Writer Snoopy

Ah, inner peace

Windows of Light. That's better. Good Ol' Steve Halpern...

Losing Things!

Losing things sucks. I temporarily lost a bag with a notebook and grammar book in it and felt frantic. Then I found it. THANK GOD. Life should really be more laid back and less...not laid back. LAID BACK...no I will not post a Snoop Dog song...

An evil nap

An evil nap seduced me and stole away my walk so after I got up, it was dark and I had to drive to the bookstore to walk around. Books that made me look at them:
Walden
It had a leaf on the cover of it. I quite enjoyed parts of it. Then I had to move on.
Good Omens
I enjoyed the beginning but I may need to return to this book when I have a better attention span.
Jitterbug Perfume
The words swam in front of me and I could not string together a sentence so I put it back on the shelf. Though it could be interesting another day.
Bad Cat
Enjoyable to flip through. Last several pages were quite funny.
All My Friends Are Still Dead
Quite a funny Grim Reaper on the last two pages.
MUSICA: to and from the bookstore - old CD Verve Unmixed 2!
Sinnerman
Slap That Bass
Brother Where Are You
Here's That Rainy Day

Something nice

from a grouchy old military guy's CD collection
Rhapsody In Blue

Montezuma...

Actually I was listening to Montezuma in the car this morning. I had no idea why they called that song Montezuma. What the heck does that have to do with anything? But then I listened to the end part where they sang Tripoli and I was like, oh, it’s another soldier song. Like “From the halls of Montezuma…” Some people have military training. Bounce a quarter off the bed; turn that corner at a sharp 90-degree angle. Some people have Ranger School; others have different experiences. Like grammar classes…

Ridiculously Perfect

It seems a bit ridiculous that for Women’s History Month, the local library is promoting this book which is about the bitter feud between Twain’s daughter Clara and "the manipulative Isabel" (his secretary.) Yes, lets celebrate women by showing them feuding over a famous male artist. Or maybe that’s perfect. How ridiculously perfect. I see there’s going to be other books. I’m curious to read them. It appears one author worked through his repulsion of short stories? For a second I thought the title of the book was This Is How You Love Her, but that’s not it, is it? Lose Her, not Love Her! By the way, wouldn’t it be horrible if there was some weird Faustian pact you subconsciously had to make with the universe so that in order to write something you had to sacrifice your relationship? That’s a rather sad mindset; it seems quite punitive also. What if there were some people who could almost be friends. But it wasn’t merely star crossed; it was even encoded in their names! The rightful caliph! Etc. etc. Oh no, look out, now you’re getting too creative with religion. That could be dangerous. The Angel Gibreel, etc. I never read that book actually. I might read Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand, that’s less combative. It’s not a fast race car of a book; it’s more like a placid cup of tea. (Is it? Is it like Jane Austen? I don’t know; I haven’t read it.) Actually I might not because I am probably taking a break from books and going to walk in the woods more. But anyways. It's like...Don’t you dare write that! It’s like the dead girl in The Mysteries of Harris Burdick (and I loved that book) with the vines growing out of the pages. He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late, Don’t you dare, Robert Post’s child. There have ALWAYS been Starcutters…er, Starkadders...Okay. What about a high school musical. One girl looks at her friend across an art table; one day she doesn’t know why, but some weird music comes to her, embarrassing stuff his friends would never listen to, it’s like her mom’s country music cassette in the car. "Lipstick on your collar gives your game away, it’s strawberry red and mine’s…paank rose!" Or what if another girl comes in and is tired of how things are going and she sings “I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair.” Which could be Rodgers and Hammerstein, or it could be Sheela Na Gig. And some other words come out of the other one's mouth, like, “I just want to dump a giant bucket of water over your head sometimes.”

Manana

Tomorrow looks a bit challenging.
Well, who knows.
Perhaps it will be okay.

Life is weird; read Peanuts

The Lake Of Grammar

I tried unsuccessfully to fling myself into it this weekend, but it was no use. So, this week I shall have to attend to that task. At least I got to go on some good walks. I caught a little bit of some radio shows. Like PHC...interesting...I have been thinking about this version of a Beatles song I heard on there once.  Nellie McKay "I'm So Tired." I think she did a good job with it. Also, I heard that Midnight In Paris won an award. That's fine. I guess I'm just picky about female characters. Is it so wrong? I think not. How would it be if no one was ever picky about such things? I'd like to know. Ah well...perhaps the lake of grammar will become more inviting soon...sigh....sigh...sigh... Would like to see The Iron Lady and J. Edgar.

Happy Trails

Happy Trails...

Over Hill Over Dale

The Cassion Song

Bad camera; interesting aesthetic effect

Grouchy Grammar School Mad Libs

One time there was a sensitive prince, with friends that were very attentive to his wishes, and there were also two ADJECTIVE princesses, and they all went to grammar school. Actually the ADJECTIVE friends had ambushed at least one princess to see if she’d ever go out with the prince, but she declined, because of their different beliefs, and maybe also because she didn’t want to deal with NOUN from her family, who already were harassing her about a whole lot of other NOUNS all the time. But no matter. All were attentive to the ADJECTIVE prince. So one day, this prince decided to not-so-clandestinely invite the other princess, who was surely more understanding of needs, to rendezvous, and the attentive friends made sure the first princess knew all about it by dropping hints and remarks. Then the two came back with smirks on their faces and first princess felt her face getting hot and tears coming to her eyes. Everyone laughed ADVERB; no one felt the least bit sorry for that ADJECTIVE princess who was so rude to him. Except, strangely enough, the prince? Who actually had a bit of compassionate look on his face! I want your tears! All hail the right and proper order of things! If the whims of the prince are not met, surely the world will spiral out of control…so, why don’t you pray or do yoga or meditate, then you will feel better about it?

