December 27, 2011

you told me so
so you told me so
so you told me
so i grew up


my family is a riot. sitcom material all over the place. i’ve expended 30% of my energy in laughing over the past two days. here are some bytes, but they don’t do it all justice.

as soon as i get home, cary and mom come to greet me and we are chatting it up in the dining room. mike comes out of the shower a few minutes later in super -tight high waist briefs. my mom and sister start simultaneously groaning and complaining: ahhh ewww Mike geeeez

carebear: (sarcastically) those boxers brand new christmas presents you got there, mike ?

mike: (tip toes daintily over to cary) there a christmas present for you (taps her nose with his index finger as he delivers this one-liner, giggles, prances backwards like a fairy).

later that day, me carebear and sean went to the mall to help cary find a dress that says, “i have a great figure AND i go to church” for a christmas eve service she was planning to attend, and also to say hey to our cousins that currently work at subway there. our cousins weren’t working then, apparently, and, after searching several stores, we decided there were no good looking dresses for a reasonable price that met carebear’s criteria. as we get back in the car, half-defeated:

carebear: man, that is so depressing. not one decent dress in that whole mall.

me: yeah. total waste of time. and marina and mena weren’t even working at subway. this really sucked.

(long silent pause)

sean:  sooo, y’guys wanna form a suicide pack or sumthin?!

December 22, 2011

home sweet home
sweet home less
weep hope less

“The main difference between science and religion, we were told in school, is that religion is founded on a dogma that is absolute and immutable because it stems from divine revelation, whereas science is tentative because it develops theories that are always open to refutation by new findings or novel experiments. Scientists, therefore, are supposed to be open-minded and to welcome the solution of stubborn problems, even if the new solutions entail a change of thinking and the demise of concepts that seemed well established in the past.


A look at the history of scientific ideas, quickly shows that scientists do not always live up to this ideal open-mindedness. The concepts and methods they grew up with frequently seem to be as unshakable as any matter of religious faith, and the perpetrators of innovation tend to be treated as heretics. This happened to Darwin and his theory of evolution, to Einstein when he first published the theory of relativity, and it happened to Alfred Wegener when he suggested the idea of continental drift. In these spectacular instances the break with tradition advocated by the new theory was unmistakable and, consequently, triggered violent indignation on the part of those who were anxious to maintain the familiar established dogma. The new theories won out eventually, because they enabled scientists to do things they had not been able to do before and to cover a larger area of experience with fewer assumptions.


In philosophy, the pattern has been different, especially with regard to the problems of epistemology, i.e. those concerning knowledge, its origin and its “truth”. These problems remain unchanged and unsolved, and they have troubled Western philosophy for more than 2500 years. It is an historical fact that some of the pre-Socratics, the philosophers who wrote before Plato’s reports of the Socratic dialogues, had already seen the basic epistemological cruz. It source can be found in two presuppositions that have always seemed natural and inevitable:

a) that a fully structured world exists independently of any experiencing or knowing human subject;

b) that the human subject has the task of finding out what the “real” world and its structure are like.


These assumptions inevitably lead to a paradox. Whatever a human subject perceives or conceives is necessarily the result of that human subject’s ways and means of perceiving and conceiving.”

-Ernst Von Glaserfeld, Aspects of Radical Constructivism: 1996.

Related Reading:

Hannah Arendt Quotes

December 21, 2011

“Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it.”

“Forgiveness is the key to action and freedom.”

“The point, as Marx saw it, is that dreams never come true. ”

“The new always happens against the overwhelming odds of statistical laws and their probability, which for all practical, everyday purposes amounts to certainty; the new therefore always appears in the guise of a miracle.”

“The ceaseless, senseless demand for original scholarship in a number of fields, where only erudition is now possible, has led either to sheer irrelevancy, the famous knowing of more and more about less and less, or to the development of a pseudo-scholarship which actually destroys its object. ”

“And the distinction between violent and non-violent action is that the former is exclusively bent upon the destruction of the old, and the latter is chiefly concerned with the establishment of something new.”

final ly
went to the greenway
and got a barred owl to notice me
and other birds and a rabbit
and an armadillo
sat in a field and roamed into woods
and stood by water
fool ish ly
believing what i saw
it was speech bubble less beautiful
held back tears at several points
like i always have to do
when everything surrounding
is so speech bubble less beautiful
that i temporarily forget
that i am most certainly not
and can instead
temporarily appreciate
that i know a foolish enough gal
that could insist on passing this all up
regard less ly

December 20, 2011

I'm lost in the sense we all get lost in here when 
we are practicing turning the light off for good. 
And go home. And I can't. Sometimes alone is
 the most wholesome promising feeling of solitude
 in this whole gaping charmless world.

Sean Borelli (to Nick)youre grossly overweight.

Mary Marcous i wasn’t going to say anything. y’know. be discrete until i saw u. but i guess ur peepaw is right: fb wall is as discrete a place as any to state the obvious: ur gluttonous predispositions r getting the best of u, champ. y do u insist on making it so hard for us to love u

Nick Bohl Would you guys put a lid on it? Please? It’s embarrassing

Mary Marcous your embarrassing

Nick Bohl My embarrassing what, Mary?

Mary Marcous you’re

Mary Marcous ass

Mary Marcous speaking of mistakes, guess who was one?

