Up-to-the-second state of mind

What they call "zeitnah" in German, "close to time" – blogging on the razor edge of time.

• The weather is doing its thing – rather on the gray, cloudy side – and isn't really dying for my input as far as I can tell
• There, I've paid homage to the weather angels
• I tried reading poetry to look for a quote which might lend itself to being blogged right now, on the razor edge of time and with some cohesive relevance, but nothing on the pages I skimmed stuck
• I'm afraid this has more to do with my current burnt-out state than the state of poetry in general or in particular
• Ramble, ramble
• Did I manage to say anything useful, pertinent or essential that will go down in the annals of whatever?
• I don't believe I did
  
• Would I wish this onto many readers?
• Frankly or unfrankly, I don't know
  

Your cheap neighborhood philosopher and hang-out artist Lem B.

Cavils

Cavil – lovely word. Nothing you're supposed to do, but so easy to give in to. So here are my cavils for this morning:

1. The weather, even though not downright depressing, could definitely be better.
2. My head could be better. The well-known tension from too much computer work is coming on.
3. The world situation could be immensely better. Good people could be in power (unlike Junior Bush, Kim Jong-il, Pootin and a few other shining stars I could think of).
4. I could receive more e-mails from people I haven't written to. Still, they could be thinking of me and drop a line.
5. Ultimate success has failed me.
6. My fiancée could write or call. It's been too long.
7. I could be doing things I like to do.
8. Why do I have to do what I do? I mostly hate it.
9. Particularly right now.
10. Money, the most prevalent current incarnation of the constrictions of this material world, is the root of much evil.
11. If it weren't for a lack of money, I could publish so many books, stage so many plays with my love in them, and nobody would have to read respectively see them except if they absolutely wanted to!
    

Etc.

Gripes! Yikes! Enough!

Hits!

How many of us are out there, hoping to make it big, blogging away for
THE BIG BANG,
the stratospheric Harry Potter of blogs?

Google's AdSense providing the cash needed for that dream villa on some sunny beach, where we loll, blogging occasionally and languidly using our notebook computer or cell phone but mostly working on that tan and on our inebriation...

Ah cyberworld,
cyberspace,
cyberdreams,
blessèd be
thy cyberlure!

Starting the day with fibonacci

Oh
my!
Mud pie
thrown my way –
lethal lethe drunk
from purest river so early.

Self-congrats, L.B. You've done it again – gifted the world another fib still burning hot from the forn de pa poètic.

Extra strong copyright by Len Blumfeld 2007

Variations on nothingness no. 2

Even nothingness varies.

Your midwest hometown neighborhood philosopher Jerry Potter Blumfeld.

Thank you, weather

Weather is arguably man's and woman's most dependable companion. There's never a day without it. So here's to weather!

Perhaps the British have known about the importance of weather the longest, hence their famed weather conversation intros like "A bit nippy today, ay?"


An animal factor is added in Germany; here, the weather is made – or at least predicted – by frogs that climb ladders. Up is good, I believe.

I've been told that frogs in the wild are accurate to a tittle* in their predictions provided that they can find a ladder. Another problem is that they're hardly ever seen.

So the weather stations make do with ladder-equipped jarred frogs, which explains some of the inaccuracy of German forecasts.

* This expression dates back to at least 1607 (see World Wide Words). A simplified form is generally in use today, which will most likely be further simplified in the future.

Good morning

It is morning again

The computer fans are whirring at different frequencies

There is an occasional bird chirp outside, also at different frequencies

~~~~~

Nice to see you, I say to noone in particular

Variations on nothingness

More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing

– Brian Ferry (Roxy Music)

Brings up the question of what this is
beyond which there is nothing
and what that one thing is
that needs to be told.

Your true subscriber to somethingness,

Leon Blumfeld

On the subject of pearls before swine

The average swine still mistakes yesterday’s kitchen slops for pearls.

Wind, wind, wind

The weather angels today are swift movers that make stairwells howl and shutters rattle.