I'm trying to get in the writing mood so I can write my essay for Ms. Harty. It's silly, it's only one page and it's totally my opinion so I can say whatever the hell I want. However I just can't seem to get into the mode, even for one silly page of reflection. I'm reading Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut. It's perfect and beautiful and fulfilling. I love bokonism and Bokonon's calypsos. My little poem thing-a-ma-jigs are kind of similar to calypsos, very similar in format, though Bokonon's are usually more structured, more ironic or witty, and have a better rhyme scheme. In honor of Bokonon and just because I feel like it, here's a calypso. Today, sitting in a tree reading a book by my favorite author, wearing a blazer and with unbrushed hair, I wondered if you would like to partake in the Bokonist tradition of Boko-Maru. Because I would certainly not mind our souls/soles mingling. of Montreal this SUNDAY CAN I GET A WOOT WOOT. I just got pro...