Multipal Choice

 

 

This is the doorknob to:


1.  A Psychiatrist office

2.  A Bakery       

3.  The IRS 

         

A Perfect Paragraph

I wish, as a writer I could create a paragraph that, like a well painted face, would follow you as you walked across the room.  Those eyes – locked upon your every step, so captivating that you can’t pull your gaze away; you would keep staring at my paragraph as it looked back at you.

I’ve tried, but so far my best work seems to lag far behind anyone so inclined to look at it as they walk.  If they think of it at all it is too late, they are already several steps ahead – if not already into the next room.

Of course the other thing I envy is the lack of punctuation that artists have to deal with.   They can go directly from an azure blue right into an emerald green without so much as a comma in between.  If there is one I've never seen it. 

Here… you try.

I’ll place a photograph here and you look at it.  Study it.  See if you can spot the punctuation.

                         

HEY! Watch it.

 

 

 



Taking a byte out of technology

We are in a river of technology.  We are ill at ease due to our fear of the unknown and in our realization that we are not crossing it but are headed up-stream.  The rushing technological changes push against our legs that are now  knee deep in the flowing current.

    The canoe we purchased for the adventure no longer suit’s the needs of the river with its flailing paddles and ineffective design, it quickly washes downstream and splinters into fragments upon the jagged edges of the riverbank.  The safety line strung between us as we make our way serves as both lifeline and as a remembrance of the simplistic technology of the path behind us.

    Our adventure reminds me of the village of creatures who lived along the bottom of the great crystal river in the book, Illusions, by Richard Bach.  Perhaps our fate is to keep purchasing the latest model canoe, feeding the very corporations who are forcing the bends in the river, or maybe we too should simply “Let go” and allow ourselves to be carried along, bouncing off of rocks, taking our lumps, until we finally learn to adjust to a life void of technology.

    Right there, that little mental jolt you just experienced when trying to imagine a world void of today’s technology - that was your first bump against the rocks.  It takes awhile but it gets easier.  Eventually those who survive the change will find true happiness and understanding.  They will float, relaxed and un-tethered to societies’ network.

    Their actions, however, will not be without consequence, for friends and neighbors shall shun them for their difference.  They shall be cast from the herd.  Their world will be a stillness that in time will prove a comfort, but the journey there will indeed test their spirit.

    I, of course, write this - just having purchased the latest river-going vessel.   It is a Hewlett-Packard with advanced processing paddles, Plug-N-Forge capabilities and turbo cushions.  We are not yet ready to unplug from society but should there be yet another bend in the river before 2020, we will indeed opt-out, unplug, and disconnect leaving only a grinning selfie behind.

  We take some comfort in knowing that our turbo cushions maybe used as flotation devices as we fall from the grid.

I say Potato...

 

but the can opener is broken...

 

You say Po-tah-to

 

OK, fine.



Hanging out with the Big Kids



The Sink Hole

 

with a view