Causerie

Sun Day

Vinyl

 An album.  By Sting.  Fifty-cents.

What a wonderful world.

So Say We All

Here is my "State of the Real World" Address:

1. I am my neighbor.  You might not dress like her or share his taste in coffee, but there's something to be said of community.  At least there should be.

2. Each one teach one.  Very "Bono"-ish, yet still good, good advice.

3. Affordable food is a necessity, not a luxury.  Greens and beans, people.  Not prime rib.

4. There's dignity in honest work.  Heck, there's dignity in looking for honest work.

5. Most of us will never have a million dollar bank account. (Even if the Sweepstakes promise that someone on our block is going to win!)

6. Those curly-q light bulbs aren't all that.

Care to share your own "State of the Real World Address?"

When Women Speak

"The house does not rest upon the ground, but upon a woman."  - Mexican Proverb

Read

I've been a fan of Lisa's blog for over a year now.  I wonder how can one person read so many books?  How can one person have this much knowledge and intelligence?  How is it possible that this witty librarian book-reviewer extraordinaire have such an amazing sense of humor?  (Maybe that's stereotyping...) 

Any how, Lisa is like the friend you need for those times when you're around smart people who ask stuff like ("Oh and have you read such-and-such?")  Believe me, Lisa's read it.

So, if you are trying to figure out what to read next, you must read her blog first.  Check this out. (Get it?  Check this out!  Library humor...)

She's now in the fifth-grade and I'm still not any smarter but apparently there's an app for that

I admit it.  I'm not a grammar wonk. I struggle constantly with the proper usage of words and punctuation yet, I try and I'm always willing to learn.  So when Bugga Bear said that the medicine she had put on her cut "stang" I quickly corrected her.  "Stung," I told her. "It stung."

"It stang," she said pointing to the scrape on her leg. 

"That's not a word," I said.

"Yes it is.  I've said it before."

"That doesn't mean it's correct," I said.  "The word is stung," I told her in my I-know-better-than-you voice.

"Mom, stang is a word," she said.

"Stang?!" Miss P yelled from the bathroom. "That's hillbilly talk!"

"No, it's not," Bugga Bear said as she marched across the room.  She picked up her electronic do-dad, punched in a few words and proceeded to show me an on-line dictionary with the word "Stang" highlighted.

 "Simple past-tense of sting" it said.

 

Arm Chair

I don't like football.  I've never understood it and frankly, I think it's silly for grown men to run up and down the field while knocking each other upside the head and making millions doing it.  Football, I find boring but, I must say that I'm awfully intrigued with this Tim Tebow.  Apparently, he is stirring up feelings in fans and non-fans alike - hatred, reverence, anger, frustration, confusion and awe.

Some people have said that Tim's rise to fame is reminiscent of the Biblical David (of the Goliath fame); but, the more I hear about this fascinating young man, I think his journey here on Earth is more like the Bible's Daniel.

Daniel was loved and hated by many and yet he remained true to his beliefs.  God did amazing and  unexplainable things through Daniel and for Daniel and people were confused, fearful and amazed.  Though a humble man, Daniel was also fierce and determined.

Sort of like this Tim.