Collage of Undesciphered Wisdoms
I’m still feeling like I’m typing in a mirror with this different keyboard, displaced from the screen; I’m hitting keys that are in unfamiliar positions. I’ll make this heavier on pics and lower on words.

[Break on through to the other side.]
[Insert some profound insight of your own here
]

Someone used a polo shirt and paint to tourniquet this tree. Out of the frame are hand-prints in the same red over the graffiti murals.
Word to the Wise I: If your keyboard should become damp by any means, be aware that keys warp at surprisingly low temperatures and pop off under an injudicious use of hairdryer. Not that I would know anything about that (whistling) I’ve just heard on the grapevine you understand.
Word to the Wise II: Absentmindedly popping chocolate-coated coffee beans by the handful like they’re smarties…um….you might want to avoid doing that too.
Glad Game: Glad to feel the morning stretch, the softness of hair in the morning after falling asleep with it wet from the shower.
Waking early and going for a walk, seeing the market stalls open.
Going to the farmer’s market and bakery in the early morning.
Seeing that there was a non-violent protest sit in Vancouver against the Olympic highway project. Protesters and police were cordial and controlled.
The horrible squealing ‘copter grind from my computer fan stopped once we moved a wire yesterday.
I finally went into the clothing store that’s always closed and checked out that gorgeously designed linen skirt; it’s $540. It’s lovely craftmanship, a pleasure to examine.
From 3 degrees on the weekend to 23 on Thursday and predicted 33 in the coming weekend.
A chance of a thunderstorm. I love a good stiff wind.
University Radio! CHUO has a variety but today, rebroadcast of Alternative Radio on unions, labor, free markets, alcohol vs pot, and other things of black and grey markets.
Michele picked my question to feature.
Communicating Your Meaning: If your eyes are adjusted to knowing your context, you may forget others can’t see what you’re seeing. Put on the high beams and elaborate before, not later, why you’re asking or telling (neutrally and briefly) so someone isn’t scrambling to know what you’re driving at.
Menu: Fettucine topped with a caraway seed white sauce with camembert partly melted in. Some corn beside a repeat of the cuminned black lentils on tomato slice since the aesthetics work so well.
Featured Quote: “I don’t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better” ~ Plutarch
Word Chain: siphon undeciphered dense dawning tense tensile strength, lip’s dulcet pulse, pursed lips, tense cheeks of intelligence, (dimples where angels kissed deepening,) emergency, emerging gents, a peck on the nose, tingling, ginseng, gin’s song, Jamaican ginger beer, light-stepping gingerly amid throng, full stop. sciatica taut pluck, nerves harp, lift to harpsichord and larks, discord disregarded, soothe the rage of the beast, fall asleep to the wolfsong of human heart thrum.
I love your quote and wish I could go to a farmers market too!
I once accidentally spilled coffee (not a lot) on my keyboard. I did the hairdryer thingy too. Good thing new keyboards are not too expensive. I am not sure about how that would work with a lap top. Are the laptop keyboards easily replaced?
I love the tree growing through the fence!
Here from Michele’s.
Smiles,
Chrissie
My gladdest moment in the morning is seeing that the wrecking ball hasn’t gotten to the old Pabst Blue Ribbon bottle water tower at the bottling factory next to the graveyard by the Garden State Parkway in Newark. It’s only a matter of time.
I once had a bag of coffee beans covered with chocolat — loved it and ate it all day — that night, WOW
Hi, here from Michele’s.
Great pics. I loved the one in the fence…..Nature will have it’s way.
~K!
I have been having typing lately. And I have the same keyboard I have had for the last three years.
That red cloth DOES look like blood. If you are popping chocolate covered coffee beans – do you plan on sleeping sometime this month? I feel sorry for the tree that is growing through the fence; seems like that would hurt…..LOL. Michele sent me tonight, Pearl.
Going to the farmer’s market and bakery in the early morning.
mmmm a lifes pleasure for sure…
I am often guilty of
“you may forget others can’t see what you’re seeing.”
and i know i have gone too far off the deep end when i get a funny little odd expression, eyebrow up or amused look…especially with subjects i am passionate about…People either just enjoy the energy of it as they thinking “over my head” or they ask questions and are amused by it….
most are amused by how i talk about non matter of fact things as if they are matter of fact, as if everyone has been doing the exact same research i have…
and isn’t it heavenly when stumbling across one who does get it? has a similar perspective or view that matches so well?
oh and i love that tree! and i sang that song in New Orleans everytime i passed a certain similar tree…wheeee…
loved that as much as Magnolia roots strong enough to break thru cement
o and that turniqette! i wonder if the artist was aware of the statement or if it was thoughtlessly placed genius ?
Grace, I do know that look from the receiving end. lol. I get caught up in my passion and forget to check for comprehension on the other side of my exhilarated burble. When someone else can catch the speed and run together, that is fabulous chiming.
I’d love to know the back story of the tree. Did someone come there with that concept? by day or nght? Was the tourniquet spattered and used to wipe hands and then the mural person used it to clean up the brushes and paint of the mural and then one ting leading to another soaking up the rest of the can and wrapped as an afterthought improv, as he walked away shirtless?

I thought it was a blood soaked T-Shirt!! hehehehe .. The featured menu looks fantastic. I havent tried black lentils… how does it taste ?