March 29, 2014

Spring is here.

Ya, the snow is gone, but still no crocuses. Other interesting Spring things happening, like I did see the dove with what looked like a piece of bread in its mouth. The dove, which has been faithfull chilling all Spring so far, and even before the first day of Spring, flew over to the other tree, across my driveway, landed there, and then dropped the bread. But it wasn't bread.

What the dove dropped was a shell! My conclusion: the Morning Dove that lives in my pine tree has a hatchling. I haven't seen the little dovelet, but later that same morning there were these crows soaring about the oak trees in my yard above where the egg lay. Suddenly another Morning Dove came barrolong from the roof of my house over towards those two crows. Dove was flapping wildly, and making loud sounds, probably ready for battle. The two crows flew away.

If you think that crows are villians it ought to be noted that the crows are often in a vicious attack on a hawk or other bird. Other times I seen little birds, a group, dogging at a single hawk. Sometimes this happens way off in the sky, thousands of feet in the air. That damn hawl must have done something . . . taken some poor momma birds nestling, or been a persistent menance. These little sparrow birds are like little flying Kind Davids going after the golaouth hawk.

Crows are vigilant with the hawks. And if there are dangers in the neighborhood for the tiny creatures of the field, it will often be the crows that sound the alarm and let the other creastures know. If you hear a sudden squack of a crow it often means that a hawk lurks.

Blue Jays, too, they will sound an alarm. they are squacky too. They like to make themselves be known, and protect their nests like any dutiful parents should. But they must be good neighbors to Morning Doves because they have a nest in the same tree. They are in the crown. The Morning Dove is on a lower branch. The whole top of the tree had been knocked off by a storm some years ago. It's a tree that planted in the yard from saplings that I pulled from the woods of Milford, MA back in 1991.

Even when the wind was cold, and sky threathening snow, those morning doves must know that it is the season for staying put. They would have been here if we had gotten clobbered by another blizzard. They are probably out there right now, and the two Blue Jays as well. In the rain. It's spiting dank cold wind.

I checked and, yes, of course, the parent bird is dutifully sitting up in the nest and dealing with the rain.

How about some new fiction?

Heidi is reading a review of a book. The reviewer uses the word 'deftly' twice with in a span of twelve words.

"oh no! A double 'deftly'!" Heidi exclaims.

"Oh, poo with that! Bankster mythology is too easy an explanation for the level of human corruption that results in people just needing to fill the typical jones-of-the-day urges that compel them to come up with ways to have more, more, more! too much is never enough!"

"You're the grand daddy of all gones, there Archer."

"It's a comic book view of politics. There is stark realism, yes. But a dark heart is implied. Sometimes what makes a good pulp story is just a big mistake as political commentary. That is why Bankster mythology always paints a view that everyone who ever gets hired by a bank suddenly plugs into a mud waller of debauchery and thieving. As if."

"But it's the classic American story." says Heidi.

"Then label it as fiction! Some of this stuff is just hate baiting. They forget about litt'le baby in the crib. She was born into this mess. That is me and you, Heidi. You know. We are out there at the edge of the estate. Mommy and Daddy are prancing on their favorite steads, and we . . . are being 'cared for' by nannies. What is lit'le baby supposed to do? Bankster mythology abandons little baby blue. And that is me and you."

She looks at him.

"Its the whole 'eat the rich' mentality." Archer says.

"So as an actress I don't do a play that says 'burn down the stage'?" Heidi inquires, not expecting an answer but going on with her own.

She explains how if you built it proper then the stage would be on the stage.

"And another stage on it." says Archer.

"Yes, and so on. And so on. And on every level of that there is a play going on. At some point the stage might get burned down so does that mean that every other stage that is on that one too has to get burned down too? As part of the show?"

"I'm not sure. I don't write shows."

"Oh, ya, I know. But anyway. I've thought about it. Each one would have to be it's own thing. There is always a larger one that it is part of. And then there is always a smaller one. But those two aren't destroyed if this one is."

"Huh?"

"The plays on either side, the one that this one is in, and the one that this one contains . . .they have to be separate plays or . . . they actually are this play."

"Hum." Archer goes and stands near the big windows. A magnificent view of the lake and clouds taller than the mountains of the far away view which are really quite far away.

"Why don't we go for a boat ride. Maybe it will help me to understand plays."

I'm always in need of a good editor! Know anyone?

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It's a fine page and it works in firefox. It can easily be modified to work in pretty much every browser that has CSS3, Javascript enabled.

  🌛 🌜  When Moons
       Oppose (ver IV)

 Moons 
   Oppose
    each other
  blah blah
 into different
  directions.

 The world suffers
   when one gets lost
  and the other has to 
   double blah blah
      to find them.

