Wednesday, September 23, 2009


The other side

The corporation cannot evolve fast
Enough to control the wanton
Parameters of sacrosanct biennials.
Once again Pliny the Elder attributes
Quaint colloquies to his better half,
A penguin/saguaro hybrid in a
Retro Chevette, tow-strap, atop
A pineapple rig. Not surprisingly
A black river of scorpions had
Stowed up with Pedro
In the hatch,
Thus the quotient multiplied
Out: hence a leaking tube of beige caulk,
Venom and hysterics resulted in visa vi
This hybrid of the Elder’s, who
Lassoed aforementioned Chevette,
Becoming sole master
Then bombarded Cleveland with
Backhanded and tectonic compliments,
Completely retaining forever the key
To the city…
Now Cleveland really rocks.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Who Did ???

,so i'm vacationing this week, but have no real plans, other than digging in the dirt and taking Toby in for his 'operation' ... oh and that half-marathon thingy is this weekend...

hopefully i can do a post-a-day...just don't know how so many of you out there find the time or inspiration...amazing!

here goes nothing: when the earth was young, the noblest of ameobas gazed into the sky from their primordial ooze and waved.

who said this was a dog's life...?it's a dog day afternoon!

a weed is just something that grows where you don't want it...parking lots are full of weeds, but then what do the weeds think of the parking lot?

...is it just me, or are the days getting shorter...certainly the shadows seem longer!

Who did?

Katydid!

definition from Answers.com :

Origin: 1752
In the summer of 1743, Pennsylvania botanist John Bartram accompanied ambassador Conrad Weiser to peace negotiations with the Iroquois Indians in what is now New York State. Eight years later the journal of his trip was published in London as Observations on the Inhabitants, Climate, Soil, Rivers, Productions, Chemicals, and other matters worthy of Notice made by Mr. John Bartram in his travels from Pennsylvania to Onondaga, Oswego, and the Lake Ontario in Canada. That was in 1751. By 1752, therefore, copies were circulating in the American colonies, where the call of the a certain insect could be noted on page 70: "The great green grass-hopper began to sing (Catedidist) these were the first I observed this year."
Or was it chittediddle? That was Meriwether Lewis's spelling in his 1804 record of the Lewis and Clark expedition. The name has also been spelled kittledee, kittydid, and cataded, among others, in attempts to imitate the sound.
All those names have faded out, however, in favor of katydid for the simple reason that katydid is made up of familiar English words. As early as 1784, a travel writer remarked about "a very singular insect" on Long Island: "They are named by the inhabitants here Katy did's." Perhaps the grasshoppers were just having a monotonous conversation in English.
But if, in their conversation, all the katydids agree that "Katy did," it would seem unnecessary for them to discuss it at length. And all katydids don't sound alike, either. So that led to a tongue-in-cheek explanation: Some of the insects say "Katy did," others "Katy didn't." Neither side wins the argument, but it gives them an excuse to argue all night in the song we still hear all over the North American continent.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Art Challenge revealed


A little while back,
Susan at ArtSpark Theatre
Came up with this challenge.

Here is my response,
click on the pic for a larger view.

From what I understand she will be linking
to all the results in October.
Toodles!

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Theme Thursday, Over the Hill...

Over the Hill, and climbing on and all over a few other things as well---

Had to go all the way up to get this picture:
I climbed that!

Turkey Run State Park: I climbed that!

Camelback Mountain: I climbed that!


The Dunes : Maybe one the hardest hikes I've been on: I climbed that!
Squaw Peak, deadly, but strangely satisfying:

I climbed that!

Three Brothers in Colorado:

Proof--I climbed that!

Rapid City Works project.
I climbed that!
(so did my histerically blabbering finger pointing 'dinosaur' yelling 1 year old)
No, but I would!

Celebral



We heard he was pendular,
Terribly pendular, popular
In the lower hemisphere
And elsewhere
Where the mood swings;
He’d become
A celebrity en masse
Favorably showing
Swinging momentously
His pendularity
In perpetuity.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

augmented



The augmentation fad has
Really caught on…
Not the ‘in-thing’
Actually the norm in fact;
For in my time I have discovered many
With eyes so blue, so clear,
Their brains showed clean through!
Deep mops of hair, so thick that
Many a comb has been lost;
Spiders set up shop there--unnoticed--
Chickadees nest and return year after year.
My investigations have uncovered
Uncrooked fingers, siphoned blubber,
Electrolysis en masse .
Neck, arms, butts and breasts,
And get this: vocal chords.
This day alone I started upon hearing
Cary Grant and Ethyl Merman
Conversing, and turning to look seeing
They were Bob and Sue! Who knew?
So on a quest for filler,
Chapter 10 required a fluffing
And my grant providing leeway
For a plane ride and a cup of Joe,
To San Fran I flew to visit a couple so altered,
None knew their names.
Big Joe and Lulu they answered to, remembered they said,
When called.
Lulu was a fine girl, frilly bouncing and pure cream,
Her tufted white locks done up in pompoms and pink ribbons.
Big Joe with leather cuffs and scars,
Deliberately maintained, and studs all around.
Little was said, but I was offered crunchy snacks
And for a while we played catch with a tennis ball.
Lulu loved tinkle bells.
Our daughter--they proudly beckoned at her nursery door--
Was surely a beauty, not unlike her handsome folks.
Lovely ones, with exquisite progeny, no doubt.
I looked in, cute she was, as a button.
Snuggled deep into her pink bedding,
Contentedly chewing on a pink rubber bone.
Unaugmented, perfect as God made her,
Her genes generously passed from parents proud and doting.
Tinkerbell was etched upon her tag, and tinkle they did,
When she wagged at me.

