{"id":641,"date":"2004-04-15T10:16:00","date_gmt":"2004-04-15T15:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=641"},"modified":"2004-04-15T10:16:00","modified_gmt":"2004-04-15T15:16:00","slug":"641","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=641","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I used to know that song.  I had a vision of things and the way I used to dream across a few summers.  Strings of lights, contrails separated at the hilt as the origins diverged, moving towards me.  Movements in an inverted light, ghostly outlines of clouds against a black sky.  I used to dream about shape and form and color.  Their metaphors were splayed on the surface, though, given equal resonance with the more conventional aspects and conformities of the dream.<\/p>\n<p><i>there&#8217;s beauty in the breakdown<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Donald, John, and I had a good half-hour discussion of the economic system of our lovely country last night in the aftermath of tax return preparation.  I got screwed over pretty royally by a previous employer, who withheld a whopping $79 for the federal government for three months worth of work.  Ah well.  It&#8217;s not like I won&#8217;t be able to eat for the rest of the month, but the Bulls game on Friday evening is going to be the last superfluous expense for a while, I think.  I&#8217;m definitely keeping an eye on that category on my check stubs from now on.<\/p>\n<p>I haven&#8217;t felt like writing in here lately, and when I do it&#8217;s all mudanity and gibberish.  Maybe I should take a break.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I used to know that song. I had a vision of things and the way I used to dream across a few summers. Strings of lights, contrails separated at the hilt as the origins diverged, moving towards me. Movements in an inverted light, ghostly outlines of clouds against a black sky. I used to dream [&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\/641"}],"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=641"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}