It’s late, I’m tired, and not too inspired. The opposite of inspiration is expiration, and while I’m not yet ready to expire, I am more than ready for bed. Despite this, I want to post something for NaBloPoMo; so enjoy this photo of morning fog, sky and tree branches, and I’ll catch up with you – whoever you may be – tomorrow.
Big power lines like this remind me of Hopi Kachina dolls. Can you see what I mean? It’s in how the ‘arms’ jut straight out from the ‘body,’ and how square the ‘heads’ are. You could use that big metal contraption as a framework to build a gigantic Kachina doll if you wanted. (Quick, somebody tell Jeff Koons!) Hopi Kachina dolls make me think of Phillip Glass, because my first exposure to him was via the hypnotic film ‘Koyaanisqatsi,’ which is a Hopi Indian term meaning, ‘life out of balance.’ It’s a beautiful film, and there’s no dialogue, just lots…
I have noticed that the air in Texas quite often smells of steak, and not just when there’s a restaurant nearby. I’ve caught whiffs of char-broiled beef at the library, the DMV and even the opera house. For all I know, that steaky smell lingers on people’s clothing, or is some sort of cologne. If New York is the city that never sleeps, then Texas is the state that never stops barbecuing. In fact, I could substitute the word ‘barbecue’ in the poster above and it would be completely appropriate for the Lone Star state.
There’s a line from “White Men Don’t Jump” that springs to mind whenever I pass by apartment complexes featuring wishful-yet-inaccurate names. Some female character, I don’t know remember who, gave the line. I didn’t even see the whole movie. I was channel surfing after having my wisdom teeth pulled and between the headache, anesthesia grog, and Vicodin, it’s a wonder I remember this line at all. The character was complaining about Vista View Apartments because, “there ain’t no vista and there ain’t no view.” I can’t say that I laughed until I hurt, because I was already hurting, but that…
I moved my home office today, but you don’t want to read about that, nor do I want to blog about it. I still can’t find my wireless mouse – argh! Anyway, it’s a great space. From here I can look out and see the backyard. There are oaks, a little pond, and a figurine Tex calls Esperanza. It’s the only garden statue his ex left behind. When I told him that Esperanza means ‘hope’ he laughed and said, ‘That’s about right. My ex took everything but my hope.’ This sparked a talk about the pluses and minuses of leaving…
My boyfriend fell asleep tonight while I read an article out loud from Science News to him. It’s an interesting article about the songs of Humpback whales. Some groovy science chick spent 4 years recording whale ditties. She isolated various riffs and played back her own whale remixes to see how the buoyant cetacean dudes would react. Turns out that they jam with other males, altering their songs when others join in. Maybe next year she’ll take them to a karaoke bar. I quit reading aloud once I realized Tex had fallen asleep. (Tex is not my boyfriend’s real name,…