Corners

"Jerry, I'm at the corner of first and first! I'm at the nexus of the universe." Well, not actually first and first, but close. Perhaps I am at the corner of first and amistad. Could be. Hope so. Can't tell. The signs are abiguous, if not actually contradicting. Either way, this is a better corner than any I've been at in a long time. There is not any sort of feeling of a man hiding behind it waiting to swing anything heavy at head level. There still might be. It's hard to tell if he's there, because if he was, he'd be hiding. Close your eyes and take a step.

I am not O'Brien. I will not pretend to be O'Brien just for a ride in a limo. If they will take me as I am, a plain George Costanza, then I will go.

There were these turtles, see

In Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End Jack Sparrow's father brings out the Codex to consult the Code of the Pirates as set forth by Remus and Bartholomeus, or some such. The book is locked and needs a key. The old man calls the dog who has been seen at several points in all the movies, always holding a key. The dog that never comes for anyone comes for him immediately. The alternatively intelligent pirate with the wooden eye is well acquainted with this dog and exclaims, "How did you . . . ?" The wised pirate barely looks up and remarks, "Sea turtles, mate." Obviously that's all the explanation that he intends to give. Very reminiscent of Captain Sparrow's description of how he escaped from his exile. Mr. Turner also claims these Sea Turtles as the means of his sudden arrival on the tropical island where they find the dead man's chest. Discarding out of hand the idea that this is merely a not so wonderful joke drawn out more than it deserved, it must be that these sea turtles are more than they appear. They are an embodiment of overcoming impossible odds. The represent the same sentiment expressed in the expression, “When life gives you lemons, take them, make grape juice, and let the world wonder how you did it.” You see, turtles.

-I Rival Webster

Brand New

"I've seen what happens

to the wicked and proud

when they decide to try to on

the thrown for the crown"

in the months I spent waiting for the lady in waiting.

And I know that "the jester played for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean." but "the court room adjourned, no verdict was returned."

Sometimes I think I might believe Douglas Adams when he said, "The population of the universe is zero, and anyone you might meet there is the figment of a deranged imagination." Because so many other people who I supposedly encounter in this world where I abide don't always seem to find that it contains the same things that I do. For example, it seems that no one else thinks that this world contains a masked moose. Isn't that odd?

autos, pistas and autopistas

I venture tentatively into the foot hills searching for the the masked moose. The moose is very cleaver. Sometime I wonder if the moose is not really hunting me. Sometimes I think I will not ever get close to this moose. Sometimes I think if I ever do, I'll be gored. I am not skilled at the game of snakes and foxes. Either the snakes get me, or the foxes do. They say that you cannot win against them. At least not if you play by the rules.

Remembrancer

Oh, Rememberancer, tell me waht you see.

Lirael tells me that some thing never change.

Clayr tell me that it'll never be the same.

Sabriel tells me with word that ring like a bell

That it is over. And all is well.

At work today, I saw a bunny. He was sitting in the middle of the lawn. (innut she cute?) I was watching her, and she was watching me. She thought she was hiding, dark brown fur on green grass. She stayed perfectly still until the last minute possible. She only ran away when it was that or get run over. Silly rabbit. Tricks are for kids.

It's kind of a funny story

Note to self: avoid getting sucked into books that begin, "It's so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself."

Where is Cherlock Homes now? Who can follow the paper trail. I know it hasn't gone anywhere yet, but perhaps a carful analasis of the dirrection and speed, taking into acount outside vectors and and internal stresses, it might be possible to findout where the arrow lands. It's about dead reckoning. The winds on above, the currents underneath, where you meant to go, where you go regardless.

As they say, up, up, and away.