Monthly Archives: March 2010

Today’s Joke

A blind man goes into a whorehouse and asks for a girl. The madam figures, since he’s blind, she’ll just give him an inflatable, lifesize doll — he won’t know the difference. So the man goes in the room with the inflatable girl and comes out five minutes later. The madam asks him what happened and he says, “I slapped her ass, she farted and blew out the window.” (via jokes.com)

Today’s Anagram

Anagrams for “We the People”

Plow Teepee, Eh?
Oh, Peewee Pelt!
Peephole Wet

Today’s Quote

“What is your vocation? The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.”
— Frederick Buechner

Today’s Quote

“History doesn’t repeat itself, but it does rhyme.”

–Mark Twain

Today’s Still Life

Two bald eagles this morning waiting for spring salmon

Realization

Realization

Why is the tumor so dark in the pictures?
How long has it been there?
How big is it?
Does it have cousins?
What does it want?
Can I reason with it?
Why does it have the best real estate?
I have dinner plans on Thursday.
I don’t have time for this.

Response: “blah blah blah.”

This was not on the itinerary.
It is just unacceptable.
If my excursion is cut short,
I want to be compensated for the loss.

And I want at least ten extra column inches in the newspaper –
Above the fold.

Today’s Erasure Poem

Anew (erasing Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

The depth and breadth and height
of old griefs
when feeling out of sight
with lost saints,
put passion to use –
everyday Being turn
to breath and chosen Grace
and count the ways of love.

Today’s Ormonym Poem

Wanted: An Understanding

Insinuate
That you, as I, impatient moan,
Nor longer can (so tumid grown
In breath, in blood, in pore, in pate,
In sinew) wait!

Vow you’ve nipped apples of your own
In sin! (You ate
Your share, I’m bound) Admit it, mate –
In sin you wait.

–Willard Espy

Today’s Still Life

Today’s Journal Entry

We read that, in the States, corporations are now legal persons. So by extension, the stock market is now a slave market and subject to anti-slavery laws. Seems fitting. Now if only the CEOs and boards of directors of insurance companies would be brought forth in chains during trading hours.

Bike Trail

Bike Trail

Canvasback ducks
way below me on the river
like a handful of black eyed peas
tossed on a blue quilt,
goes by before
I can stop
to wonder.

Anagrams For “Glenn Beck Show”

Belch News, Kong!

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