A terminal for all blogs coming in or going out. A view into my life.
Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes. |
I'm starting a new blog because
I'll be linking to
I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
68 degrees more or less under gloomy skies, but no rain today, just dreary.
Saw Kathy, Bob, Dalton, Don, Phil.
Bought butter... but not on sale. More cans of meat to stock up, lentils.
I can ease off restocking now. If I travel I'm good for awhile, if not, awhilex2.
Emperor Hirohito vs Emperor Don. The consequences of a gracious acceptance of defeat.
I do not have a vagina. I cannot get pregnant no matter how many times you cough on me.
In English you can refer to a dog as they but not a person as it. As in, "I see you have a new friend/dog. What's their name".
As underneath the canopy
a trail of leaves I spy
I bend my body, bow my head
to the parade that passes by
in obeisance to love of life,
in admiration I can't hide,
I applaud each ant that balances
a piece of green in stride.
To Cass: " 'mah freedumbz' ... first time I've seen it spelled that way. I was invited to go to the symphony today but I'm not willing to be inside with lots of people.
I live surrounded by silence. I prefer that; although, distant chatter, traffic, or the train is comforting. Birdsong would be better, but I'm easily distracted. I jump at every loud noise.
I did put on the radio Saturday for awhile but that was the first time in months."
23 5 oz. cans of tuna/chicken/turkey/ham. 9 Progresso soups. 9 packets of potato flakes. I'm good for awhile.
Not in the mood to blog. I feel guilty.
49 39 4:19 dark & silent
73 64 3:07 bright & quiet
So... I woke up at 4 a.m.-ish... I felt feverish so I took my temp. 97.0 which is lower than normal. I put the fan on anyways and managed to get back to sleep. Not too bad a rest; although, the sun is getting a bit tardy in getting out of bed.
Saw Willie, Don, Dalton, Phil, Laxmi. We can eat inside now so half did.
Cans of tuna, turkey, chicken and smoked ham were on sale so I moseyed off to market. Bought a bunch along with canned soup. I remembered to buy mouthwash! Forgot butter...
It felt warm on the way home in my orange long sleeve shirt. I had my orange backpack, my orange/black Baltimore Orioles cap on. I was orange. Unfortunately the Orioles gave up 22 runs... in one game to the Blue Jays yesterday. 22?
There is no further wisdom for now.
To Lilli: "I liked one particular Thai romance because viewers expect a boy-boy romance (the typical "when do they kiss" ... clue: in the last episode ) but get roped into a supernatural romance (one's a ghost) who may not have died as believed (detective). One character is dealing with his sexuality (coming of age) all the while trying to introduce his ghostly friend to Bangkok 2017 (things have changed in 20 years) which gives the foreign viewer a look-see into the culture and the young Thai (most viewers are teens, 20s) a view of their parent's music, food, etc. (historical) Then... the mother... ah, another mystery! Yadayadayada... all wrapped into 8 episodes. Even the end has a couple twists. "He's coming to me" is worth a view by mystery/detective writers as the clues are there long before the characters put it all together. My advice? Pay attention to everything from the very beginning. The characters by-the-way are wonderful. Easy to really empathize with them."
I moved into this building 13 years ago. Happy happy.
Read some blogs but I'm wiped out. I ate pasta, turkey, ricotta and now I'm drowsy. I need to lay down.
"How can the US protect Afghani women when they aren't willing to protect Texans?"
45 29 8:33 Bright and clear!
The days are definitely shorter, the nights cooler and leaves are turning. It'll be lovely if we are blessed with sun instead of smoke. Rain this coming weekend.
PPC#15 "Write a poem about your neighborhood. Required Form: poet's choice. Line Count: minimum 12 lines, no max."
Ah... which one? Where the oval went round and round? The Hip Strip? The view of the Enchanted Mountains? Sugg and front porches? My first place in Costa Rica? My second? Sabetha and the cornfields? Crete and kolaches? The 5 ships? Brick, walnuts and waterfalls? Rose window and a view? Where 5 dirts paths met? Dog, cat, cow? Utica, Tenth street shuffle, Under the elms and orioles,
WNY, college, Kansas, Costa Rica, Nebraska, Ontario, WNY x 4, Oklahoma, Kansas, Montana.
