In honor of today’s snowstorm and in anticipation of the spring, please humbly accept this days’ blog:
I just realized that I have to accept the fact that I cannot make a
living doing bird calls. I don't want to have to drink water for a living
and so my famous red wing blackbird call would be lost. For those of you
who also know how to do that call you know it's lost at first flush anyway.
I got to thinking about the qigong exercise called 'chasing the clouds'
or 'following the clouds'. This is the one where you go from side to side following your fingers with
your eyes. Chasing the clouds exercise brings me back to birds.
Who else but birds really chase clouds?
According to Peterson's Birds East of the Rockies the onomatopoeia (or would it be transliteration in this case?) of the blackbird's call is: konk-la-ree or o-ka-lay. Now the konk-la-ree blackbirds are generally from the north and those that sound more like o-ka-lay tend to be from the south. That said, most blackbirds prefer the undulating sway of the phragmites or marsh grasses to the solid stillness of a piling. This is how one can tell them apart from seagulls.
I bow to the spirit of the neurosis in all of us.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Token Tuesday a day late and mite sorry
Mite or a mite sorry could be a tale about an orphan arachnid. But it is not.
There are good things about being a token. You have your role explained and delineated for you. No questions. Probably only a trace amount of neurosis. Tokenism has been given a bad name. It should be considered as an essential element for the UN bill of human rights. As suggested to a friend: 'How about we start the year off right and call this The Year of the Token? That way, your esteemed token hetero self will get the respect you deserve. It's about time you stood up for your rights. Stand up for all the others silenced by the assumptions of the culture; falsely led to believe that there's no need to explain who they are because they are everywhere.' It's time token heteros formed a movement. March on Washington girlfriend!!!!'
Don’t let the hedgehogs get you down.
There are good things about being a token. You have your role explained and delineated for you. No questions. Probably only a trace amount of neurosis. Tokenism has been given a bad name. It should be considered as an essential element for the UN bill of human rights. As suggested to a friend: 'How about we start the year off right and call this The Year of the Token? That way, your esteemed token hetero self will get the respect you deserve. It's about time you stood up for your rights. Stand up for all the others silenced by the assumptions of the culture; falsely led to believe that there's no need to explain who they are because they are everywhere.' It's time token heteros formed a movement. March on Washington girlfriend!!!!'
Don’t let the hedgehogs get you down.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Dig it
Blog honesty.
All apologies as a disclaimer.
If fric and frac are at your back
then hope for snow so work you won't go.
But upon learning that they might have been real people
and the more positive definition is how closely associated they are:
let's call it a rest and give our soul some zest.
Power trips require at least two people.
Let's hope one of them is standing in a puddle.
Did she write that or just think it?
Serious now, respect is a right that should be about process as well as people.
It ain't always so and I'm sorry if anyone else had a rough day today.
Hang in there and know that you have dignity.
From the word dignus.
In other words, I dig you and you should dig yourself.
Or as some would say, namaste.
The soul in me digs the soul in you.
All apologies as a disclaimer.
If fric and frac are at your back
then hope for snow so work you won't go.
But upon learning that they might have been real people
and the more positive definition is how closely associated they are:
let's call it a rest and give our soul some zest.
Power trips require at least two people.
Let's hope one of them is standing in a puddle.
Did she write that or just think it?
Serious now, respect is a right that should be about process as well as people.
It ain't always so and I'm sorry if anyone else had a rough day today.
Hang in there and know that you have dignity.
From the word dignus.
In other words, I dig you and you should dig yourself.
Or as some would say, namaste.
The soul in me digs the soul in you.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Pieces of Nic
Check out pieces of Nic at http://www.conversationswithnic.com/ for inspiration about quitting smoking and other undesireable characters.
on hok
"Hok a tchynik" which means loosely "bang on the tea kettle" which is a way of saying 'to yak or nag endlessly'. When I first heard this phrase I took it as it sounded alliteratively. So forever in my mind "hok" means hock and hok a tchynic, well I say it like this, "Don't hock my china." Meaning, don't sell my dishes.
They say that when we die our cells go off in different directions and eventually the organization of our body into the lungs or kidneys, the knees even or the liver, dissipates because the cells are not just dying but wandering off unorganized. I think they say that. In any case, what I say is, my brain cells are already on diaspora. Doesn't that sound like a holiday though?
The sun's out
the snow sparkles,
make soup.
They say that when we die our cells go off in different directions and eventually the organization of our body into the lungs or kidneys, the knees even or the liver, dissipates because the cells are not just dying but wandering off unorganized. I think they say that. In any case, what I say is, my brain cells are already on diaspora. Doesn't that sound like a holiday though?
The sun's out
the snow sparkles,
make soup.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
how I'm coping today
Just so I don't give real neurosis a bad name thought I'd suggest a subtitle for this blog. The daily neurotic or how I'm coping today.
Some might call it an internal dynamic coded into our emotional state with frequencies of unrest or turmoil; while others may find that whatever it is about anyone that they might deem neurotic, they can only trust these people and those free of neurosis become suspect. Or as some see it and lay claim to comfort, the neurotic person is aware of consensual reality and still feels a need to hold on to something in case gravity disappears. Whatever causes may be difficult to bear in this world, such as making a living or dealing with the continual onslaught of bad news - bad news about the environment both human and non-human, knowing you're not alone in your concern or with your case of nerves, I'm hoping, is a good thing. Of course I'll always recommend finding ways of positive action or positive non-action to soothe and smooth your days. But when you got bugged or a bug up your butt, check out this blog to see if your spirit has been kindred - or if kind has been wedded to your spirit and you're not alone with your difficult feelings.
Don't let your love go stale.
Some might call it an internal dynamic coded into our emotional state with frequencies of unrest or turmoil; while others may find that whatever it is about anyone that they might deem neurotic, they can only trust these people and those free of neurosis become suspect. Or as some see it and lay claim to comfort, the neurotic person is aware of consensual reality and still feels a need to hold on to something in case gravity disappears. Whatever causes may be difficult to bear in this world, such as making a living or dealing with the continual onslaught of bad news - bad news about the environment both human and non-human, knowing you're not alone in your concern or with your case of nerves, I'm hoping, is a good thing. Of course I'll always recommend finding ways of positive action or positive non-action to soothe and smooth your days. But when you got bugged or a bug up your butt, check out this blog to see if your spirit has been kindred - or if kind has been wedded to your spirit and you're not alone with your difficult feelings.
Don't let your love go stale.
Monday, February 1, 2010
chronic blog
I'm not literate yet re blogs and cannot, apparently, find my way out of this virtual blog bag. When breathing in the air from a blog bag you get back blog air into your system; clouding your brain even further and making it that much more difficult to get out into blog land where I imagine the sun is shining and nothing beautiful is left unsaid. Such is my fate today; and hence the name of this site cause I'm not getting nowhere fast and it's frustrating. Blog blog blog blog blog. If you read those out loud as I said them inside my head you'd hear me badly punning on blah, blah, blah and so on. Maybe not the truest interpretation of what I'd like to state here but I'm keeping this site clean. Unless I get an ulcer and then if need be, for curative purposes only of course, I will curse my fool head off.
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