Nick Bohl Got her!

Nick Bohl Oh…

Mary Marcous p.s. call ur father, u waste of space


Sean Borelli look you guys, this whole thing has just been blown out of proportion (no pun intended…bohl). i mean, yeah, he’s very very fat. yes, it is gross to look at/think about/be around. yes, he wasn’t the most intentionally-had baby on the block and no, daddy doesn’t pick em for their grammatical know-how.

Nick Bohl God.

Nick Bohl What DO you pick em for? The same reasons you buy single packets of butter?

Nick Bohl‎…wait for it.

Nick Bohl Cuz it’s easy to spread em’. HEYOO! Gazinga!….ey?

Sean Borelli I, unlike most people on the receiving end of the ol’ Bohlder “wait for it”, am not disappointed.

December 20, 2011

you felt that, right?
for a moment there-
my hand was held tight.
for a moment there-
we silently shared
(amidst the nonsense)
the same sense:
that we make sense.

Today was fun. My friends Gabrielle, Tonya, and I decided to do some girl shopping. Both these ladies have an excellent sense of style and always look super cute and put together whenever I see them. So, naturally, I thought this would be an ideal opportunity to learn something from these two pros and really class-up my act a little. The ladies were finding all kinds of stylish clothing items. (In fact, Tonya found not one, not two..but five different pairs of shoes! More than I currently own in total.) There were a lot of Christmas shoppers in the store, and I started getting a little antsy after the first 30- 45 minutes of navigating these capitalistic (hedonistic) waters. Not to mention, I was getting pretty discouraged. I couldn’t find anything nearly as cute or stylish as those two had. Finally, I decided to give up and started loitering non-discretely in the little boy t-shirt section. Well, let’s just say fate must have had my number on this finest of evenings, world- because, deep in the darkest corner of the little boy’s t-shirt section (hidden from general view and in between two bright spiderman t’s) was the shirt I was born and bred my whole life to one day wear: all black, slim fit and, across the front in block white letters, it read:

E = MC Hammer (with a sketched pic of this 90’s beacon of hope dancing crazy in the background)

I laughed out loud. For like two minutes. Got some looks. Then,I  made my way over to the ladies to show off my sweet ass ‘find’. They weren’t as excited as me (from this I could only infer that the shirt, much like its namesake, was just too ahead of its time).

Anyways, we were all hungry after our bargain hunting and it was Jeff O’s turn to pick a place for dinner. (Jeff O struggles with the concept of ‘preferential selection’, so this duty of his is part of a public service effort of my own on behalf of the greater good. You’re welcome, world.) He did pretty well this time, narrowing it down to two places without too much prompting. The four of us ended up at a Mexican restaurant called Los Compadres- it was pretty bad ass. Me and Jeff O got the biggest margaritas I have ever been served at a fine dining establishment. My waiter had accidentally ordered me shrimp fajitas (instead of veggie) but Gabrielle was kind enough to eat up 1/2 the world’s shrimp population for me (seriously, it had a shit ton of shrimp in it).

Anyways, I guess we were just buzzed enough to think it would be a great idea to get more buzzed at Gabrielle’s house. So, that’s what we did next! On the way over, me and Jeff O must have been in the middle of some deep philosophical conversation b/c, one thing led to another, and I found myself trying to explain to this neophyte-of-pop-culture the ontological genesis of the catchphrase ‘apple bottoms jeans’. I explained to him it was a 90’s song inspired from the 90’s  movie ‘Apple Bottom Jeans’, starring none other than America’s sweetheart, Meg Ryan. Having no faith in me or my vast amount of cultural capital, he insisted on looking it up with his ‘smart’-phone technology (note: there will always be scare quotes on that part of the word, or my name isn’t Mary). While Jeff O danced with the devil (idiom I use to express humans and their adulterous love affair with the technology that will one day invariably lead to their apocalyptic demise) we played with the cats and drank wine. I tried to help him out by explaining ‘Apple Bottom Jeans’ came out in 96 (same year as ‘You’ve Got Mail’, which sort of overshadowed it). Much to everyone’s shock (except my own, as I had anticipated his Lucifer-ridden-tele-bot wasn’t as ‘smart’ as everyone so foolishly wanted to believe) Jeff O couldn’t find any information on the whole entire ‘world wide’ web about the movie ‘Apple Bottom Jeans’, not one related link.

Wow. No duh. Total shocker. Moral of that story: Man’s unwavering faith in technology, once again, lets him down…

Anyways, somewhere in between all this hooplaw Tonya had suggested we go see her GoGo Dancer friend perform at Rehab, a gay club I don’t think any of us had been to before (and, after a few glasses of wine, it seemed an altogether reasonable suggestion for a Monday night excursion). I never met her GoGo Dancer friend (got caught up on the dance floor). But I did have my first (two?) bourbon sprays (I think that’s what there called, anyways.) The theme was Winter Wonderland and, for a Monday night, the place had a great turn out. Good music. Real fun for the whole evangelical Christian family. I made a friend, Johnny, who was big and bald and liked to dance. Gabrielle and Tonya, who both actually know how to dance busted respectable moves and we even got Jeff O out there for a few moments of shared nonsense among friends! The music was super loud but, overall, the place had good vibes (surely b/c gay people are the best people) and it ended up being a super great night!