[unfinished — untitled]
born confined behind stone walls / he looked up and saw the skies
he saw the ladder propped up there / and decided he could fly
but childhood dreams remain undone / when risks are never tried
so he never climbed and never crawled / he was dead before he died.
she saw the ladder propped up so / and decided she could climb
an answer to her dreams she thought / at ninety she still had time
she never feared that she would fall / life was to be lead full-time
and lo, beyond the crumbling walls / a heavenly view sublime
© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.228] (14-15.septembre.2021)
Had over 50 notifications but most were just thumbs up or down. I mostly ignore those.
Out of circulation
I'm dying (we all are). But am I living?
What does being alive really mean? What is the point of staying alive past one's expiration date?
Are we-who-still-live willing to embrace our mortality and immortality?
The coins minted the year I was born are scratched, discolored, worn, he copper tarnished, the nickel dulled and whatever was silver melted down long ago. Few bills remain that aren't tattered, torn. What was once of some use in exchange for a cookie or a glass of milk, now deemed worthless and tossed in a jar or abused like those pennies flattened on tracks as the train passed or stretched and remolded into trinkets at a hot tourist spot, now closed.
Is it my time to go. If so, why do I hang on.
I'm old. Not so much by the calender date. That's just a reminder that I've survived so far. So many haven't. Am I old because I remember when songs first came out — fifty years ago. Am I old because I remember, albeit vaguely, how things used to be done? No, I'm old because I can't zig and zag and zog like I used to. I can't keep up and my memories fade.
But I'm not dead yet. Just slowly dying. Like wasps in autumn, the final frenzy before a frost puts their sting to rest. Am I resting when I nap or merely practicing being prone before I'm layed out? In the morning, do I look like I've slept in a coffin. Some days it takes more than sunlight to get me up and more than coffee to wake me.
My expiration date cometh. Sooner if I don't take better care of myself and fall off the shelf. I'll have to embrace that reality now or later, like it or not. And I will. We all do at the end.
Until then, I may as well keep learning — and living.
But do I look beyond? Realize that my life was a gift not just to myself but to others. What kind words or wisdom will linger, what poem I wrote for someone will be stuck in a book and forgotten, to be read and bring forth smiles decades or centuries later. Beyond the Veil of Death will my actions still matter in the material world.
My Muse might know, but he remains as mute as the angels that pass overhead, those who will return at the proper hour to share the final poem.
62 degrees just after midnight but an AQI of 132 makes getting out in the morning iffy.
Back to choking? It's supposed to rain tomorrow. *sigh*
50 degrees and 117 AQI. I feel it inside my place. It's 9 a.m. Guess I'm not going anywhere.
Finished Boy for Rent ผู้ชายให้เช่า. I have mixed feelings towards the production. Parts didn't make much sense.
70 degrees and 117 AQI at 1:30. I didn't go out. It's a dark hazy pall shrouding the mountains and the day.
Made ditalini with chopped greenbeans, parmesan, garlic, toasted sesame seed and ricotta. It turned out very good.
SoonerShawn > Weather Jamaica re climate drimes: "Think it would be even funnier if it said "I NAM'd someone"
61 degrees and 144 AQI. I can't catch a break. It's 20 til 12.
I did work my butt off for this.
It wasn't 'hard'. It was just frustrating. In English, punctuation matters.
153 AQI. Saw a patch of blue... don't trust it. 68 degrees. Another day stuck inside wishing I were elsewhere.
AQI has stayed high all day. Over 150 is considered hazardous. Rain is supposed to move in by 8:30. I'll be thrilled if it cleanses the air. A second or third band moving through would be nice... just saying. I'm hoping to be able to go to the farmers market tomorrow. I've been housebound since Wednesday.
