Thursday, May 4, 2017

It's the 4th of May.... and you know what that means

!. Rattle your light sabres today: 

 What sound does light make?
2. Libate for liberty tomorrow:
 

 Muchas cervezas y margaritas y salsas y tacos y enchiladas!
3. Be prepared for the aftermath! 

 What would Yoda do?

Saturday, April 29, 2017

May 2017


May is all about becoming...

Hopeful anticipation becomes raucous joy.
Tentative buds become pungent flowers.
Little blue eggs become chirping robins.
Puffy parkas become itsy-bitsy
Teeny-weeny yellow polka-dot bikinis.
At last!

My friend
Timothy Phillips is welcoming this Beltane
By wending his way through northwestern Spain,
Walking his third Camino de Santiago!
As in his book, My Camino Walk,
His current almost-daily blog tells of his journey:
His many, many day-to-day steps
Over landscapes filled with new
Glorious vistas at every turn,
And his intrepid musings on the
Intricate connections within the soul of living.

And his images! So much that is breathtaking...
While giving ample pause to breathe.
Witness here his view of the approaching May Day
Near a small place called
Vilariño de Conso
.

I invite each of you to create
Your own Camino within each day this month.
Walk and wonder...
Meander and muse...
Amble and amaze yourself
With discoveries both
Mundane and profound. 


Bask in the joy of being YOU!
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Friday, March 31, 2017

Apr 2017

I submit precious memory in defiance of dull...

In like a lamb?
Seems like it was,
Though it was a tough call
Maybe an angry lamb
Being chased by a lion?
The interim brought
More wailing winter winds and sneaky snow
And skies forever grey.
We were fooled for a couple of days
And a few foolhardy lads even
Ventured out in shorts!
Not I, of course:
Neither a lad nor that kind of foolhardy.
But I did leave boots and parka behind
In favour of a light jacket and
Actual shoes.

Today an early morning lion
Brought us more snow...
That then turned into rain...
And now fog and a dense drizzle
Continue into the night...
Making NASA's spot-the-station notice
A moo point.
Clouds mean I can't see it anyhow.
Neither can Joey's cow.

BUT I REMEMBER...
Sun in Florence.
No lions. No lambs. Just
Sustaining memory
Of cobblestones
And gnocchi and gelato
And family and two Davids.
And sunshine.

Ah. There’s hope
For us all.
N’est-ce pas?
Tis good we can remember.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course:

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Happy Pi Day 2017

Yes, it's that time again...

Look up in the sky! It's a bird. It's a plane! It's a circle:
Its circumference divided by its diameter!
Oh my!
For lots of good ways to celebrate
Go here!
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course:

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Mar 2017

Manhattan here, Manhattan there,
Manhattan musings everywhere...

I’m calling this guy El Ladrón.
He’s a Heermann’s Gull
But he doesn’t care.
He’s hanging here at Manhattan Beach
With Kate & David, who are
Freshly back from Baja California
Where they watched whales,
Lazed on the beach and ate
Vast quantities of scrumptious food.
El Ladrón is returning from Baja BC
And is on his way further south
To some very private Mexican islands
In search of some cute girl gulls.
As he swoops and zooms,
He’s always on the lookout for
A Brown Pelican, watching as it
Swoops and dives, then
El Ladrón steals its bounty from its
Very ample beak.
El Ladrón, after all, means Thief.
Of course, he’ll be happy to steal
Human treats, too. He’s not so picky…
Just incredibly fast and sneaky.

And he has incredibly cute feet.

As El Ladrón wings his way south,
Kate and David wing their own way
Home to their sky pod on Manhattan Ave,
On a tall NJ cliff that overlooks
The Manhattan Island we all know.

Or do we?

All these Manhattans prompt me
To wonder how that name came about
In the first place. Seems though
There’s no definitive “first place.”

In 1609 Henry Hudson plied the seas
And mapped the coast around the mouth
Of the river that now bears his name.
Somebody labelled two places with two words
That are each sort of like Manhattan, but not
Manhattan, but not like in two different spellings.
And the two places are
On opposite sides of said river.

Walt Whitman was the first to use the name
Manhattan in print. The name’s meaning, though,
Is delightfully strewn with opinions
Now deemed as spurious
As old Henry’s first map labels.
“Island of many hills”
Gave way to “Place where
We became intoxicated,”
Put forth as evidence
That the island’s vendors
Became drunk on the Dutch buyers’ spirits.

Seems though, both are myths
On all historical, geographical,
And etymological fronts.

Enter our hero, Albert Anthony,
Né Shiikwáhkwunund, “Lone Pine”
In the Munsee (Delaware) language
The language of the original inhabitants
Of the whole Hudson Valley region…
Including Manhattan Island.