  End the dance and send
      out the guests.
     to join the search
   no one rests
 until we save the others.

 
   the dancers
  on the dance floor
 forgot about partying.
    They evolved their purpose
 into to a determine effort
    to find the lost
  and bring them home.
 
     
    The wind does not forget.
       The mournful birds do not forget to weep for the lost

              song birds
              sing.

  
The wind does not need to know a direction in which to blow.
  Those high up flocks seek shelter in the sun above the clouds,
          bright future!

 Why does one bird sit alone?
    a hundred yards a way
  a flock of the same kind
    huddle along the high up line.
 
  
     What Moons would ever oppose
       bring two love birds
                 back together?
         nestlings safe
           at home     🌜🌛

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Unicode is like the new feature of the utility knife that you suddenly discover and wonder why you hadn't picked up on it before.

It's so much fun I don't have the heart to delete the silly lines here, and get on with the rancid morbidity of January urges like I did before. Thats a joke. How can we be sad when we can play the music? 🎵 🎶 🎷 🎸 🎹 🎺 🎻🎼

teacher gives an 🍎 teacher puts an 🍏 on the desk.

I drive a 🚎 to go surfing. I drive a 🚎 to the sea. I have a 🚎 to go surfing. rushing walls of water over me.

take a 🚊 take a 🚋 take a 🚌 take a 🚍. take a 🚎 or a hot air 🚏 or a 🚐 take a 🚑 through take a 🚒 with you. pray for all who drive 🚓. be kind when the guy who drives 🚔 who pulls you over. pull over 🚕 and enjoy the view. take a 🚖 from the hotel to the plane. rent a 🚗 for a drive up the ocean lane, switch backs and across the scene with you on your holy day, every day may that be for you.

my 🚘 broke so I rented a 🚙 and my friend drove the 🚚 that we had rented and at the toll booth the toll guy said remember to yield to the 🚛 and the 🚜 and especially when you get to the amusment park because the 🚝 and the 🚞 and 🚟 and 🚠 and 🚡 all go over the highway. If you go to Roswell maybe you'll see a 🚢. But it's probably just a 🚣 from the Airbase up wind. because they used to fly hot air 🚏 there in the middle of the night, by the light of the moon 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥

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If I revert to hyroglyphs will anyone even know what I'm saying?

If I retro-gress to hyroglyphs will anyone even know when I digress?

hyro-gressives buying coffee at a yard cart.

When using words to say important things the use of hyrogressive unicodisms is to be avoided. No law professor nor judge, nor officer of a court will allow the hyroglyphic quality of unicodisms without those being of value and relavance to the case at hand. Show offs beware.

My point: creativity like what is above is for the art and overbearing egoists 🎵 🎶 🎷 🎸 🎹 🎺 🎻 🎼 🎵 🎶 🎷 🎸 🎹 🎺 🎻🎼 page, something that if fully appropriate for a page like this one.

Always in Need of edit

In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

by Truck-u-later

Mute!

But really not!

Wake up and pray for peace.

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I provide no answers. Just remember who your friends are. And who are very unfriendly.

It is 2014, not 1914. No need for big wars anymore.

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check back here later for more In Wicked Need

  . . . well . . . 
     Truck-you-later!

 Truck-u-later is a
  guest columnist.
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14 Feb, 2014.

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Milkman red devil popup :

"Merry Christmas!"

ice slide sky river

ice slide
sky river
way in the sky
is a track that comes to the 
      south and the dessert.
Blocks of ice are put on it
    from the north. 
   It melts and creates the 'sky river'
Eventually it ends up as rain over crops,
    from way on high.
   Way up in the sky
Sky river.

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         in each others eyes (ver III)

  Moons dream
   into their lover's eyes
     a true love lock of
          gaze that they
      wish to keep forever.
           it's a hard thing 
        being so suddenly flung away.
           separation
         from the bliss of
     being so close
       to one so true and real
      makes the moon's quake shake,
      spit off new volcanos,
   rings of heaven
      marriage in Eternity.
 there no husbands and wives in
  the heavens 
 so much motion 
 as the sea churning  sea
      of every ocean fear of loss
 as if one will never again get to gaze
   Imagine the leaping hearts
      that catch your happy gaze of eyes loving them back.
     Catch a close up look,
          like when moons lock eyes,
      though rare to find it
            and one must soul-search and self-deny
         and have the will to die
     like comets that collide to confirm their eternity
          one show night show?
  that is not how true lovers ever go off.
  Explosion of soul entirely of mind
 no one dies. in fact
        it lives forever.
          
        Sempre Fe!
        no fear of loss.
   happy view of the other's face always etched in mind
    eternal prayers.

   when moons lock each other's eyes
      there are no more true and loving cries
     than the fond good byes as they
  wind off in orbit
      to the very far away
     as close as close can be
          forever.
      when moons lock in each other lover's eyes.
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