It’s so cool that Chrissie Hynde repeatedly refers to love as “the word” in the Pretenders’ ’80s-era song Show Me. It seems a suave intracultural reference to the 1965 song The Word by the Beatles. That song, of course, was referring to love, as well. Also, a beautiful and poetic line in the Pretenders’ song: Welcome here from outer space / The Milky Way is still in your eyes. That line makes me think of a newborn coming into the world.
This photo I took yesterday in Kyle Canyon, Nevada, reminds me of Close Encounters.
The old man was delivering seedlings to a nursery in a beat-up truck — its platform fenced in by scrap-wood panels.
It was the start of a new day: The man wore a yellow shirt — loud as unmitigated sunshine.
A shovel jutted up from the center of his flatbed— its handle to the sky, as if the spade were staked into deep earth.
She is an angel floating above Earth
She happens to be having a manic mood swing
I can see a twinkle in her eyes
Her teeth are pearly white and her smile wide
She knows something I don’t
Even her dark secrets appear wholesome Continue reading “On Top of the World”
I am learning this for my weekly travels in the nearby Spring Mountains. Will be posting more often about my outdoor adventures. (be warned)
I eat granola cereal in the mornings because it reminds me of granite
I like granite because in large slabs it cannot be easily toppled
I live in a house w/ granite counter tops that always look clean + amazing—
Powerful—something that would withstand your fist or even a cleaver or a blow of a hatchet
Superman is made of steel, and Wonder Woman wears an impenetrable belt
And then there’s Thor with his mighty hammer
Me, I listen to Daft Punk, Simon/Garfunkle’s Rock/Island song
I live in my granola world. I build fibrous walls of nuts & seeds, steel-cut oats, seasoned with sea salt
Standing on line at the restaurant, suddenly I am next. It makes me feel like Friday after clocking out at work, where everything’s about to happen. And the waiter or waitress will at some point carry over my tray of food, and everything will be situated just so. There will be a rosebud in the vase on my table and I will snap a photo.
There is a certain element of death imbued in writing. All of it is a sort of last gasp. Perhaps why I oftentimes wear black. In a way I cease to exist. In the rare instances when I am noticed, then I have a willingness to vanish. Not altogether, but enuf that you won’t see me. I would like to be a fly on your wall. Maybe not a fly but a lizard, although not poisonous. Just nosy.
How important packaging has become in the Age of Bottled Water. I am a pink flower-powered Fiji female, hopped up on alkaline & properly ionized. Electro-lit! While munching on plu 8594 cranberry & cashew mix, I sip through a volcanic rock filter in an artesian aquifer.
It is Essentia to stay hydrated in the Mojave, & if you notice, @essentiawater has exquisite product design. Carry a bottle & it’s a fashion statement, as well as a declaration of social status & #hydration awareness.