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Friday, November 06, 2009

Disclaimers?

Maybe I need to post warning disclaimers when the post I'm about to submit is intended in jest.

 "The following announcement was written in fun, by a thinking mans' brain with too much time on its synapses. Relax, lighten up, did anyone notice a punchline lying around?"


Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Time to retire "Perfect Storm" phraseology

            That's it. Let's put a stop to this now. While listening to a report on the plight of remittance banking in Mexico, I heard the last reference I want to of "perfect economic storm". Along with perfect environmental storm, perfect climate storm, perfect carbon storm, perfect pandemic storm; is there any disruption that has not been labeled thusly?  When did "really, really bad" fall out of favor and have to be replaced with "perfect"?

     As a wordsmith I object to misusing words. It's abusive. Perfect, by any thinking definition, has to include the idea of being unable to be improved upon. Such as a perfect bowling score of 300. Or a baseball pitchers' perfect game of 27 consecutive outs. Mathematics has a lot of perfection, 360 degrees forming a perfect circle.

   But weather? Or the economy? Or politics? The wind could yet blow another mile per hour faster, the unemployment rate could go to 11 instead of 10, this administration could make the deficit 3.4 trillion instead of 3.3. You get the idea, there's always more where the first came from. That's not perfect, just increasing degrees of more.

     So let's end this. Smack in the head the next person who speaks to you about the perfect whatever storm! Write letters, begin boycotts! Or I declare to you the day will soon come when we'll be subject to earnest assertions about a "perfect hamster storm", breathless reporting of the "perfect weedwhacker storm"! It's time to band together, declare the whole phraseology so late 90s, and move on.

    Are you as sick of this term as I am? The prophet of the prairie has spoken. Let's put down the shovel and back away from the hole. That would be perfect. Thank you.


Monday, November 02, 2009

Straight Life

Suddenly all my silly thoughts disappear
She comes to me softly with crackers and beer
Winkin' and blinkn' and blowing my ear
Running away with my mind
It's great to be in love I'm not really thinking of
Leaving the straight life behind
I'm just playing a game in my mind

                                                   Bobby Goldsboro


Sunday, November 01, 2009

If I were of a migratory nature...

   If I were of a migratory nature, then tonight would be the night!

      The moonlight is so fine tonight, I grasp at words. 

          Hearing the geese overhead in the gloaming                                    I want to go with them.

    To stretch one's wings against the velvet cream of November's full moon, watch the moonbeams dance across the yet unfrozen water. No need to pause in this sodbound spot, press on! to corn fields yet uneaten, rivers yet to swim.

    And yet.

    Who will stay to milk the cow? and pet the dog and stroke the cat? feed the fire and wear a hat? Winters come, so winters go-

     I see me sodbound, here below.


Friday, October 30, 2009

 What is "Happy" about Halloween? What a strange expression- Happy Halloween. Wait, I know, it's for retailers and entertainment operators and overindulged kids. Only in America could we do this to a day honoring the Saints who have departed before us.



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