"A mind that is stretched by new experience can never go back to its old dimensions." - Oliver Wendell Holmes (from Jen)
My response: "Every time I moved or had new experiences I couldn't go entirely back to being
the old me. My friends were shocked when I came home from Costa Rica when I was 22... a friend told me that the old me was just fine. I wish I would've known that before... Now? I just want a new body so I can enjoy what I've learned. I wrote about being 21 yesterday but held back on the most hurtful details." Her response was kind.
I steamed some buttercup squash with pumpkin spice. It was very good. Instead of dumping the water I made a cup of coffee with it. Not as good. Squash water with pumpkin spice might go better with tea.
To Harlow: "As for 'mandrake' ... that's another issue. We poets should be writing about cellphones, IT, Uber Eats, the Great Die-Off (of cash, conversation and cafes), the thousand masks we wear, how fear consumes us.
Once I was a gardener. I doubt most urban young people know the names of flowers and trees. They are concrete objects, but unknown and thereby devoid of any emotional response. Even smells... how many can relate to eau-de-outhouse? Or even a rotten egg. Who buys eggs? Not those ordering out everyday for lunch.
Without shared experiences we have difficulty communicating across divides of geography, religion, social class or generation."
I did go to bed late but this is ridiculous. If I felt or knew that sleep would heal whatever ails me I would acquiesce.
69 degrees. 57 AQI.
Stressed. Deadlines? Made two or three, blew the others off.
I did talk to Julian today. That helps. I sat with Travis for an hour and jabbered. That helped. Plus, he gave me a hug. He's been gone for two months.
I'll be glad that the Party ends tonight. I'm not a party person. I was able to give out a couple extra merit badges, entered two contests, completed one.
Ate up leftovers.
Found out that orange sparkling water goes good with coffee. Made hot carob with orange marmelade. It was an orange day.
Now. Back to my newest Thai TV binge: "Boys for Rent".
I told Stik: "I need to write about "the evils of democracy" someday. That will upset some folks. It's my intention to do so. That would come under historic trends. So would "death to dogma". "
Clyde Cafe is now open. It's just 3 blocks away. Drip is $2. They serve food.
I bought groceries. They are having a sale on potted meat: smoked ham, chicken, tuna. I'll need to go back and buy more. It's easier for me in the long run. One can = 2 to 4 servings. I only spent $11 but didn't want to carry more on my back. Progresso soup is also on sale. Bought ricotta and cottage cheese.
Saw Don, Bob and Dalton.
I'm a bit burnt out. No idea exactly why.
Listless. 4 p.m., 84 degrees but pleasant and AQI is 60 so... I don't think that's the problem.
Posted personal entry. Got 5 responses. Interesting.
AQ was poor overnight. 152 right now. A pleasant 67 degrees though.
Napped yesterday so I went to bed very late and got up late. I have no plans today. Little to nothing I can take care of on a Labor Day weekend.
Rent's paid. WDC is due end of October.
Maybe I can resolve my eye issues?
Using new computer. I'll probably leave it at home when/if I travel.
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Cooked lentils and rice with chicken and added onion, garlic and paella spice. Very good. Also roasted half a buttercup squash.
I told Apondia: "I try to be useful. The young travelers get it; but, people who know nothing but school and work might think I'm using up their oxygen and that I'm in the way.
I wasn't good at practicing while young. Still not disciplined. In spite of all that I'm learning Thai... slowly... there is no rush.
They can put
(here lies a ghost)
on my gravestone. It actually looks awesome! It has the same vowel throughout "tee-nee-mee-pee".
I roasted buttercup squash with rosemary in my toaster oven today. I boiled rice and lentils with chicken and paella spices on the stove. If I didn't have either I know how to open a can. I haven't tried an air fryer but if I ever get to travel rural Isan a.k.a North-East Thailand (around Maha Sarakham) I may experience who-knows-what made who-knows-how. I'm looking forward to that."
Day is already warming up. 67 @ 11 a.m. Very bad AQI @ 146. I do need to get some cleaning done but bad air and any heat make the chore much worse.
Received a purty rainbow ribbon. Third place for "Sit next to the fire, as close as you dare  Soltices" . I don't normally write villanelles.
