Be Careful What You Praise For
There’s praise and then there’s Neuro-linguistic Programming
Because research shows that research works
NLP
Tag: stream
You Better Not Holler
Hominids being
Horrible to one another has no
Hole in human history
Honestly it's
Horrendous
How we've treated one another
Holiday exceptions
Honestly only sometimes
Honored
Ho Ho Ho
A Toast to Biscuit
"I wonder if it's true that a buttered slice of toast always lands buttered side down?" She leered back at me over the breakfast table and winked. "Wanna find out?" People our age had no business behaving that way, but we put that mornings inspiration to the test for a spell. Someday I'll Google that question. But I did not then and I will not now. Some mysteries of the universe are left to be explored over and over again. The buttering of the toast can be wonderful and messy. Surprising and surpassing expectations. Not a chore, but a delight. Whether morning or night, my little toaster would often pop up when least expected, delivering a surface for that delicious spread. Toast is fine. But Biscuit was different. Since I've never heard of a buttered biscuit theory I can only imagine you never can know which side a buttered biscuit will land on; so you just have to roll around for bit. Or a bite. Or a bit of a bite. That was the way of the Biscuit.
Biscuit Bolero
Now please pass the toast and for heavens sake be careful.
The Vapors
What started as a run on sentence
Begat this unholy scat
things that used to make me blush
even while I was in such a rush
only then wanting them to hush
telling people to shush up
after reaching out to touch
trying to grasp a whole bunch
many hours before for lunch
until I heard that nasty crunch
a terrible accident as such
sent me reeling
without punctuation
on this river
of verbiage ramblation
unable to deliver with punch
so Ill fake it into cush
make it look like
planned adverse
while I sit here
on my tush
Today
Things on public display
That might or might not
Make us blush
Would probably have
Given our ancestors
The vapors
Real or feigned
Quaff
Imagine my surprise when what I thought would be a thoroughly excellent Wordle start word, “quafe” was not acceptable to the Wordle divinties. So I did a query and lo and behold it was not an acceptable English spelling. Apparently it is spelled “quaff”. An unquestionably awful starter word. Quite the quagmire I muttered to myself. So off I went on my daily quixotic quiz quest, with a quotient of quality alliteration and quanting ways. Most of which resulted in quenching my thirst for word quaking in a most satisfying way. (See solution below) Minor spoiler alert: Not a single Q was used in the solving of this quintessentially quirky quiz.
A quality score which I shan’t quibble with
Add this to the #SoCS que
Urban Hiking
My favorite place is nowhere and everywhere. Simultuneously. From an early age walking out my front door into the night. No destination. No goal. Deciding which way to go for a stroll around my neighborhood. Then the whole city at large. City streets lit first by dim street lights. Then by mercury vapor lamps. Eventually they even lit the alleyways. Shame , because alley’s had the best shadows. You could really tell a neighborhood by its alley. Just down the alley from home there was a cement and broken glass garden with windmills and bridges and houses and walls along the black cinder alleyway. A well kept garden. Cement and glass carefully smoothed. I had to go back there in the daytime just to take in the full wonder and be sure it was not a midnight phantasm. It was there. The glorious miles I covered as I branched out. The hours filled in silent reverie exploring the streets and alleys of my urban habitat. People sitting on their porches on hot summer nights. Some sleeping there too. I would quietly wander. No mischief. No malintent. Just Urban Hiking. Even through snow storms I’d hike on. These days it’s day hiking. Different insights. Shorter durations and milage. Grateful to be able to enjoy my nowheres and everywheres again after decades of that pleasure was taken away with every other step. I breathe in inspiration and breathe out expiration on my strolls through a wonderland that holds both urban, lake, and bucolic residential views whenever I can. Because I am the luckiest man in the world
A Scroll Threw Life 