Wednesday, December 17, 2008

A Crush Is Born

Take note:

1. Smart Boy requests that I send him music.

2. Smart Boy then listens to every song, taking note of structure, possible connections between songs and why and how each song may have captured my ear/heart.

and as if that weren't enough to lay me out...

3. Smart Boy sends me a poem that includes the words, "my head exploded" to describe his listening experience. The poem has a RUBRIC (!!!!!) on how to unlock the layered meaning.

Excuse me, Smart Boy, but I'm pretty sure I'm the one with the exploding head.

8 comments:

Adrianna said...

Smart Boy definitely sounds pretty dreamy. Seems to me he should be the one with the crush: here's hoping.

Hey, It's Ansley said...

I sense a crush up in your future. Can I make it a noun?

ram said...

let's make Smartboy a verb! You just got smartboyed!!!

Jon McFerson said...

kaRyn...it appears that you are back in PA? when did you return? thanks for checking out my blog. i appreciate it. JON

Regirlfriend said...

Can my head explode for you? Holy effing crap. I have to go look up Rubric now, otherwise I'd stay and say more imposing and excessively giddy things for/about you.

And when does Smartboy get to read about himself on your Smartblog?

Anonymous said...

Ooh, ooh, tell us more!

Does he wear braces?

What's he do?

[Please tell us he gave up a cushy government job, to work with sock puppets.]

Does he chew with his mouth open?

Do you need help with research?

What's his SSN and birthdate?

Spill it!

Ninny Beth said...

Dear Adri-
Only time and stalking will tell.

Dear Ansley-
YES! YES! YES! a noun is in order!

Dear Ram-
I trust your creationing instincts. proceed.

Dear Jon-
Nope! still in Korea. PA came to visit ME!

Dear Red Pen-
email me.

dear Boskercks-
You had me at dilapidated and UN-alaska but I still like "the Cassion Song" better.
And of COURSE he plays with puppets. I wouldn't have a crush if it weren't so.

FROM THE HALLS OF MONTEZUMA!
NB

Marie said...

Ninny, such boys don't exist. I think this "person" might be some sort of post-traumatic post-Christmas I-can't-believe-Santa-doesn't-exist delusion.

And if he's not imaginary, stop blogging and start chasing.