First of all, the eggs in my dream were not in their carton. They stood upright, transfixed inside my fridge, side by side as if a married couple on their porch. Who knows what they were looking at? Perhaps each other. Observing them, they struck me as enigmatic, and so of course I thought ofContinue reading “Two Eggs”
Mozart is to Marquis de Sade as Chopin is to Oscar Wilde (physical appearance-wise)
Perhaps “client” denotes those for whom services are provided, while “customer” is the lower-rung term reserved for the retail industry. In our either/or culture, would you rather purchase goods or services? Experiences or objects?
Where things stand today with intermission The planet seems to be away at one right now. Wherever there is noise and empty chairs there is one underway. The world is on recess — smoking, eating, jabbering, visiting the restroom en masse. The attendants are collecting tips in exchange for folded towels and mints. There isContinue reading “Intermission commentary”
When my cat is on my bed there is nothing left for her to attain. In her feline world, it is the pinnacle of places in which to rest and roam. My bed is like New York City, where there is nowhere left to go. Meaning, anywhere else is a step down. So you justContinue reading “Lofty living with my cat”
Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.
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:Continue reading “The clever reference in ‘Show Me’”
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
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 aContinue reading “Granola”