This and That

“We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails”.                                                                                                                       — Bertha Calloway  

i'll never be  fashionably  impressive  or hot can't be what i'm not 

I just watched a documentary on the history of the automat. It's fabulous. New York, Mel Brooks, Colin Powell. It has it all. I only wish I could go to an automat for lunch... If only I had a time machine! 

my neighbour’s elf light  and strands of twinkly bulbs decorating their front yard  try hard  but can’t compete  with  the stars shining  in the midnight black sky:  nature 1, holiday decor 0. 

At a recent UN biodiversity conference, the UN Secretary-General António Guterres sounded the alarm on environmental destruction. His remarks below : Ecosystems have become playthings of profit. With our bottomless appetite for unchecked and unequal economic growth, humanity has become a weapon of mass extinction. We are treating nature like a toilet. And ultimately, we are committing suicide by proxy.

in the great hall  the architecture is exquisite  [circa 1920s] i stand  admiring  as  people text and talk  with one eye on the clock  a sense of hurry and hustle  endless motion and distraction  and me depending on you  to figure out  where we are going next

disappointment  is like finding out  the knitted cardigan  you wanted and  spent  years  combing through  thrift store racks for  is made out of  coarse  wool, itchy  and dry-clean only:  unwearable fashion.

crosby,  sinatra, martin  are the unholy wise men bringing magnetism, swagger and  cool :  who needs frankincense anyway?

yellow and black strips keep buzzing around me  buzz, buzz, buzzing landing on my hand  and then on the patch of sunlight kissing my leg i whoosh away their wings but they keep zig-zagging  back to me you’d think i was as sweet as a red delicious apple or as appealing as one 

When the message you receive on your blog feels a lot like your life.   

i was content mittens, toque, winter coat curled up on a lawn chair  embracing the october chill reading about politics  and capitalism and revolution  then it started to rain — i didn’t mind  but  the book  i was reading protested  water and paper  don’t mix.