One of the funniest Twitter commentaries I’ve seen lately. (Thanks Jeffrey @gadgetguru for the laugh!)
Archive for April, 2012
REAL “Twitter” LOL
April 30, 2012Kitty Radio?
April 29, 2012Cat and Candle
April 22, 2012Our cat “Maggie Moo” fascinated watching a pumpkin candle with 4 wicks. Fascinating! I love the word play “cat/candle”…
Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #244
April 18, 2012Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #244.
Pic of vultures well-themed with Chinua Achebe’s poem of same name. Savor!
Cat-Pitcher Picture
April 13, 2012Liked the pose, and the play on words (if you say “picture” with a redneck accent!)
Living, Regrets Undying
April 13, 2012The poem below is based on a true story (disguised to protect my friend)–I felt his pain of decades as he told me the first time, and again in more detail later. As for him, he has recently found inner healing in a way he had not known, and realized how much his pain had kept him from facing the reality. This is a tribute to the blogger who inspired it with his posting of a concept of writing a 33-word “Flash Fiction Horror” story. (I hope this qualifies.) It’s also a tribute to my unnamed friend…
My Tribute to 33-Word “Flash Fiction Horror”
as inspired by “Written Words Never Die”
(http://ericalaganfanclub.wordpress.com)
post of 09 April 2012
Separation, and the Pain
Divorce: pain!
Three kids…Mine! (for now)
Wife—crazy?
Still, she has rights.
She takes them
(weekend, y’know).
Three small bodies found in woods–
Wife? Missing.
Endlessly wondering—what could I have done?
Relationship, Context, and “I Wanna Go to WalMart”
April 12, 2012I meet regularly early on Tuesday mornings for a couple hours with a few guys for spiritual renewal and refreshing. We’ve been doing it for about 5 years now—sometimes we pray, sometimes we study, sometimes we just talk, sometimes it’s a combination of these and who knows what. This past Tuesday turned out to be one of the most hilarious times we’ve had in a while.
It started out as a discussion of some spiritual principle, I think, but it turned into an insight for me about life in general. The conversation began with Barry’s question, “What does … mean?” (I forget what the specific was because what came next was so funny.)
Chris (who turns 52 tomorrow and often has some of the most out-of-the-box perspectives on things) said, “It’s all about relationship. What does it mean to you if my wife says, ‘I wanna go to WalMart’?” Charles said something. Art said something. I said: “She might actually want to go to WalMart, or she might just want to get out of the house.” Then Chris hit us with it: “What if it’s a code for, ‘I want to have sex.’? I have relationship with her, so I would know that, but you wouldn’t!” Of course, much laughter ensued, but it was a powerful insight.
If we don’t know someone or really have relationship with them, we have to pretty much mean what we say. Of course, our context—where we’re coming from, the situation we’re in, the particulars of the matter—influence our understanding of what is said, and we all have stories of how easy it is to mis-interpret what someone says. But we can only develop codes and have secret or private understanding of meaning via relationship. We have to have a mutual understanding, an agreement, sometimes unspoken, that when I say X you understand Y, something totally different that the literal, obvious, face-value meaning. And we do this sort of thing all the times in our families and friendships. It’s what slang is all about: When we say something’s “cool” or “bad,” we don’t mean that literally. But we have to agree on the meaning, and that happens through relationship. Gangs and cults and terrorist organizations know this well, but so do businesses and churches and civic groups. All develop their “insider” languages, their private code-signals (phrases, signs, etc.) that say, “I’m in… are you with me?”
The conversation got even quirkier a bit later when Barry, who had had to leave early to go do a job that was some distance away, called Charles by accident. Mumbling on the other end of the phone, he said, “I meant to call my wife. Why am I calling you???” Of course, we had to suggest that maybe he really wanted to go to WalMart after all…
Yes, I had to ask Chris privately—he’s one of my best friends—whether that was an actual code phrase they used. Never got a clear answer on that. Maybe my relationship with him isn’t deep enough. That’s OK. I didn’t really want to go to WalMart with Chris anyway.
Though I did go to WalMart with Charles later that day. But only to buy a hunting license—and some cough suppressant for my wife, who’s been too sick to go…
TO BE LIKE BUBBA (John Lynch’s blog)
April 11, 2012TO BE LIKE BUBBA (John Lynch’s blog)
If you like golf (especially the Masters), if you like rednecks (or enjoy being one), if you love God–or just love life and a good laugh–this is a GOOD READ!