Wednesday, May 18, 2011

A Bread in Belfast

One of the virtues of being very young is that you don't let the facts get in the way of your imagination. ~Sam Levenson


A child's world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood. ~Rachel Carson


Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young. ~Sainte-Beuve, Portraits littéraires, 1862


In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play. ~Friedrich Nietzsche


Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. ~Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince, 1943


The reluctance to put away childish things may be a requirement of genius. ~Rebecca Pepper Sinkler


He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead; his eyes are closed. ~Albert Einstein


There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~ Elizabeth Lawrence quotes


Perhaps what we sometimes call 'genius' is simply a refusal to altogether let go of childhood imagination. ~ Michael Cibenko


When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay. ~Brian Aldiss


When you're green you're growing, and when you're ripe you start to rot. ~Ray Kroc


I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then. ~Bob Seger, "Against the Wind"


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Saturday, May 7, 2011

Take THAT, Boring! POW! P-P-Pow!

How to anthopomorphize the items on my weekend Task List?

.... I'm feeling like a toddler with lips sealed shut, waiting for mom to realize she ONLY wants to eat green beans that make the noises of choochoo-trains and aero-planes. Well, today I am remembering to be a good mom to the toddler in me - anticipate the stories & promises & scolds that will empower her to Do the Right Thing. (Unfortunately, she was still wearing the pants in this relationship over breakfast... which meant sausage croissant roll for the 3rd day in a row instead of green beans. Or at least Special K Red Berries. Can I go back? Meh, whatever. I will rule lunch tray.)

So back to magical thinking... (as if I'd ever left)

Anthropomorphical Weekend Task List

Attend a Kennedy Center Concert = to have something to finally call Grampa Hank for chatting about

Bust out a 4 pager on Branch Campuses = to improve my chances of every-morning coffee with Rebecca Horton, a friend I love to break bread with

Clean my room = shower love and affection on my bunkmate Hayley, who deserves all my love and affection*

Dry cleaning all the way at Eastern Market = to slay a dust dragon encircling my high-maintenance clothes, including that really sleek work skirt. SLAY!

Ender's Game = to become a space warrior commander (not to be mistaken for space cowboy, my other favorite thing to be)

Fake out the trash, I mean... = to imagine I am Zack and I like taking out the trash (better than cleaning the bathroom at least)*

Gym workout = to hang out with my dad (from a distance) who is likely to be at the gym too. Where else would he be on a Saturday? Hey Dad!*

Hit a gay club/lounge at midnight = to celebrate Robert's debut as a back-up dancer extraordinaire

Ice my shoulder = to invite 23 little fairies to dance on my shoulder, throwing healing darts through my skin into my muscles*

Just CALL Amazon about broken Kindle = to give mom another kiss on the cheek for buying me this extravagant gift (and make up for the slap on her cheek, letting it sit on a shelf for 2 months)

* = done

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Do The Right Thing, but not A Spike Lee Joint

"The Wire: -30- (#5.10)" (2008)

Walon: He's just putting it all out there, you know, the good and the bad.

Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins: You know what? The bad don't bother me to have out there. Shit, I know the bad. I ain't lying to no one about the bad.

Walon: Scared of somebody calling you good?

Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins: A lot of folks volunteer places. A lot of folks share at meetings. Plenty of motherfuckers wake up every day and not get high. Man making me sound special for doing what the fuck I need to be doing.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Spring

The days and the nights beat like wings on a butterfly, like hail drumming down. They beat as paint and glow and fire erupt with the sound of it.

Monday, May 2, 2011

a glimpse of redemption to season the "celebration"

Death to the Death-Dealer!

Mourning (rather than celebration) remains my more natural instinct. Mourning that we live in a world in which a man's life, actions, and reputation can become so defined by his evil impulses. Mourning that human society, culture, and religion is capable of taking a beautiful little boy and shaping him over time into a mass murderer whose assassination sparks joy in the hearts of so many good people around the world. Mourning that there IS no justice on Earth for the kind of violence and hatred and ruin that this man effected. And mourning that the destruction of something/someone evil offers me little hope, as I would always choose redemption over this "justice." Such things as redemption rarely make the news, though. Destruction is so much more accessible.