May 13, 2005

• Inspired from a post by soonaquitter as to why the Xanga front
  page tends to measure Featured content by quantity as opposed to
  quality I am urging all of you who read to list at least 5 Xangans who
  you think
  provide quality content.  So, here is my list (alphabetical) with
  a small excerpt from their page, and a reason I find their Xanga worth
  reading.

  
  
  baldmike2004
  He has mountains of poetry to go through, and various interactive
  sights as well.  Pictures, poetry and music abound his pages - and
  he is also the best commentor I have EVER had! 

  The "Cathy Poems" were written in 1978 when I was 25 and Cathy
  and I had a very weird "relationship". We both worked at the same
  retail store and saw each other daily. I didn't have a car at the time
  and she drove me home from work when we got off at the same time. She
  was involved with "the boyfriend" at the time, and although Cathy and I
  "made out" many times (in her parked car, in front of my apartment), we
  never got together for a real "date" and never made love. I handwrote
  all my poems for her in one of those little journal books they had back
  before the internet, and presented them to her when I finally knew it
  "was over". I have gotten in touch with many of my ex girlfriends on
  the internet but could never find Cathy's whereabouts.

  
  
  bourdon_music
  I love this woman!  She is one of the most creative mom's I have
  known, and her children are also quite entertaining.  I can't wait
  to her see again!

  He's 13.  When I ride with
  him, its like revisiting a part of a childhood I missed out on.  We
  didn't have time for such things since farm chores started before
  kindergarten and the only toys we had were the ones we made from junk
  we found in Dad's tool shed or paper dolls we cut out of the Sears
  catalog.  (No, it wasn't pioneer times.  My childhood was during the
  60's and 70's.)  I think parenthood is our second chance at childhood
  and grandparenthood is a second chance at getting the parenting right.

  DarkSulia
  I love her witty "The Website" satires, and her posts always have such
  a nice bite to them.  Her posts are always worth waiting for.  And, I think Blaze is one of the best dogs EVER too!
  
  
  My having my solitude and quiet time is more than a want, it's a
  necessity.  When I hooked up with my ex I was very clear with him about
  how there would be times when I would have to be alone, be it hours or
  days.  That there would be times when I literally wouldn't speak or
  where I wouldn't want to be touched in any manner.  That I would have
  to have an area that was mine alone and he needed to stay away from
  it.  He agreed, said he understood, that he was the exact same way and
  would need the same from me on occasion.  Turns out he was touchy
  feely, yackity yacker, all up in my business bullshiter, but that's a
  story for another day.

  frankricci
  His writing always blows me away, but I tend to fall for his erotic
  tinged posts the most.  And I never expect the way he closes each
  of his stories, his writing certainly wakes me up each and every time.

  One fine morning, when the world had disappeared, when the buildings
  had decomposed and putrefied into absolute null and emptiness, not a
  soul was to be heard, not a word was to be shared.
  
  In the building
  blocks, through the gray scraped rubbles, a head rose about, belonging
  to Ernest Wellinsburg, the self hating Jew. He glared about, wondering
  where all the clamor had gone, the liveliest city in the Middle East,
  having reached its demise.
  
  Jessica Rosenstein, her too, came out of
  her cave, the sole survivors of what had resulted in a nuclear missile
  landing in Iraq. All had been killed off in the land of first
  civilization, that once known as Mesopotamia; the root of mankind had
  been cut off and lost forever.
  
  Ernest and Jessica met, and through
  the clouds of smoke they could envision a stairway without steps, could
  heed to music without sounds, could climb the clouds with their feet,
  and so they did, until they reached the sun.
  
  On the sun lay a fiery desert with wet flames and dry sand.
  
  Alas,
  their footsteps perished in the desert, and they too, were never to be
  seen again. It was whispered that they had held hands on their walk
  towards the sun, together, they stood, together, they died.

  James
  Now this Xangan has put out an interesting perspective on life that I
  enjoy quite a bit. His posts always leave my world new every time I
  read.

  Have
  you ever had one of those days when things don't usually bother you
  really sink your love boat? Of course you have. We're human, right? It
  happens to all of us. We've come to expect it. Yet, no matter how much
  we know it happens and realize it's part of life it still knocks us for
  a loop. Yesterday. The horrible thing about those times is how they
  have the nasty habit of expanding to gobble up more and more time.
  Today. There's no difference between yesterday and today. My hand still
  hurts and I still don't want to be around anything that bites, in any
  way. You know what else? Everything bites. Reality bites. Sooner or
  later everything bites. How silly is it to go through life expecting
  never to be bitten by it? I'm silly. Every time I get bit I'm
  surprised. As if life, people, things, events, stuff, didn't bite
  sooner or later. It's like stubbing your toe while walking through a
  particularly lovely, peaceful garden. To compound the matter someone
  has got to say to you, Well, why don't you watch where you're going? We can be so insensitive to other people's events.

  THYRIO
  At times I have to take out the old dictionary to look up some of the
  words that this man uses, but I have found every single one of his
  posts entertaining and colorful.  If you want to read more you'll have to ask through his guestbook.

  Perspicaciousness is pretty fuckin’ cool. Most people believe they
  possess it, just as most people think the positive aspects of every
  horoscope fit their personality, but people are blind because their
  insecure arrogance precludes them from any truly objective discernment.
  Humans are incapable of honest intuition because, metaphysically
  speaking, their head is up their ass. Only I possess a marked sagacity,
  being bereft of silly human emotional biases, as I am part jackal -- on
  my mother’s side.

  • In 2011, a woman is internally eviscerated following her male
  companion’s careless overdose of a sexual enhancement drug. Her family
  sues the manufacturer, but takes an out-of-court settlement -- a year’s
  supply of the pharmaceutical -- because the key evidence in the trial,
  the man’s monstrous penis, had been hurtled into space by the force of
  it’s own ejaculation.
  
  
  
  • After much of the natural fauna has
  disappeared in the U.S., by 2012, state governments are compelled to
  drop flowers and birds as official representatives of a particular
  state, thereby adopting alternate designations such as gravy, Alabama’s
  state sauce, and pacemaker, the state medical supply of Florida.
  
  

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