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The other day I dreamed that Tin was talking and sure enough when T and I were reading his nighttime story, we turned to the page with the sheep and he said very clearly and distinctly, Baa Baa. Why farm animal sounds tickle us, I don’t know, but I definitely see a huge progression in his understanding. It seems like weeks ago he was struggling to understand just what we were telling him and now…
Sitting in the airport waiting to fly to New York and I’m wondering why New Orleans is one of the very few airports that offer wireless for free? We’re a poor state – how come we can do it but y’all can’t? But that’s part of another discussion. I just pulled out of my driveway to the sounds of Bayou Boogaloo, a free concert filled with three stages and loads of local food, local crafts,…
I arrived home on Friday, late in the afternoon, exhausted from our annual conference in Miami – my stamina for combining fun and work is dwindling and I was the one who was asleep by 11 pm every night! The Bayou Boogaloo was in full swing and I was listening to WWOZ on the way home from the airport as Hot Club was opening the festival. When I arrived Tin was napping, but when he…
After spending time with people I sometimes don’t see but once a year, I’m convinced now that life is a beach. You know how a day at the beach feels? It feels vast and timeless and special; voices are muted against a backdrop of a natural wave machine that is constantly erasing footprints and making space for more; you go in the water and get refreshed, you get out and you are hot, there is…
Friends recently went to therapy and were told they are too much in their head. I’ve had similar comments come across my table most of my life – you think too much. As if there was a natural and safe amount of thoughts you should be having at any particular time. They found out today that matter trumps antimatter – I’m saying I learned this at Trump the high rise beach hotel – but when…
Poem (The day gets slowly started) The day gets slowly started. A rap at the bedroom door, bitter coffee, hot cereal, juice the color of sun which isn’t out this morning. A cool shower, a shave, soothing Noxzema for razor burn. A bed is made. The paper doesn’t come until twelve or one. A gray shine out the windows. “No one leaves the building until those scissors are returned.” It’s that kind of a place.…
What if you are really not who people perceive you to be? Then what?
Maybelline is always touted as the best mascara. Even stacked up against higher priced, more organic, no matter, it comes up the winner in every magazine. Do you know why? Marketing. That’s right because honestly the mascara SUCKS. Once again, I tried it, this time Maybelline Great Lash BIG because I read in Oprah that it is great. It is not. The mascara smears. It doesn’t smear when you try to clean it off, it…
In this information age, I feel information overload and am thinking of taking the god totems from my dreams up on a three day hiatus away from any information. Someone brought David Houle to my attention yesterday. He’s a futurist and he says we are leaving the information age and entering the Shift Age – get ready for the new world. I’d love to be a futurist instead of I’m an archivist of what happened…