Wordless relationship

Posted for Wordless Wednesday's April 9 edition.

Back then in ca. 1959

Back then when summers seemed an unending sequence of warm sunny days
When swimming trunks were shapeless and high-hipped
When trash cans were made of zinc-plated metal and held some kind of mystery

Posted for Sunday Scribblings # 105 – The Photograph.

Yep, that's yours truly in the picture. I was too young to recollect what I was doing there – all the memories I have of this vacation in the Black Forest are vicarious. Whatever it was, my father felt compelled to get out his Leica and take this snapshot.

L.B.

So I am a snapdragon ...

I am a Snapdragon What Flower Are You?

Here's what is says about snapdragons at This Garden Is Illegal, where I took this test:

Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh.

I came across this not while gardening (I don't even have a garden right now unless you count the cactus and sedum on my kitchen window sill) but while reading Linda's poems.

Cross act

The crossbow acted
as intended
and split the apple
on Walter’s head

– Leonard Blumfeld

A somewhat martial take on the two words proposed by Two for Tuesday – cross and act. Also inspired by Friedrich Schiller's play about William Tell.

Blogging without obligation

Some quotes about blogging from tartx / down the rabbit hole that make a lot of sense to me:

After coming across what seemed to be the 4000th or so post on someone's blog starting with "I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile," I decided it is time to rethink what makes a good blog and the expectations that have come to be part of it. I am thinking that no one should utter those words again ... and with that thought I give you Blogging Without Obligation.

I release all the logos, thoughts and words mentioned here about this concept into the public domain. Take the idea and run with it ... or walk away. It is all good.

• Because you shouldn't have to look at your blog as a treadmill.
• Because it's okay to just say what you have to say. If that makes for a long post, fine. Short post, fine. Frequent post, fine. Infrequent post, fine.
• Because it's okay to not always be enthralled with the sound of your own typing.
• Because sometimes less is more.
• Because only blogging when you feel truly inspired keeps up the integrity of your blog.
• Because they are probably not going to inscribe your stat, link and comment numbers on your tombstone.
• Because for most of us blogging is just a hobby. A way to express yourself and connect with others. You should not have to apologize for lapses in posts. Just take a step back and enjoy life, not everything you do has to be "bloggable."
• Because if you blog without obligation you will naturally keep your blog around longer, because it won't be a chore. Plus, just think you will be doing your part to eradicate post pollution. One post at a time...

She’s been misunderstood

“You’re telling me that you lost the money because your undies got tangled up?”
“In the drier, as I told you before!”
“And you expect me to believe that you carry your money in your undies and put them in the drier with the money? The bus fare you owe this company, to be exact.”
“Not me! My mother did.”
“This is getting more mysterious all the time.”
“You don’t understand. See, the undies didn’t get quite dry because they were tangled up, but I put them on anyway.”
“Uhuh.”
“Then, after a while, I realized they were wet, and that my pants had also gotten wet.”
“I see.”
“So then I had to put on the other pair of pants.”
“Which didn’t have the money in them?”
“Yes. – And then I had to run to make it to the bus to go to school.”
“Without undies, without money, but with the new pair of pants.”
“Yes, except they’re not new. You’re getting this all wrong!”
“I give up in desperation. Scoot!”
“You’re letting me go?”
“Yes, and you better get lost before I insist on verifying the undy situation.”

– Leonard Blumfeld
weaving the words money, tangled and understood into an incredible dialog for 3WW #78.

Morning & Three Wishes

It’s a grey morning out there,
and my wish is: lighten up!

It’s going to be another
high-pressure day at work,
and my wish is: lighten up!

There are some troubled
souls at work, and my
wish is again: lighten up!

– Leonard Blumfeld

Written in response to Sunday Scribblings #102: Smorgasbord. I helped myself to a serving of "Morning" and to another of "Three Wishes."

A story of numbness

The numbness began with the apartment.
It turned into numbness between us within a few months.
Now she has become so numb she never leaves anymore.
And I’m hardly ever there.

– Leonard Blumfeld

Written for 3WW using today's 3 words: apartment – began – numb.

Ruby Tuesday Meme Invitation

Introductory question:

Does the blog world need another meme?

