Friday, November 21, 2008

Percolating Friday

per·co·late  (pûrk-lt)
Verb [-lating, -lated]
1. to pass or filter through very small holes: the light percolating through the stained-glass windows cast coloured patterns on the floor
2. to spread gradually: his theories percolated through the academic community
3. to make (coffee) or (of coffee) to be made in a percolator [Latin per- through + colare to strain]

This is a new idea that has happened upon a frosty chilled morning in Nashville on a Friday with very little action going on, very little demand on our time and very little to do other than this....coming up with something to do. I have read at least a hundred photoshop tutorials and they were great; but there has to be more. Now there is. Its "Percolating Friday." Its an idea that the The Pensive, It Depends and I will share come on aboard; but let us know you're there or link.

Well this day has been a one that has passed slowly which frees up a lot of graymatter stagnation. What is there to notice, to think about, to consider.... Oh so much. I stare down at the homeless and wonder where they are going on a day, much less the coming night, like this. I see the old newspapers blow across the cold asphalt and wonder how long it actually takes to disintegrate. Al Gore probably knows.

disintegrating realities

I cant help but wonder with all the cars going by that have no idea I am watching them what they are wondering, what they are worried about, what they dont want anyone else to know. In the shadow of the Batman building, the light shimmers on all that is dark and the coldness keeps it from scampering away before I see it. These blogs that millions of people write and others read are the summation of thoughts, events, feelings and experiences that blow away in the winds of time just like the old newspapers. But yes, some hang around longer than others; i.e. The Constitution, The Bible, The Bill of Rights, etc. Democracy may be not very different than any of these "noble" writings that we attempt to live and govern our society by.

What lerks beneath the surface of mans heart. Look at what surrounds him, observe who he is when he doesnt have to be anyone, and yes, when he doesnt know you are looking. If God were being paid a salary, would he get overtime pay? Is there a "cosmic union" that says how many times he has to give us more chances or how many hours he has to delve out to certain groups? If the future were now; would yesterday have been any different? Where does a blog about percolation go? Anywhere it goes is where it is; isnt that what comes to the surface?

The only question remaining.... are we the coffee, the pot, the cup, the holes or the heat?


Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Some Funny Pun Maniac

mad bunny

More Puns
submitted by Christ Holmes

Energizer Bunny arrested - charged with battery.

A pessimist's blood type is always b-negative.

Practice safe eating - always use condiments.

A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother.

Shotgun wedding - A case of wife or death.

I used to work in a blanket factory, but it folded.

Marriage is the mourning after the knot before.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

Corduroy pillows are making headlines.

Is a book on voyeurism a peeping tome?

Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.

Banning the bra was a big flop.

Sea captains don't like crew cuts.

Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?

A successful diet is the triumph of mind over platter.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

A gossip is someone with a great sense of rumor.

Without geometry, life is pointless.

Go Big Orange

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Crawling Out of What I See

out of my image

Sometimes you can find yourself captive in the mirror. No, not for those self adoring reasons; the other ones. Sometimes the reflection moves before you do, no longer willing to remain in synchronicity. Sometimes the perception is more real than the reality. Sometimes it can be difficult to know which one is a product of the other. Is the reflection the reflection?

Crawling out of one's self is a worthy ideal for anyone who hasnt taken the time to enjoy or become comfortable with themselves. Some do it before they are with someone else; others find themselves along the way with help from companions. It is said in old stories that the eyes are the gateways to the soul. Some have even said that our orafices are the gateways of the spirits. Why do you think people say "bless you" when you sneeze. Its like Ragu; its all in there. If you should be fortunate enuf to actually see yourself crawling out before your eyes, dont freak out. A gentle hello and warm cup of joe help ease the ackwardnesses. You might discover that you arent opposites but brothers or sisters. Someone else is quoted at "a strand of three cords is not easily broken..." You can become stronger if you are all working together; but that may be no small order. Sooner or later, everything must be taken captive. Sometimes you MUST trap yourself behind your perceptions; other times our perceptions trap us from who we are. You get to decide; but wonder who you are first...