“Are You An Attorney?” “Touché, Your Highness.”
On the first day of April my true blog gave to me: two video clips and some hilarity.
(I apologize in advance for the holiday song that could now most likely be stuck in your head for the remainder of the day.) And now, onward!
Awesome Video Clip, The First:
These guys played Leno’s late night show two weeks ago, and it was an honest fluke that I caught the tail end of his show (I’m a Letterman girl myself), and saw this group of seven uber-talented men performing completely sans music, beyond the incredible sounds they were creating using their mouths and their mouths only.
Here’s the clip from the show via YouTube:
Awesome Video Clip, The Second:
If you haven’t seen this video yet, it’s (hilarious, and) definitely worth the four minutes.
Last but not least, a topical holiday greeting:
Happy! First Day of April to everyone, and to all a good prank.
*Title is from Eulogy, one of the funniest movies ever made, ever.
Story, The First: The Pug Who Moved To California
Stories I said I had. Tangential stories and life-changing ones.
Until today I haven’t known where, exactly, to begin. And so quiet this space has mostly been because some beginnings are tricky. Sometimes it’s quite impossible to denote where something ended and something else entirely began.
I’m not going to be able to tell you everything, but then the best stories never really do, do they?
(That’s not a trick question. I promise they don’t.)
(Unless the story was penned by Henry James, in → Read more...
Found
This week I’ve been finding pieces of writing long lost and forgotten. Unearthing words belonging to me, and words penned by some of my favorite of all literary voices, collected and saved and scrawled excitedly on pages littered with foggy memories of past lives, obscured now in light of all that was and is and is to come.
Of the words not belonging to me, Lucille Clifton’s were the ones I found most often, recounted in notebook after notebook, or inked → Read more...
Shari-Romancing A Stone
They say water changes stone, carving it over time to angles and dimensions in harmony with water’s need to reach the sea; but sometimes, stones change the watercourse instead.
-The lovely and eclectic Shari
On Hoarding
I’m collecting my favorite corners, like the one with the stunning oak tree on display for an entire neighborhood to see, its limbs shading a bustling crosswalk shooting confidence into pedestrians like electric currents of white light, fresh graffiti on a nearby curb: an infinity symbol, black and simple.
I’m collecting stories about the apartment window filled with small elephant figurines along one of my favorite walking routes. So many trunks standing side-by-side and none of them alive.
I’m collecting the surprisingly → Read more...