Various visuals that inspired quick pics…
Various visuals that inspired quick pics…
at one time, no, before time, nothing became something the became began it all the became, the axiom: energy the became inflated and expanded and condensed and fused and writhed in the arms of gravity whom it had just begun to know and then embrace gravity, its lover, with whom it coexisted and to whom it pledged covariance until death newton part, exerted its pull energy, as became would become, sat nervously in its primal seat side-by-side, thigh-to-thigh with its lover gravity, or space as it would become, together they imagined a path ~ it would be a wayward path crossing and uncrossing and full of avoidance and despair but they would not know that ~ through their tender universe they grew together, flew apart conspired to sacrifice understanding their burnt offering to us: distance and incomprehension the summer stars over the hillside blinded our eyes to what the future would hold now that there was one
• I recently noticed that the water pressure in our shower was low and that the flow rate dropped when another faucet opened or a toilet was flushed. This never used to happen. So I looked at the situation and figured that the pressure regulator on our water supply was either filled with sediment or some internal part was broken.
In the old days, armed with my well-worn Reader’s Digest Complete Do-It-Yourself Manual, I would have shut off the water and taken apart the regulator to see if I could clean it out myself and save us some bucks. But here is where a few decades of life pays its rewards. It is more likely I would have taken the thing apart only to have some piece crumble in my hands, and then the hardware store would have no replacement part because the manufacturer went out of business, and meanwhile we have no water and someone is now standing in front of me asking when I’m going to turn on the water because someone has to get a shower and leave for an appointment in an hour. Intuiting that, present-day me decides to call a plumber. Experience has a way of teaching things that do-it-yourself books and videos never cover.
• I make a mean tossed salad, I really do. Invite me for dinner someday and I will raid your produce drawer, and probably a few other places in your pantry, and if given enough warning I will bring other fresh goodies with me (maybe even radishes) and then I will make excellent salads for all of us, custom-prepared so that Person A can have her broccoli and bleu cheese while Person B enjoys his black olives and ranch. I may not cook worth a damn but I could have had a stellar career as a greens-tender, if such a position existed.
• I really thought there were still a few absolutes in life, some things that, even in these fractured times, every rational person can agree on. For example, though I do not share their passion, I understand why nature-lovers object to bear traps. And while I think the alt-educated people who refuse to vaccinate their children are supremely misguided and negligent, the damage caused by their selfishness is, for now, limited. But I draw the line at mosquito activists. Mosquito activists!
• What would it be like if we had no heritage? By that I mean, what would we be like, what would our cultures be like, if we lived our lives based on what we personally experienced and not the dusty heritages that our parents and relatives drummed into us, defining and confining our actions and reactions? It may be that most of us, the world over, adopt and cultivate our own heritage-brand that we then operate under, carving out our narratives from our kindred’s experiences while acting as if we experienced their events ourselves.
• Last fall, my friend Eric introduced me to the Spelling Bee game in the New York Times and I am now hooked. It’s a game that doesn’t last more than a day, one can leave it and pick it up at will, and while it offers more challenge than an everyday word-search, one is spared all the weightiness of solving the crossword puzzle. And for me, the Spelling Bee also offers a meta-level of amusement arising from my attempts to find longer, compound words hiding among the seven letters provided that day.
Here are a few examples I found (with my definitions) that I am sure amused only me:
Needless to say, none of these words were accepted.
• P.S. A quick update on our water supply pressure regulator. The plumber replaced it. Pressure and performance is back to normal. Cost: $300. Makes me think I should have at least tried to clean or replace it myself — could have saved a few bucks. I’ll never learn.