81 calm degrees at 7. It cleared up. AQI = 54. May dip into the high 40s tonight. More yellow on the trees. Quiet.
posted in "Blogville "
Experience vs secondhand vs hearsay vs I-read-it-in-a-book vs I-heard-it-on-Fox-news vs Q-whispered-in-my-ear.
Taliban of Texas and the failure of democracy: how men have decided that they have more rights to a woman's body than said female.
Blessings: never to be 21 again. 364 days to celebrate my life but you need to focus on the one day I reserve for myself. If you really don't like me being here then maybe I should schedule my own euthanasia on that day to save space on my headstone. Born - Died month/day
After a very chilly night with my fan on I now nurse a warm coffee and avocado toast.
I need to recycle blog posts like "Summer Daze at The Shallot" and go back in time through L'aura's dusty layers!
I decided to keep my Dell Inspiron. It has limitations... that I'll just have to deal with. Plus, I really need a Samsung S9 plus ... a.s.a.p.
To Mike: "I have a stove, microwave, toaster-oven, toaster. I don't use the regular oven. I tend to eat whatever doesn't scurry away. The avocado was toast today. I don't eat out in restaurants except when traveling. I used to hang out in cafés. I'll grab something at our Saturday market."
68 degrees at noon. Went to market got some Greek custard pie, green beans (as a consolation because they didn't have my favorite malon, Sinful, and ate a blueberry pastry made by Irina. I chatted with Tootie about covid; she sells fragrances.
On the way to Butterfly Herbs I stopped to say hello to a woman washing windows. Agnes is 87, grew up in Humphreys, Minnesota. We talked about baking bread.
Now I'm waiting for my salted caramel milkshake while listening to Nessum Dorme from Turondot.
I'm doing okay today.
Found a website with a Thai keyboard (there are two types). There are no capital letters in Thai so 'shift' just gives diffrent characters. I'll need to choose one because the letters aren't in the same place. I can type from my regular keyboard. For instance 'i' gives me the letter 'r': and 'd' gives me 'k'.
ผมรักคุณ (P̄hm rạk khuṇ) is spelled 'z,iyd86i' The two 'i' are different (found on different screens). It means 'I love you'.
To Harlow Flick: "...some gun owners would have personal pocket nuclear grenades if they were allowed.
Too bad they don't make the connection that guns are useless if they don't kill. So why have one if you don't intend to kill someone?"
To Eric: "There's so much trauma in all of our lives, some big and some small, that accumulate over time until happiness becomes as elusive as trying to nail jello to a tree."
Resolved? Talking to Dillon: answer to my dilemma may be Samsung 9S plus.
I think these were my August contest entries:
"We never asked her name "
"Rosemary for memory "
"The Ayes have it  "
"Unhappy endings "
I ran out of steam. I'm only happy with a couple of them.
58 degrees at 11am. Quite cold at dawn.
I received 3 awardicons today:
"Opening the garden ... of the heart  (36 lines)" in "Nurture your Nature" Share your faith
"Rosemary for memory " Senior
"Butterfly Herbs on the 22nd of May" Whatever
It's grocery day.
CONCOURS D'ÉCRITURE DE SEPTEMBRE
nope "A Fistful of Merit Badges" 21 merit badges ... but 21 or birthday related? *ick*
"Barrel of Monkeys" 10 songs Dimash
"The WDC Birthday Bash Blog Relay" 9 day blog relay 8 groups so I'll need to do 8 comments per day.
" Unicorn, Bunny Writing Contest" Bo and Sprinkles
"Marketing Muse" jingle
"Charlie Chaplin Chews Chocolate Chutney" alliteration is sending me home (anticipation song)
"Poetry Music Challenge " music > poem
"Universal poetry writing contest" scififan as many as u like, 15 lines or less Zm?
SONGS for "Barrel of Monkeys"
My artist is Dimash Kudaibergen. (born 1994, Kazakhstan)
1. "Dimash 1 SOS d'un terrien en détresse"
2. "Dimash 2 "Autumn Strong""
3. "Dimash 3"
4. "Dimash 4"
5. "Dimash 5"
6. "Dimash 6"
7. "Dimash 7"
8. "Dimash 8"
9. "Dimash 9"
10. "Dimash 10"
Songs I'm considering:
SOS d'un terrien en détresse https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpoSskAVrPc (Linor Oren)
Confessa and Diva Dance
Love is like a Dream
Autumn Strong 秋意濃 (Qiū yì nóng) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmeFKorib2o (Alfredo Castro)
Love of Tired Swans
The Show Must Go On.
