“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.

Merry Mélange

It was here, while waiting for my brother, that I started this story, although, of course, at the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books. But I knew a story had begun, perhaps long ago near the sound of water. And I sensed that ahead I would meet something that would never erode so there would be a sharp turn, deep circles, a deposit, and quietness.

-from A River Runs Through It → Read more...

Back Diving

I posted a picture of him for a silly Instagram-related game and found him waiting for me in my dreams, something which occurs so rarely it still explodes solidly-constructed dams inside me each time I see his face, mustached and smiling at mine just the way he always did, just the way I always remember him. As usual he didn’t say much, not anything I could hear or remember, but he was there and I knew it, and when I → Read more...

Hiking Into Green Valleys

I have words washed out to sea. Words ushered quietly from my lips to my fingertips, waiting patiently for the right tide, for the moon to bring my stories alive.

I have words being reviewed, words accepted and words rejected, and I’m clinging to my favorite lines, fighting for them, and it feels strange and new and exhilaratingly infuriating, this tug-of-war of wills and how the slightest bit of caving can make me feel like I’m flirting with abandoning the sanctity → Read more...

Rivers And Roads

[Alternately titled: Story, The Second: The Girl Who Moved To Washington State]

It began simply. A direct message on Twitter first, followed by texts; those texts, in turn, begat plans. With those plans came anxiety and apprehension – I didn’t know you, not your face or your voice or anything else, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to – but also something exciting, a strange and unexpected hope hovering quietly on the horizon. And then we met, conversed and laughed → Read more...