If zombies eat brains, then there are certainly zombies among us. Our brains are infested!! Much of our present time and brain-work is engrossed by the comings-and-going, doings, and oozings of the living dead or potentially undead. Our movie outings, literary expeditions, and TV watching choices currently consume our own brain matter in pursuit ofContinue reading “we eat brains!”
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land or sea?
Sunday… trying to stay with the theme of making tomorrow’s theme on Sunday a journal prompt… here it is: Land or sea? Land Land spreads out with security under darkening skies. Land holds its cold in winter, its warmth in summer, its tender wetness in spring. Land holds its own while the prairie sweet grassContinue reading “land or sea?”
journey into the labyrinth
Today is World Labyrinth Day! In order to celebrate, tomorrow’s theme will circle around this intricate puzzle. The first labyrinth was that which was ordered by Minos, dictatorial king of Crete, to imprison the Minotaur, a humanoid being with a bull’s head — the result of Minos’ wife, Pasiphae, hiding in a wooden cow (constructedContinue reading “journey into the labyrinth”
Freud’s Moravia (allegedly) or infiltration of my own subconscious
Tomorrow is Sigmund Freud’s birthday… his 155th. Rather than being cliché and focusing tomorrow’s theme on Freud (when, in fact, our modern world is probably over-saturated with his influence), I thought it might be interesting to consider Freud’s birthplace… Moravia, Austria. Freud was born in Freidberg, Moravia. Now part of the Czech Republic, Freidberg (and Moravia) wereContinue reading “Freud’s Moravia (allegedly) or infiltration of my own subconscious”
lost in translation, mired in misunderstanding
“Director: [in Japanese] Mr. Bob-san, you are relaxing in your study. On the table is a bottle of Suntory whiskey. Got it? Look slowly, with feeling, at the camera, and say it gently — say it as if you were speaking to an old friend. Just like Bogie in Casablanca, ‘Here’s looking at you, kid!’Continue reading “lost in translation, mired in misunderstanding”
survey the illusions in the rear-view mirror
ESPN’s David Newton took it upon himself to imagine what a NASCAR draft would look like. Topping off the list was the moderately-talented, but supremely attractive Danica Patrick, of whom Newton commented: “Like Cam Newton on the NFL side, she may not be the most talented, but when you combine talent with marketability she’d be hardContinue reading “survey the illusions in the rear-view mirror”
find your way home again
A traveler moves across an unknown wilderness. His day has been long and its endlessness still stretches before him like the unfolding day-and-night landscape. He carries the weight of essential possessions and threadbare isolation on his back. He is alone, unknown, sketching his trail silently in a remote land where he finds himself far fromContinue reading “find your way home again”
the greatest gifts
What is the best gift you have ever given? received? Given: I try to be creative and personal with gifts. But, by far the best gift I ever gave to someone was for a very close friend of mine’s birthday… which is only a few days separated from Christmas. This meant I had to giveContinue reading “the greatest gifts”
mangez la gâteau! mangi la torta! coma el pastel! eat cake!
The guests at the royal wedding ended up eating fruit cake. Not most people’s first choice, but certainly historically significant and appropriate. Our Neolithic ancestors ground up grains, added water, and cooked these ‘oatcakes’ on a hot stone. The ancient Egyptians, followed by the Greeks, also made cakes…which basically were fruit cakes: dense, bready creationsContinue reading “mangez la gâteau! mangi la torta! coma el pastel! eat cake!”
make the familiar strange
When I have taught Black Boy to my 9th grade Honors classes, I have begun outside of the novel… first with the Prologue to Invisible Man. I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance,Continue reading “make the familiar strange”