Monday, September 7, 2009

the Bad Run!

Around 7:30, feeling a bit restless…need to get out of the house.
Change into running shorts…going out for a run.
Sick of running around the neighborhood. Blah.
Jump in car--will head over to local park; no also boring,
4 times around is a 10 K. Boring.
Going to greenway, through the woods, by the river.
Get to parking lot, a few vehicles, some kids on their bikes.
In position, I start my run, good energy tonight; temps are cool.
Run by what looks to be a family…walking in groups together.
Last minute stragglers.
3 miles to New Haven. Trail empty. Nearly.
Beyond the river bridge, low by the ditch, I surprise a walker.
He jumps, I say ‘sorry’.
Over the railroad tracks, into the anchoring park, through the woods to the parking lot.
3 miles done, turn around.
That was approx 23 minutes, plus. Must be 8:30, at least.
Back through the woods, same path, just reversed.
Over the tracks, down down down, into the ditch.
It’s dark.
No telling what is out here in the dark.
Rabid dogs? Wild frat boys? Hooded movie delinquents?
Damn, it’s really dark!
Out of the ditch now, onto the bridge. Car lights, street lights.
I hesitate…no phone, damn it, just keep going--it’s the only way home.
Down again off the bridge on the trail, leading into the woods.
Another two and a half miles. Easy.
Into the woods, away from the road. No headlight beams, no street lights.
It’s dark.
Mind going wild, creating weird scenarios.
Think dummy; what were you thinking? It’s the stupid unthinking that kills.
The woods clear a little, next to farmland; river on the left.
Can see the reflective still water. Tree shadows on the water.
Coming up a sparse grove of trees, growing in flood plain.
Very little undergrowth, plenty of cover for a marauder, river on left.
Dogs, raccoons, murderous sorority girls, intent on doing murder.
Try to occupy mind by thinking of flowers. Good grief, that’ll never work!
Go with it, imagine the worst.
Another dense stretch of woods ahead. No sign of the road. No lights.
River, dark and deep, to the left.
Will be attacked, beaten, dragged and drowned in the river.
Adrenaline is on high alert. Control your breathing, slow your feet down.
Long strides, pumping arms, more woods, the river, the river!
Over a boardwalk, no ogres jump out. No screaming maidens I’ll feel obligated to rescue.
The ogres have big fingers, they can’t tie up their victims.
Ogres peel off the outer layers of their victims, starting with the clothing, which they eat.
To keep their food from running, they secure them with a downed tree, or a rock.
Or they eat off their legs.
Keep it together. I’m running faster than ever before.
A clearing, I can see the road. Across the road are the soccer fields.
The park’s lights are bright, must be games going.
Next to the trail is a wall, beyond that the vegetation is thick, can’t see anything, it’s dark.
Up ahead, one more long stretch of woods. The river is still there. It never left.
If you have anything left at the end of your run, then you didn’t give your all.
Will my all be good enough? Not trying to win a race, fighting for my life!
Out of the thickest of the woods, the river veers off, another boardwalk.
Parking lot ahead, breaking free of the woods.
My feet stop, airborne, I’m falling.
Left arms flies out, left knee hits grounds and I hit pavement.
What, but I am relieved at first, I can move, I try to sit up.
Left arm won’t support my weight. I wiggle off my side push up slowly.
Dazed, think I hit my head. My head throbs. My arm is numb.
Almost there, around the next corner is the parking lot.
The soccer fields bright lights hazily fill the upper voids.
Up onto my knees. Panting. I am panting. Shaking.
My breathing is easy, I am not panting, my heart is pounding.
Something else is panting. Sweat drips loudly to the asphalt.
Push up right armed to feet, move ahead. Walk. Faster. Trot.
Run!
My right arm is pumping, left side is numb. It tingles now.
I am running all out, both arms pumping, no pain, adrenaline.
The lot, my car, my red car.
I fumble at my zipper wrist band, pull out the key.
It fits neatly into the lock, I climb in, pull shut the door.
Lock the door.
Above the trees the full moon shines brightly.
Under the canopy it was unnoticeable, but made the river into a winding glowing snake.
Shift into drive and pull ahead, headlights piercing the woods, shining onto the trail.
A shadow, bent onto the greenway, wobbling, stretching its claws, disappearing into trees.
Take me home car. Never again.