{"id":105,"date":"2001-11-03T23:13:00","date_gmt":"2001-11-04T04:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=105"},"modified":"2001-11-03T23:13:00","modified_gmt":"2001-11-04T04:13:00","slug":"105","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=105","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t brushed my teeth yet today.  Having risen at noon, it&#8217;s not been such a big deal so far.  If I decide to gorge myself on sweets between now and the time I hit the sack, there will be cause for concern, but oh well.  I was going to get up an hour earlier, but I didn&#8217;t think it would do justice to my status as a college student to get up before noon (I honestly thought this lying in bed).<\/p>\n<p>David&#8217;s team won their game in the second round of the state playoffs.  It was a marathon\/nail-biter of game, however.  The game was scoreless for the entire regulation period (two 80-minute halves) and all of overtime (two 10-minute overtimes and two 5 minute overtimes), so it came down to penalty kicks, which our team won.  I know I&#8217;m not on the team or anything, but it still doesn&#8217;t exactly feel like a win.  Penalty kicks are no way to decide a game.  I&#8217;ll ask David how he feels about it when he returns from youth group.  They&#8217;re heading to Charlotte on Wednesday to play the best team in the state for the next round.<\/p>\n<p>To use<br \/>\nthe flashing moment in ways the scepter has<br \/>\ndifficulty discerning, even&#8211;The<br \/>\ntemplates inside me move, sliding across<br \/>\none another with a superficial scrape.<br \/>\nI need<br \/>\nthe cutless needles that enclose the tips<br \/>\nof her hair:  To assume the<br \/>\nwarmth of my breath, pulled nearer as my exhales<br \/>\nin concert<br \/>\ndraw themselves into her skin.  It&#8217;s an ambiguous thing, make it<br \/>\nwhat it means,<br \/>\nlose me, I talk myself into this mobius strip of words.  The head above mine nods, and I start<br \/>\nagain.<br \/>\nPhilanthropy is never that which the sermon wishes, time, and she moves again.<br \/>\nSpinning song lyrics words recycling<br \/>\nthe groove of an ascetic scribe;<br \/>\nI express the knots into a frenzied straightness,<br \/>\nonly to once again whistle<br \/>\nan aboriginal strain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t brushed my teeth yet today. Having risen at noon, it&#8217;s not been such a big deal so far. If I decide to gorge myself on sweets between now and the time I hit the sack, there will be cause for concern, but oh well. I was going to get up an hour earlier, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=105"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=105"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=105"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=105"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}