Besame mucho https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOMlzOsbhck
"Niña de mis ojos" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qngEJUWHv-E
Dimash - Qaraǵym-aı https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HilvUOOPRvE
Song list: https://dimashdq.blogspot.com/p/dimashs-song-list.html
6:30 and 72 degrees, but feels warmer. Walked to the store and bought groceries. Packpack was full and a bit heavy. Hard coming up the stairs.
This is the best I can do. Please email me if there's an issue and I'll explain.
The English above is a poem. It may be even harder to parse than prose. I took out the space between words for a reason. The following is an approxiamate in Thai. Thai has no capitalization or punctuation. There is no space between words. There's only a space between phrases or sentences. This is how it normally looks! May be a puzzle to English speakers but it's actually easier to parse as vowels mark word boundaries and only certain consonant clusters are allowed.
มีดอกไม้ ดอกไม้มากมาย และหญ้าแห้ง หญ้าหวาน เราเดินผ่านทุ่งหญ้าด้วยแสงจันทร์ หายไปท่ามกลางดอกไม้ในตอนกลางวัน
มีดอกไม้ ดอกไม้หวานมากมาย คุณเลือกช่อแสงแดดสีทอง สานพวงหรีด วางไว้บนศีรษะของฉันเหมือนมงกุฎ ฉันมีความสุข
แต่ เราทุกคนต่างก็เติบโตขึ้น ตอนนี้คุณบอกว่าคุณไม่เห็นฉัน อย่าทำหน้าบึ้ง ในฝันของคุณคุณจะรู้ฉันจากฟาร์
ในทุ่งหญ้าพันดาว (in the field of a thousand stars)
can only be parsed ใน ทุ่ง หญ้า พัน ดาว (nı thùng h̄ỵ̂ā phạn dāw)
ใน the vowel precedes 'n'.
ทุ่ง the vowel is under 'th' and the low tone above.
หญ้า too complicated for me to explain as I'm learning but ห cannot end a word; it marks 'h' or high tone.
พัน two consonants, short vowel above the 'ph'.
ดาว the vowel 'a' falls between two consonants and าว is possibly pronounced 'ao'.
After noon. Warming up. Went out and saw friends. It's been ages since I saw Parris and Nancy.
Used my new computer but might still return it.
|52 calm cool degrees. 20 AQI. It normally would be a pleasure getting up this fine morning but I feel odd.
Wrote Elisa: In your response you touch on:
I've written blogs on all of the above; but, perhaps I should focus on one at a time and once more address the issues you raise
Saw friends. Ate.
No, I did not eat my friends.
Seen at YCC re twitter: Brocken Spectre.
A Brocken spectre (German: Brockengespenst), also called Brocken bow, mountain spectre, or spectre of the Brocken is the magnified (and apparently enormous) shadow of an observer cast upon clouds opposite the Sun's direction. The figure's head is often surrounded by the halo-like rings of coloured light forming a glory, which appears opposite the Sun's direction when uniformly-sized water droplets in clouds refract and backscatter sunlight.
The phenomenon can appear on any misty mountainside or cloud bank, even when seen from an airplane, but the frequent fogs and low-altitude accessibility of the Brocken, a peak in the Harz Mountains in Germany, have created a local legend from which the phenomenon draws its name. The Brocken spectre was observed and described by Johann Silberschlag in 1780, and has since been recorded often in literature about the region.
PPC#13 Remember 'time capsules'?
Write a poem about what you'd put in one if
you were to create one today.
Line Count: minimum of 12
Image ID "Short Shots Image Prompt (August 2021)"
I did write it! 
|56 degrees and clear blue skies at 11:11. If it were always like this...
But it ain't! Got to market early. Got my cherry pastry. Got my yeller watermelon, my Sinful, my Buttercup.
