So Monday night I was looking for something delicious at the liquor store. I remembered Mike at work recommending port, so I bought that, and now I know why Kerouac drank himself to death on it. (Well, he drank himself to death because he was sad, but I understand why he chose port as his drink of choice.) It’s mighty tasty!
We’re working this week on getting all the content dropped in to our big website re-do (I’ll link to it when it’s finished; it will be cool) so I’ve revisited all the quotes. (Remember the massive quote project?) Here’s one from Eudora Welty, who is not only perceptive but has a really good author’s name.
“Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it’s an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one to come out, like a mouse from its hole.” (from One Writer’s Beginnings, 1984)
(I love the Unrelated Information. It requires no planning and no editing. Perfect for Friday.)
1. Ever wanted to know what your pirate name was? Find out! (Mine is Iron Prundentella Flint. I’m not completely taken with it, but it does sound piratical.)
2. Speaking of, International Talk Like a Pirate Day is fast approaching–t’s September 19. (The UK site’s address: www.yarr.org.uk)!
3. Here’s a quote from Rumi: “Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”
4. And here’s a Blue Moon Ranch picture of Karma earlier this month:
So this was forwarded to me yesterday..I guess there’s high-school English teachers who submit their students’ bad writing to a sort of contest. I don’t know if that’s the case (or how mean-spirited the contest is), but I loved these:
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.
So the Salt Lake County Fair and demolition derby on Saturday was quite a bit more than I expected (there was even a marriage proposal over the PA system!). We looked at all the livestock exhibits but I didn’t see any horses. During the search for horses in the empty stables, the lovely Amber commented, “This must be what the Apocalypse will be like: Just me and Karen, looking for some horses.”
My excellent father Frank was born 59 years ago today. He knows how to tie knots, make furniture, and fly model airplanes; he can fix anything; he taught me to clean as I go; he has a catgorical knowledge of The Music Man, sailing ships, and how things work; he reads voraciously; he’s pretty damn tough; he taught me the meaning of the phrase, “That would be the easy way, but it wouldn’t be the cowboy way”; and he gave me my curly hair. So I think I’m pretty lucky to have a dad like him and I hope he has a happy birthday.
1. The Salt Lake County Fair’s Demolition Derby. It’s going on for TWO NIGHTS. I have tickets for tomorrow night. And the lovely Amber and I will look at the exhibits before the derby, including the livestock. Last year, I saw a palomino paint. (Not this actual guy, although he’s very nice. I’ll remember my camera this time.)
2. What I should wear to the derby.(Still undecided.)
3. Mercedes the cria sitting on a carpeting scrap Linda put in the barn for her (yesterday’s Blue Moon Ranch update):
I was going to work on the sewing project last night. Then I was going to work on the knitting project. But instead I ended up re-reading the second half of Jane Eyre. I found a good site from the Bronte Parsonage Museum in Yorkshire that gives a quick biography of the girls.
At least we can all be gald we’re probably not going to die of tuberculosis.