Thursday, January 10, 2008

Indelible rain cascading

The rain was pouring and gusts of wind lashed the trees outside. I was pensive as I heard the first few drops inside the house. "Was it leaking", I thought while tapping my tooth with my nail. Surely not. Later that evening, rowing my inflatable raft in the basement I reflected on the price of my new beach front rental. $1600 for a leaking swamp; far too much.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

where the ghost of green fades in...

Time has a way of galloping ahead of me these days. I am preparing to move yet again, the baby is sick and I am tired.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Interview with a Pig

The Three Little Pigs of Kansas

After writing a ground breaking book on building sturdy houses, the eldest surviving pig, Suey, is on a national book signing tour. We have been graciously granted an interview:

Moi: In the news recently, we have heard much about inclement weather. Can you share your opinion about building on flood plains and marshlands? What is your feeling about living in Kansas? Is that wolf outside waiting to have a book signed?

Pig: Oink!

OK, well enough said about that topic. Let is suffice that Americans are surely some of the most trusting slobs on the planet.

Monday, August 20, 2007

I found a jewel of a blog.

Well, if you can handle the humor...
I for one think its great.

Verdi by Janell Cannon

Along with the miscellaneous texts from school I have been reading a fascinating children's book called Verdi. In fact I have read it over and over, and each time my child is spell bound. It is a thin picture book looking into the fast paced life of a green island snake named Verdi. It is full of adventure, humor and lots of vivid color. He is a featured link into the book itself.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Blast! Another hurricane/earthquake!

Another good title: Why do I keep getting hit by tornadoes?

There is a shadow of doubt creeping across homeowners in the south. "Should I have bought this house?" They might be saying to themselves. "I never did figure out why the last tenants practically gave the place away. I bet it was the smell from the fried chitlins place next door. " No, my friends, it was something far more troubling than greasy, angry fry cooks. It was tornado alley and the gate was open.
I have been thinking much lately on Florida, and other places that are supposed to be marsh and wetland areas. Places where "tornaders" drop by unexpected (well, not that unexpected lets face it) . What person in their right mind would build a home in such a place? What sort of person does it take to be able to sleep restfully after committing such folly? I know you are out there, lurking in the barracks of my blog. Gnashing your crazed little teeth. Explain it to us.

Monday, August 13, 2007

The de-sensitization of the modern child

Its all about toys these days. Poison toys, dangerous toys, toys that light up, toys that blare a tune. In a recent conversation with a close personal friend, we discussed the impact of these newer creations. The toys that do everything but tie the tourniquet and inject a drug. What possible impact do these childhood play things have on learning and processing? I theorize that they have an adverse reaction on the development of the brain. Too much stimulation, I call it bombardment, and this is what I believe is happening all over the world. Probably in your own home if you think on it. All these toys that light up, sing two minute versions of classical masterpieces, and swing open and shut. Total garbage. Its like elevator music for babies. A quick fix of stimuli, replacing human touch and interaction. The basis for human development, broken up by toy companies. Dark and sinister plans for the children of the future. Beware.