now what am I to do if you was me and I was you? – snoop dogg

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(not us)

at the dentist’s office

a place of trepidation

for me

waiting

waiting

waiting

when

snoop dogg’s look-alike

walks in

sits down

seems

high

as a kite

i text

sittin’ with snoop

just chillin’

guess we each have our way

of dealing with the fear

for me it’s gas

for snoop

it’s grass

he texts

probably saying

sittin’ with martha stewart

just cookin’

i invented ‘it’s a good thing’ before you were even born.

- martha stewart

cold case: another dum mystery solved!

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in 1924, the akron candy company developed a small  hard candy on a stick. and when it came to naming it, the sales manager came up with “dum dums” because he thought that kids would be able to say it. simple, colorful, and cheap, dum dums soon became an institution.

and on to the mystery -

have you ever wondered why some dum dums have wrappers with question marks where the flavor is normally printed?  this was a marketing idea that made production run more smoothly and eating them more fun. the mystery flavor pop is a mixture of two flavors that come together when the end of one batch of candy meets the beginning of the next batch. rather than shutting down to clean it out between flavors, they made pops out of the combination of flavors – the tail end of the old, and the beginning of the new. the candy lines keep running, and the mystery flavor pops are a surprise treat every time.

p.s. for me, this was kind of like finding out about the tooth fairy. if you still believe, tell yourself that you never read this.

credit: mentalfloss magazine

how many can i be?

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little guy in my class

whispering

excitedly

about

all of the things

he wants to become

chef

make delicious food

ballet dancer

the ballerinas are so beautiful

i want to marry them

artist

make pretty things

movie maker

monsters, aliens, bugs

discoverer

find things

traveler

see the whole world

inventor

make up new things

storyteller

tell stories to people

musician

make songs

but

how many can i be?

and

there is something

that i really, really

 need to be the most

i need to be a dad

i have to be a dad for my daddy

because

 he doesn’t have one

anymore

his daddy

my poppy

died

and

i think i’ll be

his daddy

he needs a daddy

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the great man is he who does not lose his child’s-heart.  ~mencius

image credits: dailymail.co.uk, getty images

once. again.

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one of my all time favorites

‘once’

an indy film

shot in ireland

in just a few weeks

for only 150,00 usd

with real people

and real music

and

love and heart and soul

and the stars/musicians were shocked

when they won an academy award

for their song

and they fell in love in real life

and they made music together

and then

they broke up in real life

and stayed friends

and still make music together

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and the movie was remembered

then made into a broadway play

and i was lucky enough

 to see it

when it was on tour here

 the stage

 was an irish pub

the audience was invited up

to have a drink on stage

while the cast fiddled away

then the play began

and it was

all beautiful music and love and heartbreak and ireland

and i loved every minute of it

once.

again.

if music be the food of love, play on. -

william shakespeare

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movie credit: fox searchlight features

“life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint you can on it.” –  danny kaye

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not me or anyone i know,

but we do share the same room painting technique. 

paint project

in

my loft bedroom 

up high in the cottage

paint clothes on

sweat pants with lost drawstring

falling down

somehow rear end 

gets painted

and

lying back

on my tarp covered bed

moved to the center of the room

painting

the low arched ceiling above

paint on my face 

in my ears

in my hair

nacho the cat not the food

crying downstairs

the whole time

finally coming up

 getting wet paint on him

tracking downstairs

must have been

raised by

depressed

coyotes

he does not meow

like a cat

it is more of a

soulful mourning 

bug flies

into the whirlwind

and creates

a textured wall

head hit

on angled walls

time and time again

arms covered

in splatter

i stand

on tippy-toes

balanced precariously

on the edge of the stairs 

 to reach tiny corners

paint dripping and drying

on wood floor in kitchen below

chip it off

curtain downstairs 

taken off 

to avoid paint

but

rod broken in process

painting quickly 

before the dark of night

when it’s impossible to see up there

in the mood lighting

wow

that’s a lot of color

i can’t wait

to see it

in the daylight

out of paint

put empty can in car

paint gets on seats

goo be gone 

leaves a mark

i’ve decided 

not to become

 a professional

house painter

‘one must act in painting as in life, directly.’ -pablo picasso