In 1884 Anthony was
Part of a delegation from
Six Nations Reserve…
And along with three chiefs
Gave an interview that said:

Our traditions affirm
that at the period
of the discovery of America,
our Nation resided
on the Island of New York.
We call that island Man- -h -tonh,
The place where timber is procured
For bows and arrows…
At the lower end of the island
was a grove of hickory trees
of peculiar strength and toughness.
Our fathers held this timber
in high esteem
as material for constructing
bows, war-clubs, etc.


So…
From this prized stand of hickory
To a lone buttonwood tree,
Manhattan's greenery has defined
How the known nations interact
With themselves and each other.
From tools for both hunting
And warfare to the trading of shares,
Often profiting from warfare,
But always in dreams of filling the tables
Of the poor as well as the rich.

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.

But, then, that's yet another story, eh?
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course:

Friday, January 27, 2017

Feb 2017

An Early Happy Feb...

... because Chinese New Year is coming tomorrow... early this year! I love that the Lunar New Year holiday honours and celebrates the start of Spring! This New Moon appears tomorrow and the traditional annual 7-day observance serves as rest time before the approaching farm season... sort of an official Spring Fever time!

Thx to Canada Post yet again for continuing their series of seasonal stamps.

This year is full of expectation. The rooster is proud, confident, hardworking and punctual. Fire by its very nature is the element associated with brilliance, warmth, passion, spark. So a brilliant and enthusiastic rooster, combined with the warm and bright characteristics of fire, heralds an enterprising and fruitful year... a year of results and achievements. This year we can fulfill all of our dreams.

Chinese tradition dictates a whole list of DOs and DON'Ts for best results:
  • Visit with family and friends to wish them good fortune and prosperity.
  • Spend the rest of today (Friday) cleaning your house but avoid cleaning for the next 3 days to avoid sweeping away good fortune.
  • Red symbolizes vitality of life and happiness while gold symbolizes wealth and prosperity. Dress—in new clothes—and decorate accordingly! Give gifts of money in red envelopes.
  • Tonight (Friday) stay up until midnight and open your doors and windows to send out the old year and welcome the new.
  • Ring a bell at midnight to bring good fortune for the whole year.
  • Then tomorrow, be sure to feast—but don't nap, as naps can encourage laziness for the rest of your year.
  • Keep children happy and joyous, as crying might discourage good luck.
  • Use lots of positive words all day to set the focus for the new year.
Seems to me we're encouraged to be happy tomorrow so we can be happy all year long.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course:

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Jan 2017

A Time Piece for Father Time...

He's busy carving another notch on his ancient scythe,
As our tired old year washes back into eternity.
Whew!
We do a countdown with our own timepieces,
And this bright and hopeful NewYear washes ashore
And laps at our feet,
Ready for our perusal.

Daylight Savings Time will be back soon
Somehow, that promises us more time…
In some time zones, anyway.
In the meantime…
Let’s indulge in some personal
Daylight Wasting Time:

I never seem to have enough time.
After all,
Time is money.
And
Time keeps on slippin’ a-way-ay-ee.

What time is it anyway?
Is it lunch time yet?
How do Time Lords tell time in that blue phone box?
Tardis.
The White Rabbit is tardy.
Always.
The mail's a little late today, too.

Life moved more slowly in Olden Times.
We all know that.
We still have The London Times
And Times Square.
I’m just marking time now with this job.
Romeo was making time with Juliet.
Time is fleeting.


      Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
      creeps in this petty pace…

When the big hand is on the seven
And the little hand is on the six
It’s time for the baby’s bedtime story.
In my time it was
Howdy Doody time!
Sh, sh, now…
It’s time for you to go to sleep.

This is my favourite time of the year.
Time and time again.
Time marches on.
Soldiers sometimes march in Quick Time.
Do they call their other marching
Regular Time?

There’s no time like the present.
It’s about time!
So many chocolates, so little time.
Spending time now
Remembering across Time…
To bring focus to today:
If you had a Time machine,
Where in Time would you visit?
Oh, and...
When was your First Time?

Time-saving devices.
Time’s a wasting.
It’s closing time.
Once upon a time…
Not this time.
Pastime.
Not thyme.
Time to go.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
E=mc2
It’s all relative.

Today I use yesterday to create tomorrow.
Each year I do more things
For the first time and
Fewer things for the last time.

Pay attention this time…
Take time
To notice slow time.
And fast time.
And how you can decide which
Kind of time to live each part of each day.
See?

      Time embeds the memories
      That create your own
     
Timeless identity.
      Without Time we are not.
      Time is our most valuable
      Non-renewable resource.
      We gotta use it or lose it. 
           Enjoy it.
                  Share it.

    
A L L   W E   H A V E   I S   T I M E

...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course.