…can’t trust that day.
Did that bring the Mamas & Papas to mind? Music has a lot of power, especially in the emotional realm. I often find hearing a song that was popular many years ago can immediately transport me back to that time, with vivid memories of places and feelings. How ’bout you?
I’ve been interested in our city’s attempt to upgrade streets from cars-only thoroughfares to something that can be shared by pedestrians and cyclists as well.
The city has been making businesses put crosswalks through parking lots, connecting to the sidewalk. One problem. There’s not always a sidewalk to connect to. When I run across them, I like to document these “sidewalks to nowhere.” I invite you to do the same…
It’s been pointed out that if we don’t update more often, people will forget we’re here. With Joey’s show in San Francisco coming up, and other events on the horizon, RATS nearing completion (currently in final edit), and just a whole lot going on in our lives, my challenge is to make time each day in June for an update. Will I succeed? Stay tuned…
By the way, as a bit of a tease, remember Simran? Joey’s first sculpted piece in decades was one of two chosen for the upcoming SF show. More on that soon on our Arts page.
Let the challenge begin!
So I’m waiting for the train, and hear, “This is intel you acquired from Frank?”
Way to pique my interest there, Slick! I’m not a conspiracy theorist, nor do I think they’re out to get me, but I’m not used to hearing that phrase anywhere except thriller/spy movies. Sure, they’re probably talking about some sales contract or a number that got left off a spreadsheet – but, goodness! Doesn’t “intel you acquired” sound juicy?
Maybe this person didn’t intend for me to overhear that particular bit of intel – maybe it never crossed his mind that anyone could hear. But fella, on a train platform, you never know who you’re standing next to (unless you’ve got some REALLY good intel!), so beware the consequences of your conversation. Maybe I’m not a journalist, but I know a whole passel of ’em who might be interested in following up on some hot “intel.”
I think I fall about halfway up the “Santa scale.” Yes, I have roasted chestnuts on an open fire (they weren’t bad, but an oven is a lot easier, not to mention safer. When you’ve had to dodge an exploding chestnut, you realize that modern conveniences are good things). No, I have not had figgy pudding. Although I’ve gone caroling and demanded it more than once, nobody’s given me any, which didn’t upset me as the idea of figs in pudding sounded borderline disgusting. Turns out, though, it’s not a milk-Bill Cosby commercial-pudding. It’s a cooked dessert, kind of like a dense, moist cake. So maybe not bad, although I couldn’t say as nobody’s brought me any right here. To be fair, however, I do remember singing that I would not go until I got some, and as I’m not still standing in the rec room of that nursing home warbling my head off, I can’t blame people for assuming I wasn’t all that serious about wanting it.
My mother and I used to make ornaments, a new kind each year. I still have a few, painted wood from the year I turned 10, if I remember right. We used to make photo ornaments each year, but then life got away from us and we haven’t for the last year or so. Next year. We own artificial Christmas trees, as we both have allergies, and they’re already up. Yes, “they.” We own multiple trees. Upside, little needle drop and you can put them up whenever you have time. Downside, no woodsy tree scent. Upside, no woodsy tree pollen. Still, we’ve hauled out the ornaments and lights, festooned the trees (how often do you have an excuse to say you’ve “festooned?”) and hung the stockings (not necessarily with great care, but they’re up there).
Yes, there are sad memories at this time of year. We’ve both lost people around Christmas, so the ghosts of Christmas Past have familiar faces, making this a good time to toast absent friends and loved ones, and do something nice for someone who isn’t expecting it in memory of love that has been. Also a good time for eating figgy pudding, if anyone gives you any. Not that I’m hinting or anything.