Stop! I want to get off
I’m off to go fishing in a bigger pond. Gone fishing Hook, sinker, line.
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Month: April 2011
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The World is Too Much With Us
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.–Great God! I’d…
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My life has been a tapestry
I went for a stroll this morning with Loca because both of us had gone to bed early and we were up before the chickens. The bells haven’t been ringing at 6 for some reason or at least we haven’t been hearing them. I was taking Loca alone so I would not have to contend with the drama the two dogs cause together and was running but I found Loca is much calmer when we…
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Sometime last year, someone else this year
A woman, an artist, I knew because she was the neighbor of a friend of mine killed herself last night. I wrote about her a year ago because I had just seen her on the bayou cut up and bruised – she said she had taken to bare fist fighting with some young Hispanic guys – and my heart sank. She was in a world of pain. I emailed my friend to see if there…
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The Art of Fear
All things that are born out of fear seem to be what’s wrong with the world in general. And now a study shows what is a “duh” to most of us, conservatives are more fearful than liberals.
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For the love of a name
People around here are intrigued by the name Tin which is a derivative of Constantin. Similarly, I call Tatjana sometimes Tanja because that is a diminutive in Croatian of her name (pronounced Tonya). But my favorite are the nicknames you can glean from the Obits here in New Orleans – just this week Ernest Joseph “Poncho” died, so did Louise F. “Ace”, Tilman “Toe-Joe” was mourned by his brother Wilfred “Pinkie” and Reginald “Big Reg”…
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There’s a New Kid In Town
A friend on Facebook posted the Eagles’ There’s a New Kid in Town saying it reminded her of Tin after seeing him all over the internet with his trumpet. I told Tin last night that he has the moves, he has the looks, but now he has to have the music to be the real deal. As I made zucchini muffins in the kitchen, he was wondering around the house and being a little too…
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Spinning Yarns
I’ve been collecting Bridge Stories for a show that Marcela Singleton is curating at the Fair Grounds Coffeehouse called Bayou St. John: Portrait of a Neighborhood as part of the awareness campaign for the ReBridge project. I could just work in the world of Oral History – what a wonderful experience and how lucky we are to live here in this city, on the bayou, and have these romantic bridges to anchor our stories. Here…
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Truth or the likes thereof
“The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.” — Flannery O’Connor I’m of the opinion that as you age you start to care less about somethings and more about other things and what I find strange is that instead of running away from certain ideals I held as a youth, I find myself returning to those visions now as I approach 52 years of age. Literature, good friends, gardening, service to the…
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The Pugnacious and Rapacious be Damned
Listening to the beats in your own head. I watch Tin when he is in the crowd and the music is playing and he is inside his head, hearing the beats, feeling the beats. I like that because it took me a long time to grow up and listen to the beats inside myself. Last week and into this week has been a series of intersections with either the pugnacious or the rapacious leaving me…