Multiple choice answers permitted:

A. Like the plague, there are enough of those useless things.
B. Why not, count me in.

If your answer is A., then please proceed with whatever you wanted to do in the first place.
If your answer is B., then please be invited to participate in Ruby Tuesday.

What are the rules?

A. Create a post that has the word or color RUBY or something else RUBY-related or TUESDAY-related in it.
B. In your post, create a link to this Ruby Tuesday meme invitation.
C. Leave a comment here.
D. That's all!

How'd I come up with the idea for this meme? That's simple:

A. Today is Tuesday.
B. I was thinking of participating in some meme – preferably a Tuesday one since today is Tuesday.
C. Somehow, in my always musical head, the Rolling Stones song Ruby Tuesday started playing:

Ruby Tuesday

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter because it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows, she comes and then she goes

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who is gonna hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you

Don't ask her why she needs to be so free
She's gonna tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost, but such a cost

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who is gonna hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you

"There's no time to lose", I heard her say
You gotta catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you may lose your mind
Is life unkind?

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who is gonna hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who is gonna hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday

– Written in 1966 by Keith Richards (and possibly Brian Jones)

For added inspiration, here's a clip of Melanie performing the song:

Experiment involving ladies, leopards and a juniper tree

Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper tree in the cool of the day
– T. S. Eliot

And now four Blumfeld variations, to be accompanied by lute and shawm:

Leopard: three white ladies sat under a juniper tree in the cool of the day
Juniper: three white days sat under a leopard tree in the cool of the ladies
Cool tree: three juniper trees sat under a leopard in the white of the day
Cool ladies: a juniper tree sat under the leopard in three whites of the day

Posted in honor of Sunday Scribblings #101 - The Experiment as an experiment in/with/on modernist poetry.

T. S. Eliot, when asked the meaning of the line 'Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper tree in the cool of the day...' from Ash Wednesday (1927), said "It means 'Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper tree in the cool of the day...'".

Questions as to the meaning of the Blumfeld variations are welcome.

Photo courtesy of Snow Leopard Trust, an organization that has been helping to save the Asian snow leopard for 25 years.

Perfect playmates ...

... and yet so different.

For Wordless Wednesday.

"We’re wordless every day, and we’re like potato chips — you can’t just have one day!!"

My kitchen, right now

It's all about kitchens in Inspire Me Thursday this time around. My contribution is a razor-edge-of-time snapshot of my kitchen's current but no so unusual state (messy).

What you see are primarily the yet unwashed containers of last night's and today's foods and drinks and some utentils. The pièce de résistance, however, is my grandma's flowered coffee pot in the background.

And yes, it was takeout last night. My daughter came over, and we ooled* Chinese while watching a rental DVD - Because I said so with Diane Keaton as the high-strung and meddling mother of three girls. The movie has its moments but isn't the greatest ever made.

* To "ool" - family speak ever since we watched Ringo Starr's Caveman way back when the kids were little. Even our dog knows what the word means. One of our all-time family cult movies.

How tasty was my cereal this morning

Wordless Wednesday

Zapping the remote control

Zemi, one of the characters I met during my time zap travels.

These are some of the places and times where blind zapping curiosity took me …

Zap: Ah, it’s mighty damp here, I’ve got sweat running down everywhere after just a sec, and it’s so misty I can hardly see a thing … and what’s this ugly furry creature there that’s eying me from the front (or back?) of its furry head … about 27 feet tall … and feet on both sides of the foot if that makes any sense … now marching towards me through the swampy terrain … don’t like his/her approach …

Zap: I’m in a desert on some planet … surrounded by insect-like robots about 100 times the size of the biggest terrestrial insects … what the hell are these guys doing? … I see, they’re sifting the sand for something … gold? plutonium? planetarium? … I feel hungry, nothing edible around … better leave before they discover me and put me through one of those sifters ...

Zap: I’m in Charles Dickens’ room, looking over his shoulder as he’s scribbling on and on about Mr. Micawber … he gives me a distracted look, but doesn’t really register … let him work … I love David Copperfield the way it is, no sense in interfering …

Zap: I’m in a trench … soldiers that look like frogs, literally, they’ve got these things over their heads that make 'em look like … my God, let me get out of here before there’s a poison gas attack …

Zap: What are these four gigantic columns around me? And that above me – is that someone’s gigantic belly? And those egg-shaped things the size of helicopter cabs … are those balls? Don’t let that plesiosaurus or whatever sit down (on me!) while I’m looking for my RC in the grass …

PS: I made it back home – to my own modest time, my own modest place – as you might have guessed because I managed to survive and post these exploits.

