration
Your many multiverse you's would not be impressed
Feelings, everybody has them apparently
The many shades of lamps
Butterflies are the jerks of the insect world
Inside the mind of a C student
The hidden beauty of buffet lines
The twenty-seven reasons I find myself fascinating
How money proves you are better
The secret language of the French



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