five seven fine

maters and mayo
oh how much I will miss thee
southern snack delight

oh cornelia
how I long for you to be
in modern times, please

thunderheads roll by
floating pristine white mountains
but never a drop. dry.

trailer parks sprawling
red dirt roads wind down hollers
where hopeless hope reigns

good-bye georgia, dear
another summer has past
and I’m free at last

Memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror

The old that is strong does not wither

As I enter a nostalgic mood, I am appreciating some nouns that have maintained their integrity throughout my short lifetime, and the history of mankind.

Insects are very old.I have been afraid of cicadas for a very long time. Thanks, Dad.

Chickens are decedents of velociraptors. Very old. This is also a very old picture of Midge, before she grew in all her beautiful feathers.



I was probably about this old when I suffered a traumatic incident with cicadas.
Also traumatic, how crooked this photo is. Sorry.



My mother's faithful dog is also quite old.
Sweet boy has survived two cats and two corgis. What a trooper.



Polaroids are old. These trees in the Polaroid are old.
They are gone now. And one day I will be too.
But that's alright.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

Addicted to Spuds

I'm sure you have been chomping at the bit to find out where i was Monday night. Or maybe not...but I am going to tell you anyway. Besides getting googly eyes from creepy white guys with horrible braids, I was...

...at a WEIRD AL CONCERT!!!

Yes, you read that right. Whether you like Weird Al or not, that concert was amazing. I was skeptical at first. I mean, I love his music, but would those songs really translate well on stage? Would Weird Al really be Weird Al? The answer to both questions is YES. Without rambling on about how great the show was, lets take a look at a couple of his wardrobe changes. The guy had a different outfit for every song.

First up, we have the classic Weird Al look. Bright, colorful, Hawaiian-like shirt with black pants. And lets not forget the signature accordion. And crazy hair.

Wait, is that Kurt Cobain? Grungy, double layered, overly large shirt, jeans, hair that could use a wash...nope, its just Al during his parody of "Smells Like Teen Spirit".

Nosferatu!!

Now Al takes a quick trip to the 80's. The sweatband should be a key indicator in this outfit, but if not, the keytar is a dead giveaway.

Weird Al's red carpet attire. Spongebob Squarepants T-shirt, heart boxers, and a pink frilly tutu to bring the whole look together. He will definitely make the top ten best dressed list in this getup.

It is widely known that Weird Al is, in fact, Amish.

After a quick stop at Ponderosa in between songs, and 300 lbs later, Al is ready to keep rockin' it. The double (triple?) chin adds to the allure of this outfit.

Al takes a religious break while dressed as a Jedi. He vaguely resembles someone I know, but I just cant put a name to him...

And finally, we are back once again with the accordion, but this time it's paired with a karate uniform. Like a redhead, his hair is the ultimate accessory.

Mirror Mirror

It started out as a trip to the bathroom. Simple enough, right? Well for me, never. Especially when there is a reflective surface involved. As vain as it is, I can spend hours goofing in front of a mirror: playing with my hair, making faces, tweezing my eye brows. Ok, enough. But today I was stopped in my tracks when I noticed a red blotch on my jaw line. Upon closer examination, I found fang marks. How I did not notice something digging its fangs into my jaw is beyond me (well, I was pretty wrapped up in making awesome spring rolls).

So it started with a simple photo of my life threatening wound.

And then, I started to get a little carried away.Nothing out of the ordinary here.

Oh my gosh, who is that creep?

Look at all those Eiffel Towers.Slight obsession with Paris, yes.

I am going to refrain from putting up any more, especially since the passage of time on the clock is rather incriminating. And just as an update, my jaw has not fallen off yet. I think I am going to pull through this one alive.

I saw something nasty in the woodshed!

If you haven’t yet, you must read the book Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons. Since it is one of my favorite books, I own not one but two copies (one of which is full of great illustrations by Quentin Blake). I don’t need to give you a complete review of the book (which is GREAT), or tell you what the book is all about (but if you want to find out, go here). There was also a pretty good movie adaptation made with Kate Beckinsale as Flora and Ian McKellen as Amos (I love you, Ian McKellen! You were great in King Lear!).

So this week when I was trying to come up with a post topic, I was rereading Cold Comfort and realized that if I open the book to any random page, I almost always find a great quote. So i did just that! Below are a sampling of quotes I found (with page numbers).

• My idea of hell is a very large party in a cold room where everybody has to play hockey properly (p. 13).

• At this moment the trap came to a halt outside a public-house...and Flora was relieved, for the conversation seemed to have entered one of those vicious circles to which only death or collapse from exhaustion of one of the participants can put an end (p. 79).

• A strange film passed over Adam's eyes, giving him the lifeless privaeval look that a lizard has, basking in the swooning Southern heat (p. 32).

• She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while you were eating an apple (p. 46).