Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Younger Men And The Women Who Love Them

Current mood: counting my blessings

Category: Romance and Relationships

When a man adds a dozen years to his age and describes himself as a swamp thing or a garden gnome on his myspace profile, you know he's a keeper.


Brad Pitt Look Alike

No one is keeping me! Could be I have no clue what a swamp thing is!
And OK, so I do not have those two on MySpace profile. Hummmmmmmm?


If you look like Brad Pitt, you have your pick of nubile young things. So does my guy, but not because he looks like Brad Pitt. He knows I worry that younger, prettier women on myspace will hit on him, so he posts a cringe-inducing profile to scare them away.


Current mood: snarky

News and Politics

Did you know Our Fearless Leader
Is "a eckalectic reader"?
Dubya's no ignoramus.
He is reading Albert Camus.

Thoughtful, cultured, Bush is both.
He digs Shakespeare, also Goethe.
He likes Shelley, Wordsworth, Keats,
T.S. Eliot and Yeats.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

"Smile, You're On Candid Camera"

Current mood: unflinching

Category: Life

I believe in truth in advertising, so I am posting a current picture, taken earlier this month at my daughter's friend Scarlett's fiftieth birthday party. All the other women are in their forties or fifties. I am, as usual, having a bad hair day and wearing no make-up, but they wanted me in the group pictures.

I'll leave this up for a while, so my readers can see what I look like.



I'm the one in back with the slack jaw and dark teeth. I'm shorter than the women, so you can't see me. I clean up OK and they treat me nice.

Posted by Yes on Saturday, August 26, 2006 at 12:47 PM]

If they treat you nice and I find out about it, you're in a world of trouble.

Posted by Connie on Saturday, August 26, 2006 at 12:51 PM

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Japanese Short Form Poetry For Dummies

Current mood: iconoclastic

Category: Writing and Poetry


Haiku are cornball
platitudes about nature,
mercifully short.

A tanka is a
haiku that didn't make the
cut, taking thirty
one syllables to say what
could be said in seventeen.

(From Deeplip's "The Little Book Of Poems About Poetry and Poets".)

Where Is Forrest Gump When You Need Him?

Current mood: unimpressed

Category: News and Politics

Mensa convention gathers the minds

By TRAVIS REED, Associated Press Writer Fri Aug 11, 9:54 PM ET

The single qualification to join their group is an intellect among the world's top 2 percent -- an IQ of at least 130 -- which makes some Mensa members often feel like outsiders.

Those who traveled to Orlando this week found a place where they could do whatever gave them kicks without worrying about fitting in at the World Gathering of Mensa, a 100,000-member club.

"Most of the people are just a little different, a little out of step. And here that just doesn't happen," said John Sheehan, a New Hampshire hypnotherapist and member of American MENSA's board of directors. "One of the
most often heard phrases of people who are new to an event like this is, 'I felt like I've come home."


Just insert periods and MENSA becomes an acronym for My Ego Needs Serious Attention.

(Deeplip, aka clefpalate)

Friday, August 11, 2006

"You're maudlin and you're full of self-pity. You're magnificent." (George Sanders)

Current mood: voyeuristic


Romance and Relationships

(The blog's title is a line from "All About Eve")


Once there was

a loveless man

who lived inside

a garbage can.

He'd kick and flail

and curse and shout

and cry,
Go 'way!

Don't help me out!

For if you do,

I know that then

you're gonna

put me back again!

(From Deeplip's novella-in-verse Unreqwerty'd Love: the story of belle and play.)

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Bereavement For Dummies

Current mood: appalled

Category: News and Politics

The heading below is from The New York Times Online:

After Bomb Kills Loved Ones, Life Turns Ghostly
Published: August 8, 2006
Ghazi Samra stumbles on through grief and regret after an Israeli airstrike killed his wife, daughter and granddaughter.


There are very few words - if any - to describe the anguish this man is experiencing. "Regret" isn't one of them.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

"Many suffer the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds."

Current mood: compassionate

Category: Writing and Poetry

The above quote is from Juvenal.

Some people believe they must suffer for their art. They often have so little to show for it, one wonders if pain itself isn't the goal, and art the means of achieving it, not the other way around.


In life it is not
the journey that counts, it is
the deprivation.

(Deeplip, from her novella-in-verse Unreqwerty'd Love: the story of belle and play.)

Thursday, August 03, 2006

"If I'd known I was going to live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself."

Current mood: guardedly optimistic

Category: guardedly optimistic
Writing and Poetry


Life is an apple.

Death the worm coiled at its core.

I take slow, small bites.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

"How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways."

Current mood: besotted

Category: Writing and Poetry

you as always
are a fast moving mountain stream,
too strong to stand up against,
chest deep when it's flood time,
but full of fighting rainbows.

When a man writes prose like this, the least you can do is add some line breaks and call it poetry .