Time to write my blogville blog and write some contest entries. If not now... never.
YCC: GaleForceWinds > Augustine V "Blog is def going Twilight Zone down below....legs....nails.....blocking.....troll....."
YCC: Wundindy > "My boys & husband were fishing at our camp in Dularge last weekend. Youngest was listening to updates and looked at me with the saddest eyes saying he wished he knew about Ida last week so they could’ve moved some stuff that could hurt the environment. My sweet 10 year old!! I told him “daddy does that every time y’all leave” and his eyes full of hold-back tears and he said “well, I really wish I could’ve just said goodbye just in case”. 💔 "
The dscussion about Ida is nitpicky. Someone is gonna git hit, some is gonna git hurt. If you're in the way... git out!
I do think that there's some bureaucratic insanity in NOLA... but that would not be news.
Prediction. Since everyone else gives their 2 cents. Cat 4 135 mph (tops), weakening. Larger TS windfield than now. MS and AL get rain and storm surge greater than expected as of now. About 100 fatalities. MS is immobilized like it was after K.
MO: there hasn't been enough attention to infrastructure upgrded to hurricane specks. Even the levees were not done properly. The Dutch went to 1,000 year odds after the storm of 1953. The Army Corp of Engineers? Typically American and cost-cutting. Hope and pray that the Nuclear Plant barely above sea-level isn't breached. Very short-sighted and very incompetant. Typically American. Build it fast. Make money. Leave town. Let others pay.
I wrote Sum1: "Is there any way that someone (who has the time) could look for newbies, especially black cases that post in a blog occasionally and entice them to join? Like contact them directly. "Hey, I see you have a blog and posted a few entries. Wanna join us?"
I don't think the Newsfeed is going to do it. Not every reads it and frankly, if it doesn't seem to pertain to them... Remember this site is full of introverts who even in the safety of their caves, hiding behind avatars, are still afraid (and yes I think fear is a factor) to post anything real or dare share an opinion.
I come from that background. I know that landscape very well. I even navigate it better than most of the shyest authors here! I hide behind my masks and people think that they know me? They don't... and yet they do... if they read my blogs.
I'm an odd duck.
I do think a personal invitation may be in order. I know all 9 participants. I know Dutchessbarbie least of all. Good to see Petra back (Wakeupandlive). 9... isn't enough. Only half make it through. In the past, some have had good intentions but gave up when they missed a few entries (I suspect their heart really wasn't into it) and because this is a contest (with prizes) rather than an open forum (like QotD or Express it in Eight), once they can't "win" they give up. 20 contestants to start is better as it ends with 10-12.
Good luck on encouraging folks to comment. It works... some of the time."
57 degrees / 33 AQI at 10:30 pm.
To Robert: "Oh, I mostly agree. This article may make valid arguments but it's... So fuckin' Anglo! As if this has anything to do with anyone living outside the Anglo-American bubble!
2009 - phone booths everywhere, no cell phones.
2011 - even young teenagers have cellphones.
There was an important change in those two years in Costa Rica.
The 1980s and Reagan? There was severe inflation and shortages of necessities in CR and teenagers went to work instead of school... CR lost a few years of educated population.
1963 Irazu explodes. Ash everywhere in CR. Meanwhile the USA was getting mired down in Viet Nam, a war that defined any male exposed to an involuntary military draft. However, this war did NOT define Africa or South America, or most of Europe or Asia. And it affected the early so-called US boomers who were sent away to die in ways that someone born at the end, who was 10, would never have to contemplate.
1948. CR transitioned from a warzone to not having an army. Black folks were allowed to visit the Highlands. Important, maybe?
Every country has similar dates of fundamental changes in society. The USA likes to think it's the only country out there and that somehow with 4.25% or so of the world's population that our history and culture... and the labels we use to define people... matter most. What silly hubris!
So basically "silent, boomer, gen-x, millenial, gen-z" labels only apply to Americans and even then they are mostly meaningless."
47 degrees, 14 AQI. Chilly morning.
Posted Ida... "An Ode to Ida ... as it lands" Some response.
