I am easily amused.
I brought a book to work with me the other day, called Ancient Tales in Modern Japan, selected and translated by Fanny Hagin Mayer. Sure enough, as I sat down to read it in the cafeteria during lunch, one of the security guys stopped by to ask me what I was reading and whether I knew any Japanese.
Such is life. Maybe he just likes to hit on women who sit alone and read books, I don’t know.
It’s funny how uncensored the stories are. There’s one story where a man rubs these certain ashes all over his body to make himself invisible, steals some wine, drinks it, and ends up being chased all over town because the wine has washed the ashes off his mouth. “The mouth ghost! The mouth ghost!” Then (having drunk all that wine), he has to take a piss. “The mouth and penis ghost! The mouth and penis ghost!”
Our house is full of sniffly people. Good thing the selfish urge to whine is counterbalanced by the urge to take care of people, or this might be a pretty grim household right now.
“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” — Buddha
To which I must add: And if we did die, at least we didn’t get sucked back onto the wheel of karma; and if we did get sucked back onto the wheel of karma, at least we weren’t reborn as cold viruses…
After that last post
I should try writing something
Deep. Yeah, whatever.
O Happy Stuff!
The life of a fledgling freelance writer is often, surprisingly, dull and tedious. I try to stay away from that aspect of things, but sometimes it can’t be helped. Oh, you’re doing something you love, but it can lack that spark that purely creative writing possesses.
Then come the days when you run into place like this, and you really hope the owners are willing to cut a deal for gift certificates or something if you write descriptions for them. Give me dull! Give me tedious! Give me stuff!
I want the Gypsy Table Clock, in case anybody needs to know.
Happy Father’s Day!
In a nice bit of synchronicity, Paul McCartney turns sixty-four today, on Father’s Day. One story is that he wrote “When I’m Sixty-Four” for his own father.
Lee will be sixty-four in…2030.
Two little girls, on their way home from Sunday school, were solemnly discussing the lesson. “Do you believe there is a devil?” asked one. “No,” said the other promptly. “It’s like Santa Claus: it’s your father.” ~Ladies’ Home Journal, quoted in 2,715 One-Line Quotations for Speakers, Writers & Raconteurs by Edward F. Murphy
There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
There are three stages of a man’s life: He believes in Santa Claus, he doesn’t believe in Santa Claus, he is Santa Claus. ~Author Unknown
Meter Runs Backward.
Short Popular Science article on a guy who puts power into the grid.
I so want to do this…
And this is cool, too. A related article about using cellulosic ethanol, a type of ethanol produced when the cellulose in plants (wood chips, corn cobs) is processed by termites into sugars and cooked up into go-juice, nicely saving the actual corn for cows, etc.
I watched The Wizard of Oz with Ray last night.
Here are the two points where she expressed the most dismay:
–The professor took off in the balloon without Dorothy.
–Dorothy wakes up in her own bed, and the shoes are gone.
In fact, I think the movie may have to be rechristened “The Sparkly Shoe Movie.”
Well, Now I Know.
Many a day at my old job I thought to myself, “What would it be like if people actually did what they were supposed to do?” Now I know. It’s called “Government Beaurocracy.” My first week of work closely resembled a week spent at the DMV, filling out paperwork, waiting in line, being told that I should have done something at a particular time that nobody bothered to tell me about…
The good news is that on Friday afternoon, I was actually able to do something related to my job, and I almost didn’t want to go home when it was time.
I told Ray that Erica’s going to have a baby.
“I know,” she said. “A girl baby.”
“They don’t know yet,” I told her. “We just have to wait to find out.”
“It’s a girl baby. But I will wait and find out,” she said.
As if she wouldn’t be tickled pink either way!