6/26/11 Jokes inside your head
Everything is funny, isn't it? Especially your world and your observations, and all the clever and unmatched puns you come up with, and laugh hysterically at--inside your head. Today's gem, as I headed to a bookstore right before heading to the liquor store: I'd rather have a book in front of my than a frontal book out of me (you see, I'm a writer, too, and though the statement is not completely true, it did kind of describe a thing today).... Laughing at your own jokes. Laughing hysterically, on the inside.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
6/25/11 A singer mismatched to the song
This is a beautiful thing, it's like the tritone--you hear it and you know it's meant to be in the universe, but it goes against all the rules and makes your ears go yowee!! Someone with a really smooth and sweet voice trying to sing the blues, like Jewel singing Have a Little Faith in Me (or Beyonce attempting Etta James), or someone with a really rough voice and a lot of life experience expressing sweetness. It's a challenge to our (the listener)s' powers of perception. What do you hear in the honey. What longings spill out with the gravel? Who are we and what are we trying to say?
This is a beautiful thing, it's like the tritone--you hear it and you know it's meant to be in the universe, but it goes against all the rules and makes your ears go yowee!! Someone with a really smooth and sweet voice trying to sing the blues, like Jewel singing Have a Little Faith in Me (or Beyonce attempting Etta James), or someone with a really rough voice and a lot of life experience expressing sweetness. It's a challenge to our (the listener)s' powers of perception. What do you hear in the honey. What longings spill out with the gravel? Who are we and what are we trying to say?
Sunday, June 26, 2011
6/24/11 How I hate to waste good food!!
It's all around us, it's everywhere. Fresh greens in the backyard, that I should be chowing down more of, If only I'd get off my butt and walk the 20 yards to the weed patch out back: nettles (missed the best of it--houseguests and graduation). But I still can get out and harvest new stuff coming up from the roots. Nettles, lambs' quarter, chickweed, dandelion greens. Fresh greens. An enormous salad ready for the picking every day. Nature provides us with the best food imaginable every day. It is only for us to learn about it, go out there and pick it, and enjoy with friends and family. Yum, I'm going out there right now.
It's all around us, it's everywhere. Fresh greens in the backyard, that I should be chowing down more of, If only I'd get off my butt and walk the 20 yards to the weed patch out back: nettles (missed the best of it--houseguests and graduation). But I still can get out and harvest new stuff coming up from the roots. Nettles, lambs' quarter, chickweed, dandelion greens. Fresh greens. An enormous salad ready for the picking every day. Nature provides us with the best food imaginable every day. It is only for us to learn about it, go out there and pick it, and enjoy with friends and family. Yum, I'm going out there right now.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
6/23/11 The murmurings of crows
You wouldn't think they'd murmur and croon and purr like kittens, what with their reputation for harsh, caustic communications. But just listen to them in their nests, listen to their contentment on a midsummer evening. Everyone needs to relax and put up their heels and kid around when they come home from a day on the job. They whisper to their children like we do to babies, they sing little lullabies to one another, they compliment the chef on the night's meal. They talk about what they heard on the news. They discuss the weather, and they do matchmaking. Crows are us with dark wings.
You wouldn't think they'd murmur and croon and purr like kittens, what with their reputation for harsh, caustic communications. But just listen to them in their nests, listen to their contentment on a midsummer evening. Everyone needs to relax and put up their heels and kid around when they come home from a day on the job. They whisper to their children like we do to babies, they sing little lullabies to one another, they compliment the chef on the night's meal. They talk about what they heard on the news. They discuss the weather, and they do matchmaking. Crows are us with dark wings.
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