BONUS: One time there were 3 ADJECTIVE princesses who used to eat lunch together. The first princess used to admire a far off beautiful older princess in the hall. She did not have the courage to approach her. But one day, this tall beautiful princess was entertaining a group of boys near where the 3 would eat lunch. When the first princess saw her, she felt hopeful. Maybe they could go over and meet the girl. The other two, however, saw this beautiful girl and showed their ADJECTIVE fangs and claws. Look at that girl, talking to all those boys, she’s such a NOUN, her NOUN is too ADJECTIVE. That GERUND NOUN. (Or GERUND PHRASE?) Rip her to shreds. After the first princess felt the dream die, she decided to spend lunch in the library. Sometimes the princesses came by and tapped on the window. No hard feelings! They’d wave. The feelings were hard. Wicked cats. Untrustworthy cats. She never met the tall, beautiful princess, either. But at least she read many ADJECTIVE books.

There was a joke

delivered to me, over the weekend. Working with a boy. Reading together, working on pronounciation. Say this (in English) say that (in English.) He said to me "Tomorrow! Tomorrow!" "Tomorrow?" "You say 'Tomorrow.'" "Tomorrow... what." "Tomorrow...you will marry!" Then he began laughing maniacally. "What?" "It's a joke!" (He continued cracking up.) "A joke? Are you trying to kill me with your jokes?" I asked. "No," he said, still laughing. He was very merry with himself. "Okay, good," I said. Joker...jester...fool...maybe it's time to watch Fool on the Hill/Horses again. Maybe some songs could help some people advance in their reading skills; maybe I'll see about that soon sometime in another classroom.

Walks

Walk 1: Had a lounging aspect. Lounging in the arboretum. Dead short grass, bare branches, trees split from the windstorm, and a tourist vehicle going by and some sounds coming from far off which changed around a lot. At first, the sounds were like a recording of "alu akbar," then something like the voice of a Kennedy (that accent!) giving a speech and mixed in were the words "ask not what your country can do for you...", then the old song "Tequila" (yes, really), then some kind of jazz sung by a black man and some trumpets. It wasn't what I expected to hear, especially not the second thing. I don't at all care for the idea of a single person who is currently running against the president to succeed. Not a bit. And I do not like the idea of this: Military given go-ahead to detain... one bit either.
Walk 2: Much more solitary. Nearer to mountains. There's a place that has a certain kind of a rock shape in the cliff; it looks like an angel. Mountains seem so interesting and different and yet the same among peoples and places and religions. They elicit peace of mind. How amazing how some mountains can pull you in. And also, kind of vaguely thinking about stars and maybe the goddess Diana, too.

How interesting

World's hottest woman bullied as a teen, I hear she had to go to high school in Northern Virginia. I wonder if that high school also had supercliques and mice massacres? C. H. hated Fairfax High. WHOA. She likes getting tuna sandwiches in Middleburg? I've done that exact same thing too! I bet she has stories about high school girls getting catty. Which reminds me, this girl I knew from another school reviewed Cat's Eye. I'm glad I'm not that friend she talks about.

little community crucible moments

English Language, you are strange. Apparently, sometimes "their" is a possessive pronoun, but sometimes "their" is a possessive adjective. Isn't that fascinating! Suppose that one time the schoolmates of these two little birds, very young, barely not chicks any more, who were different yet had odd things in common and were becoming friends, collected together to ask one of them if she would ever date her new friend? (And of course for some reason, they did this when he was not around.) She said she thought that did not seem like the best thing because they came from different belief systems. The schoolmates strongly disapproved of her answer. "That is not fair! He is a great guy! We think you are being closed minded/prejudiced!" they told her. ACK. She said "No, no, I RESPECT him!" This was a pretty good comeback. However, none of them liked it. Even the teacher seemed unimpressed. They were hoping for a different answer. Who needs RESPECT? Even if it is a really great song by Aretha Franklin? The Age of Aquarious song is "Peace will guide the planet and love will steer the stars!" afterall. That way, they get to have more fun. They will not even have to be trapped like Paolo and Francesca. Instead, they get to enjoy learning about a number of splendid things. Such as nouns, verbs, adverbs, prepositions, conjunctions, pronouns, adjectives. Oh, goody. What is a participle, and how will you manage to remember what it is? Action verbs, being verbs, helping verbs, modifiers...

Saturday morning

Sipping raspberry tea and thinking of funny things friends have told me.
For example, a friend told me about the birth control panel sans women. YOU GUYS ARE SO FREAKING AWESOME!
#howtobeastupid&fuckedupcountry So then one of my friends was like, can you imagine a Viagra panel where only women were allowed to participate? One of them said she remembered her male health teacher lecturing the boys on how women having their period is not really all that bad. And one of them is still playing the funny sounding Sherlock Holmes game again. "Sherlock: Despite my almost complete lack of practical experience on the subject, I have a rather precise idea of the usefulness of a uterus and a vagina." And Jack the Ripper has murdered some prostitutes. Holmes says: (exasperated voice) "Fine, I have to go to the brothel."
It's all too funny. Now I must listen to the artist...
Bug A Martini
Liquid Diamonds
Talula
The cup of raspberry tea sits on a wooden round plaque with holes for pegs in the shape of a star. Below the plaque are some pages ripped out of a Celtic calendar. Ensconced in the design is a picture of a man with a flowing white beard and a bunch of guys in robes sitting on his lap. "One Family One People One World" it says.
Aw. I guess that is just like one big, wombless, happy family?

present past future

present perfect past perfect future perfect skifcha is rather funny present progressive past progressive future progressive do you know what you're doing with your life? present perfect progressive past perfect progressive future perfect progressive