Little to say most of time, on a bonding kick,
Its nice to know there’s something that sticks
When you don’t see each other all that much,
You have to find deep thoughts, like such,
A grand ‘ole romping super hero Flick!
Little to say most of time, on a bonding kick,
Its nice to know there’s something that sticks
When you don’t see each other all that much,
You have to find deep thoughts, like such,
A grand ‘ole romping super hero Flick!
Do your best to stay Inside and Out of town,
For they’ll rush and shove and push you down,
The season of giving’s just beginning,
Season of the violent, manic grinning,
Taking, shaking, fellow shirking, Black Friday Clown.
To a wintery chill, the rain gives way,
And all your friends you invite to stay,
For supper and some pumpkin pie,
So pour the wine, and pass a thigh,
Have a happy Turkey Day!
All week I’ve been a little sick
And now to sit in endless traffic,
And travel for the Holidays,
I need to drive for yet some ways,
At least I have this goofy limerick.
Spent a little while matting prints last tonight. I stood over my work table with this one for quite a while. It was a moment of unusual clarity (I just rearranged all my furniture to get more clarity in my workspace). It’s spare, it’s simple, but it drew me in. When you stand under this stone it’s quite wonderously large and imposing, but in black and white, with the world blurring around it surrounded by a pure white mat, it’s something harder to put a finger on. I stood in the now blank walled nearly empty room myself matted in white and with a distance from the world. I had to step back for a few minutes and reflect on all the things that got me here.
Have a happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
At any moment he’ll feel a nagging smother
Just leave him alone, we’ll tell one another,
But on his birthday, We’ll shout and sing! He’ll let it slide.
So it goes, such reveling, We know he cares cause he’ll abide,
On this, his birthday, my snarling, clever, wicked fun, brother.
There’s a lot of ways to relax, unwind,
but its hard to do if you’re feeling confined,
The truth is you don’t need room to range,
But sometimes one needs to rearrange,
and so make space to free one’s mind.
So much to say about what we eat,
But much that is said is simply replete
with falsehoods and fanciful guesses.
Various nature tells us and blesses,
So many things. Lets eat some red meat.
We all heard them roar for blocks and blocks,
An audience loved their character stocks,
They tricked vamped and played,
And for hours folks gleefully stayed,
No one did mind that their puppets were socks.
Through all the restless finger taps,
There have been many years of gaps,
But one snack of which I’ll never tire
Its the one to which all others aspire,
Is the storied, simple, perfect Ginger Snap.