May 2008 Archives

This past weekend I was at a "family camp" near Yosemite. My wife and I bunked with another couple. A delightful couple. The woman lent us bug juice. Can you imagine that? A complete stranger. "My bug juice is your bug juice!" She had such a charming accent.

The guy snored like Thor trying to swallow a walrus through his nose. Around 6 am I swear to gawd I heard a pop, and I looked over, and his head was like a normal head, only it had an entire walrus inside it.

I thought I'd had a lovely night out with the family tonight, enjoying Disney's "Beauty and the Beast -- the Musical." But as we reversed out of our parking space, my son, Power Vortex, showed us how much better the evening could have been. "Tale as old as time..." I crooned. "I am Optimus Prime...." he rejoined.

The car went still. Still like an underground pool. Like, you know, like one of those "and a child will lead them" moments, where the kid says something so pure and so true the grownups have to stop singing show tunes. Like that.

"Beauty and the Transformer." Optimus Prime gets turned into some kind of appliance, or a beat up old Chevy, until Beauty comes along and lifts the spell. Dancing Decepticons! Of course! And then the grand finale, in which Optimus Prime destroys Megatron and then transforms back into his true self before our very eyes.

Come on now! Who's got 25 million bucks?!

Tale as old as time....
Gears as old as grime....
See my hub caps shine....
I am Optimus Prime....
Beauty and Transformers....

revisiting old poetry books
finding bits that didn't

spark for me
before but

are some how sparking for me
now. These words are

ripening.

I think John McCain should be very very careful about giving people the impression that he can see the future.

Remember what happened to the last presidential candidate who pretended to be a witch and/or warlock? When Edmund Muskie claimed he could turn people into frogs? Remember how that turned out?

Not very well for Edmund Muskie, that's how.

And that's all I got.

It's very hot here today. Positively algorial in fact.

I woke up this morning with a new million-dollar idea: "Thunderwear." I don't even think I need to explain to the readers of this blog what a product called Thunderwear might be, right? I mean, seriously. You can't help but make a million dollars with an idea like that.

So anyways, I amble on over to the gaping maw through which the Internet pours into my house and I start up the Google.

I'm asking you, what kind of world do we live in where the trademark for "Thunderwear" has already been used to describe "Gun holsters and Glock gun holsters for gun concealment"?

I don't care what they say, I won't live in a world where "Thunderwear" describes "Gun holsters and Glock gun holsters for gun concealment."

Worth-the-read conversation with The Atlantic here.

Words are? Holy water
runs through you? Maybe?
Clouds then? Cameras? And the way they
stop things? Guitar holes?
A place where music gathers?
Words are. Holy water.