The days are getting longer which makes me happy.
Also, polite cherries (cordial) are really rather vile, and handing them to unsuspecting people who are expecting a nice truffle is rather unkind.
Thank you,
that is all.
"Outside of a dog, a book is probably man’s best friend, and inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read." Groucho Marx
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 06, 2010
If I were a rich man
Sooo,
you know how sometimes I link my old posts?
I've decided to go one better and just repost a whole one. It's really long and a pal who was looking through my archive single it out for a compliment so I thought I'd share it again (and update the song and phone referenced).
Here it is, from October of 2007, a really freaking long meme...
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Jocelyn did a Jedi mind trick on me and made me do this. It took DAYS to finish so I think it only fair to give you days to read it. I'll be back next week. Feel free to pace yourself.
If I were a beginning, I would be…. "It was a dark and stormy night..." Name that book?
If I were alone, I would be…relaxing.
you know how sometimes I link my old posts?
I've decided to go one better and just repost a whole one. It's really long and a pal who was looking through my archive single it out for a compliment so I thought I'd share it again (and update the song and phone referenced).
Here it is, from October of 2007, a really freaking long meme...
----
Jocelyn did a Jedi mind trick on me and made me do this. It took DAYS to finish so I think it only fair to give you days to read it. I'll be back next week. Feel free to pace yourself.
If I were a beginning, I would be…. "It was a dark and stormy night..." Name that book?
If I were a month, I would be…September, while learning is still something to be excited about and the fall colors are showing. It's not cold but a cozy polar fleece is perfect.
If I were a time of day, I would be… 11:11 Auspicious but in a useless way.
If I were a planet, I would be…orbiting Sirius. Don’t want to get toooo close though.
If I were a season, I would be…..Fall, bring some shorts, sandals, a warm jacket and an umbrella, who knows what you are going get!
If I were a sea animal, I would be….salty, wanna lick?
If I were a direction, I would be….west.
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be….a cozy chair; versatile and comfortable.
If I were a sin, I would be…mortal, you do know what you are getting yourself into, right?
If I were a liquid, I would be…mercury, because liquid metal is awesome and gallium just doesn't sound as cool.
If I were a scare, I would be…the one that haunts your nightmares and gives you a chill down your spine. Ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light?
If I were a gem, I would be…semi-precious.
If I were a flower/plant, I would be…some sort of scrubby little flowering shrub.
If I were a kind of weather, I would be….capricious.
If I were a musical instrument, I would be…a cello.
If I were an animal, I would be…wild.
If I were an emotion, I would be….swinging.
If I were a vegetable, I would be…delicious.
If I were a sound, I would be…water, sometimes soothing, sometimes overpowering.
If I were an element, I would be…plutonium. Can’t touch this!
If I were a car, I would be…a hybrid; a little of this, and a little of that.
If I were a song, I would be... catchy but hard to understand in spots.
If I were a food, I would be...Thai; salty, sweet, spicy, sour and sometimes bitter, but always in balance.
If I were a place, I would be…a magnetic pole, prone to wandering.
If I were a material, I would be…plaid silk.
If I were a taste, I would be…fleeting but worth repeating.
If I were a scent, I would be…floating in the air.
If I were a religion, I would be…misunderstood and misused.
If I were a sentence, I would be…compound (with plenty of parenthetical phrases thrown in for good measure).
If I were a facial expression, I would be…transparent.
If I were a subject in school, I would be…self paced.
If I were a colour, I would be...vibrant.
If I were a thing, I would be…a noun.
If I were a book, I would be…library bound.
If I were an artist, I would be…messy.
If I were a collection of poems, I would be…eclectic, an anthology type of deal.
If I were a landmass, I would be…Europe, separate but attached.
If I were a watch, I would be…superfluous. Who needs a watch?
If I were God, I would be…a goddess.
If I were a vowel, I would be...rounded.
If I were a consonant, I would be…an alveolar trill, or a sibilant s.
If I were a theory, I would be…more than mere hypothesis.
If I were a famous person, I would be…mocked for my fashion choices.
If I were a sport, I would be…a contact sport.
If I were a movie, I would be…a comedy.
If I were a cartoon, I would be…the Animaniacs.
If I were an explorer, I would be…intrepid, it only seems suitable.
If I were an explorer, I would be…intrepid, it only seems suitable.
If I were a scientist, I would be…mad.
If I were a relation, I would be…tenuous.
If I were a river, I would be…relentless.
If I were intoxication, I would be…all-consuming, enslaving, freeing, euphoric gratification. I am the new drug.
If I were alone, I would be…relaxing.
If I were a question, I would be…leading.
If I were a habit, I would be…addictive.
If I were in an atom, I would be… possessed of charm or maybe topness.
If I were you, I would be…tired of reading this.
Friday, December 03, 2010
"I thought of love with its head ripped off still trying to sing..."
the hookers, the madmen and the doomed
by Charles Bukowski
today at the track
2 or 3 days after
the death of the
jock
came this voice
over the speaker
asking us all to stand
and observe
a few moments
of silence. well,
that's a tired
formula and
I don't like it
but I do like
silence. so we
all stood: the
hookers and the
madmen and the
doomed. I was
set to be dis-
pleased but then
I looked up at the
TV screen
and there
standing silently
in the paddock
waiting to mount
up
stood the other jocks
along with
the officials and
the trainers:
quiet and thinking
of death and the
one gone,
they stood
in a semi-circle
the brave little
men in boots and
silks,
the legions of death
appeared and
vanished, the sun
blinked once
I thought of love
with its head ripped
off
still trying to
sing and
then the announcer
said, thank you
and we all went on about
our business.
"the hookers, the madmen and the doomed" by Charles Bukowski, from What Matters Most is How Well You Work Through the Fire.
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I know I've mentioned The Writer's Almanac before it must be linked again because
Since the 1st, when this was the poem of the day, the phrase I used as a title has been dancing around in my head. Sometimes a poem or song phrase will stick in my head... for YEARS!
Like this line in Lovers in a Dangerous Time,
"...gotta kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight."
It just speaks to me.
by Charles Bukowski
today at the track
2 or 3 days after
the death of the
jock
came this voice
over the speaker
asking us all to stand
and observe
a few moments
of silence. well,
that's a tired
formula and
I don't like it
but I do like
silence. so we
all stood: the
hookers and the
madmen and the
doomed. I was
set to be dis-
pleased but then
I looked up at the
TV screen
and there
standing silently
in the paddock
waiting to mount
up
stood the other jocks
along with
the officials and
the trainers:
quiet and thinking
of death and the
one gone,
they stood
in a semi-circle
the brave little
men in boots and
silks,
the legions of death
appeared and
vanished, the sun
blinked once
I thought of love
with its head ripped
off
still trying to
sing and
then the announcer
said, thank you
and we all went on about
our business.
"the hookers, the madmen and the doomed" by Charles Bukowski, from What Matters Most is How Well You Work Through the Fire.
------------------------------
I know I've mentioned The Writer's Almanac before it must be linked again because
Since the 1st, when this was the poem of the day, the phrase I used as a title has been dancing around in my head. Sometimes a poem or song phrase will stick in my head... for YEARS!
Like this line in Lovers in a Dangerous Time,
"...gotta kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight."
It just speaks to me.
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