It's 3:40 in NOLA ... landfall was almost 4 hours ago. Ida is feeding off the marshlands and not weakening. Double eye wall, winds may still be over 140. Slowing down. Could be a long night in Louisiana, one of the longest they have ever had.
I never did write her/him a poem:
Write a story inspired by this sweet looking pony!
therewereflowers lotsofflowers มีดอกไม้ ดอกไม้มากมาย
andhay sweethay และหญ้าแห้ง หญ้าหวาน
youpickedabouquetofgoldensunshine woveawreath placeditonmyheadlikeacrown
คุณเลือกช่อแสงแดดสีทอง สานพวงหรีด วางไว้บนศีรษะของฉันเหมือนมงกุฎ
but weallgrowup andnowyousayyoucannotseeme
แต่ เราทุกคนต่างก็เติบโตขึ้น ตอนนี้คุณบอกว่าคุณไม่เห็นฉัน
Ida came to Louisiana looking for jewels. If she rained hard enough, blew hard enough, the security cameras would be blinded, soaked or smashed to pieces. Ida was a natural born gold-digger and thief. She took after her aunt on her father's side. You may have known her. Her name was Katrina Burglar. We called her Kat, but in public we just whispered, K. No reason to wake the undead. But Surgee, dear Surgee, kept an eye on Ida and listened to every wind lash and splashing wave. He recorded it all.
Taboobooboo: SUMMER BREAK summer holiday vacation family travel or any derivatives of these words
It was the smoke
choking the valley
the bacon burning
tar coating your lungs
I... I tried to breathe
sitting by the window
in front of the air-purifier
under the blast of the a/c.
But time is precious
when green turns to gold
and the end looms nigh
you coughing up blood.
two months to relax
dreaming of beaches
you in your bikini
me drowning in sorrows
I look forward to tomorrow
packing the suitcase
going back to school
relearning how to breathe
the scream filled the air
coming out of nowhere
we looked here
we looked there
we never turned around
she stood rigid in place
mask on her face
arsenic and lace
grimace? just a trace
hands and feet tightly bound
did we know her name
did we share her shame
who did she blame
we never asked her game
but that unholy scream
and the shrieks
and the creaks
and the echoing peaks
memory of all that reeks
how her pleas pierced our dreams
|It's around 70 degrees. I'm having internet issues... but who cares. It's pleasant outside. I got to see friends. Mailed a postcard. Ate a chocolate croissant.
Angie may have helped me clarify what I need to connect... rather than a laptop, an android tablet may do as well. I have a Samsung A6 but I'm looking for something with a great camera and specs. It may cost me a bit but rather than get a fancy phone a tablet may do.
Elisa poses questions: "Why does God allow for different religions and interpretations within the same religion?
I'll try to write a blog entry pondering that. My first response is: God doesn't. But that sounds flippant.
You can't make that kind of suggestion without at least suggesting what kind of safety net will be in place when the church (along with its schools) are brought down. Something has to replace these things for people, and it makes far more sense to have at least a skeleton of a plan ready.
I'll ponder this as well."
62 degrees at 11 p.m. AQI of 94 but possible rain in the morning.
Ida is strengthening near Grand Cayman but Saturday is when we really find out.
Rain came through around 9. 50s and will stay cool today.
Ida is a hurricane and Julian should be named today. We may have to wait for Kate.
63-36. Nice symmetry. Rain on-and-off = a wonderful AQI of 36. And 63 degrees is comfortable.
I need to write two blogs. One in celebration of Martin Luther King's "I have a dream", August 28, 1963. The other on Katrina and how we blame God for everything instead of using our brains and heart! Katrina roared ashore on August 29, 2005.
In the future... how some Christian's are obsessed with the State of the Soul... yours... while at the same time neglecting their own (aggressively, ignorantly). Misusing Jesus? Weaponization of Religion or Spirituality? Stuck in the Wars of the Past? Schizoid? (although that would take a lot of research and soul searching. They good-god/bad-god theme is almost a genre. "The Good-god/bad-god Genre at WDC" )
"Criminalization of Generosity" "J'accuse"