Normally I’m the photographer for my numbered snapshot series, but in this case it was an anonymous camera at Disney’s Magic Kingdom that took the shot. I call this one, “Studly and I Protect the Universe!”
Month: May 2017
Palinode (salt, mask, descent)
I’m sharing the beautiful words of Robert Okaji this morning. Enjoy. robertokaji.com
Palinode (salt, mask, descent)
Tracing the map to the swaying places, she rises
through the interior world, garnering peace by
syllable. Water, clouds and sand mark her ascent.
The expectation is return, renewal. My friend did not
awaken this morning, and tonight I praise her
passage with drink and song. Matter into spirit,
mountain into sky, redemption, freedom. We bathe in
light, reclaiming the liminal. Our tears evaporate,
leaving salt and untrod paths in our wake.
The paths in our wake delimit the future, but
everything falls. Which do we desire more, the grasp
or its release? That instant preceding fear defines a
yearning particular to its course, a cycle of regression
and progress: ancestors descend into human or
animal form, die, depart to the heavens, and return
anew. Distilled power, a bridge to the spirits, the
mask unshutters and conceals the conscious mind.
Opening my eyes, I…
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No Snow White
No Snow White
by Leslie Noyes
Underneath the good girl ruse, dark secrets lurked well hidden. Dimpled smiles hid her thoughts, as urges rose unbidden.
“Be yourself,” she was told, but herself was so lackluster, so instead she chose to be a tart, full of heat and bluster.
Reputations made or broken on a rash of indiscretions, too easy, too cold, or full of calculations.
Good girls go to heaven, she’d heard, but now no longer cared. They can keep their heaven, for she’d go everywhere.
Snapshot #173
I took a picture of my dining room. I’m calling this one, “I Went Outside to Take Photos of the Local Flora, but the Local Fauna Swarmed Me Causing Me to Curse and to Slap Myself about the Head and Neck.”
The Writing on the Wall
King Belshazzar summoned Daniel when these words first appeared:
Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upsharin, their meaning wasn’t clear.
Daniel knew when first he read the writing on the wall
Trouble was a’coming and a kingdom sure to fall
He predicted a Babylon at war, their people overcome
Death and destruction raining down; the end of days for some.
Where, oh where is Daniel now to interpret what’s been writ,
By greedy politicians, lacking compassion and/or grit?
A document that few have read, still fewer comprehend,
Has power over life and death; what suffering it portends!
No, we have no need for Daniel to show us what seems plain:
Rich white men aren’t worried about your suffering or your pain.
The phrase “the writing on the wall” refers to Chapter 5 of the Book of Daniel in the Bible when King Belshazzar sees a hand appear to write the words Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upsharin on a wall. Belshazzar summons Daniel to interpret the writing, which Daniel translates as “Numbered, numbered, weighed, divided.” Daniel tells Belshazzar that the writing means that Babylonian kingdom will be invaded and divided among the Medes and the Persians. The term “writing on the wall” has since been used to refer to any omen that predicts a bad outcome.
Snapshot #172
Normally I don’t use my blog to endorse products, and no one is paying me to promote this one, but if you’ve got a smelly vehicle (and boy, did Studly have a smelly vehicle!) this stuff is da bomb!
Let’s call this one, “Well Done, Turtle Wax Odor-X! Well Done!”
And When I Die
And When I Die
by Leslie Noyes
When I die I pray someone will mourn; that a song so achingly sweet will be offered up, and
People will sob in response. I also want a celebration, though, a praise service with dancing in every aisle,
Worshipful arms upstretched to the heavens. God only knows where I will turn up. I have not
Lived a blameless life; how interminably boring that would be, But still, I think of the ecstasy of
Being taken up by a heavenly host of angels, rising on wings of gossamer, when I die.
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Snapshot #171
I snapped this photo of a page from young adult author, Brandon Mull’s newest Fablehaven series offering. I call this one, “Great Thoughts for Young Minds.” It’s actually worthy of being stitched onto a pillow.
What’s the Matter with Them?
Jan Wilberg understands a thing or two about conservative thinking. I sure wish I’d written this piece. Read more at redswrap.wordpress.com.
I come from a long, very long line of conservative Republican ‘you made your bed, now lie in it’ people. My ancestors were a pretty unforgiving bunch. You make mistakes, you pay for it. You’re down and out, find your bootstraps.
‘The world doesn’t owe you a living’ could have been stitched on my bibs.
So I get the animosity toward the concept of hand-outs. I don’t necessarily agree with it since I know there are many factors that contribute to someone’s being down and out including bad luck. I have learned that you can do everything right and fail. It’s a conundrum and unfair as hell but completely true. Deny the effect of luck and you’re a fool on your way to a cliff.
But still I get it about ‘reaping what you sow’ and all the other sayings of my growing up and so the hard edge of the…
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The Vagina of the Future
I had my second of three Mona Lisa treatments on Wednesday afternoon. If you need to know what that entails read this post: https://nananoyz5forme.com/2017/02/21/vagina-wars-a-new-hope/
The first treatment went really well, and the discomfort was minimal. And while the second treatment was more intense it wasn’t any worse than having my eyebrows waxed. Of course, I have only two eyebrows, and the Mona Lisa laser makes multiple forays into my vaginal area. I might’ve said, “ouch!” but didn’t curse even once.
My gynecologist is the bomb. Before he started the treatment he noticed my Kindle and asked what I was reading, so I gave him a brief synopsis of Kim Stanley Robinson’s novel, 2312. Turns out my doctor is a sci-fi fan, as well; although, he’s old school: Heinlein, Bradbury, etc.
While he switched equipment around I told him about John Scalzi’s, Old Man’s War series. In it, septuagenarians can sign up to go into space where they fight for a confederation of planets. The old warriors are given brand new, highly efficient bodies, while maintaining the wisdom they’ve accumulated in their seven decades of life.
Before the doctor left me he said, “You know, we’re doing science fiction type work in this room.”
I agreed, “Yep! Thanks for giving this old broad a vagina for the future!”
“To infinity and beyond!”
Did I mention that he’s the bomb?
Peace, people!
Note: We are very pleased with the results of the Mona Lisa treatment!
Praying for Eyebrowz 