– Len “Time Zapper” Blumfeld

Written for Sunday Scribblings' #100 prompt "Time Machine"

Synonyms for never

• one of these days
• eventually
• when I get around to it

This topic came up as a result of listening to a piece by Bill Frisell (from "Nashville") in which the lyrics "One of these days I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter" are repeated again and again.

Please feel free to add any other never variants you can think of.

– L.B.

Message in a bottle

The Teach at Work of the Poet tagged me for Mimi's Message in a Bottle meme. The picture above shows my very simple 3-word message.

Here are the rules for participation in this meme:

You are about to send a virtual Message In a Bottle across the Blog Ocean. Leave a message in the sand or on the bottle. Write anything you wish. Be a pirate or a poet. Serious or silly. Anonymous or not. What message would you like to send out to the universe?

1. Compose a message to place in your virtual bottle.
2. Right click and SAVE the blank graphic below.

3. Use a graphics program of your choice to place the message on the picture.
4. Post the Message In a Bottle meme and your creation on your blog along with these rules.
5. Tag a minimum of 5 bloggers - or your entire blogroll - to do the same. Notify them of the tag. Your virtual bottle will remain afloat in the blogosphere ocean for all blogernity (that's a Mimism for blog + eternity.)

So, if you are tagged by me, go over to Mimi's and ADD your site to her Mr. Linky list and place your blog's name and url in a comment HERE TO LET MIMI KNOW YOU'VE COMPLETED THE MEME. Mimi will add it to the master list of message bottles. Email mimiwrites2005 at yahoo.com if you have questions. Participation is optional. Just remember she has a dungeon ... and some of you are STILL there from the Band Meme. Have fun!

I'm tagging:
Fourbourne @ Fourbourne
Myrtle Beached Whale @ Myrtle Beach Ramblings
Gautami Tripathy @ Rooted
Tumblewords @ Tumblewords
Laura Scarlett @ Laura Scarlett

Dread, dread

Meeting with "superior" coming up this afternoon – some fundamentals will need to be discussed.
I'm working for two teams. She heads one of them and doesn't like the fact that I also work for the other. The people in hers are more problematic.
I hate sitting between chairs!

More questions than directions

Today's horoscope said:

Concentrating on the job at hand might be more difficult than it normally is for you. You'll much rather be lying on a sandy beach than checking items off your to-do list, with today's alignments influencing you. Try your best to stay focused on why you're doing what you do. If you stay focused on the prize, you'll have an easier time of it.

• My hands are on the job, even though somewhat reluctantly.
• Sandy beach ... Yearn! Sound good. How about in Puglia, around Italy's heel?
• What are today's alignments?
• All right, I'll try to stay focused. But why am I doing what I am doing? Big question!
• What prize?

Leonard "Somewhat Puzzled" B.

Blurry face

Section of "Blurry Face"
Gouache and oil crayon, 2004

Posted for Inspire Me Thursday's "Faces" theme.

Time flies by ...

and you're not getting anything accomplished.

Ever had one of those days?

It's shaping up to be one for me, and frantic activity does not seem to be the answer. That seems to equate wheel spinning and rubber burning (smoke and stench – oh no!).

But:

• The sun's out brightly
• A placid plane is making its way in the baby blue sky
• I bet there are many people aboard who are doing something productive ... like sleeping, blowing their noses, reading fun trashy novels, getting acquainted with their neighbors or hoping their neighbors won't disturb them*, waiting for the next meal, etc.
• Wouldn't mind being on a plane myself ... going somewhere
• ... instead of sitting here at work not getting anywhere.

Cheers!

Len "Not So Inspired Workhorse"

* Ever read Anne Tyler's Accidental Tourist? (Highly recommendable – the movie, starring William Hurt, Kathleen Turner, Geena Davis and Bill Pullman, is also quite good.) Then you know what to do in order to prevent communication with fellow travelers.