Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote: “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.”
I once wrote: ” I know what I know until I know something different.”
Don Brewhaha told me: “See the inconsistent. Inspect the inconsistent. Learn the inconsistent. Embrace the inconsistent. Love the inconsistent. Be the inconsistent.”
Everybody has heard about The Bermuda Triangle. But there are others.
Now, submitted for your approval:
In the third quarter of the last century I attended high school in this historic edifice. I know I did not appreciate it’s elegance and grandeur in my tender years. After all, back then I knew everything. So I did my four and out quick like a bunny with nary a peek around. The murals I remember. The building a puzzle. But the one section of the building that should not be spoken of was, 🎶bum bum bum🎶 The Triangle.
Much has been written about the original main building. The much ballyhooed wing additions. The murals are exquisite. The 21st Century renovation sublime. Yet through my perfunctory research I found no mention of The Triangle. That’s because even back then there were rules about The Triangle:
Whispers of Freshmen going in and never coming out. I know for a fact there were rooms in The Triangle that you had to go to the third floor, then down to the first, then up to the second to find. In other words, there was no good way to get there from here. Who added The Triangle? Ancient alien theorists have their theories. But I have Proof!
Attention Triangle Abductees Anonymous. I suspect alien hybrid experimentation with the alien construct D.N.A., because there is an alleged twin school on the south side of Chicago called Bowen High School and …
I rest my case.
Never let time’s flimsy
Measure take its toll
On our fleeting
Existence bowl
With towering
Prescient scroll
O’er life’s solid flow
I gave up being the bread winner when I went on a carb free paleo keto diet
Proposal Letter Shuposal Letter.
“Ain’t nobody got time for dat”
Once upon a time, being a googly eyed romantic at heart, I might have drafted such an earnest and honest letter in cursive; while taking into account all the changes in societal norms and expectations. But now all it takes is a text,
“U up?”
(ironic punctuation added as a nod to past formalities, but by no means current common practice amongst today’s texters )
Direct and to the point.
Surprisingly successful as well.
So many things to brush
Teeth
Hair
Pets
Beard
Clothes
Toilet
Pro Tip: Best use a unique brush for each.
Right tool. Right job.
Then the things to brush off
Creeps
Ignorance
Misinformation
Gossip
Nastiness
Lies
Stinking thinking
Trolls
So many things to brush off. So little time.
Right tool. But don’t be a tool
For expediency I painted this post with a broad; you know what.
But one thing you should really brush up …
You can keep your beads and trinkets of late stage Capitalism. Give them to the yowling tongue lolling running lackey dogs of the petty bourgeoisie. I’m content with a salami on rye with a big ol dill pickle. But you best not be stingy with the mustard mon frère.
a lush pink orchid
blooms on Tasha’s porcelain
fashion plate palette
My daily delight;
Tai Chi with the Elvi out
on the grassy knoll
Hey!
Looky what I was fed
On my YouTube feed
Today
I do
I do I do I do
Love onions
I have been told that I use onions
Where no onions have been used before
But I wonder
Did YouTube’s
Algorithm alchemy
Feed me that video
Because I watched this video
A Scroll Threw Life 