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Things I say when I supposed to be listening

1. Uh-huh!
2. Really?
3. I'll bet!
4. %lastwordsofjoessentence, and is that often?
5. [laughing sounds]

The Wait is Over

The first segment of the Tites saga is now available for reading. (Pictures not currently available.)

Once upon a time there was a cauldron located in a place called the Cokoroll. The Cokoroll was an ancient jungle. Out of that cauldron, 15,000 years ago, came the greatest warrior of four nations, called Tites.


Soon after, six more people came out of the cauldron to be his brothers. Since he was their oldest brother, and they had no Mom or Dad, he named them. He named them Greentes, Lites, Bites, Fierce One, Zites, and Smites.

 

Immediately, when all seven got out, Fierce One was enemies with his oldest brother. He wanted to take over his oldest brother. He did not approve of his skill. So he struck him with the mace -- that he just happened to have -- right on the cheek.

 

For the first time, they ventured outside the Cokoroll jungle to begin their adventures. So first, they tramped through a mud puddle. And then through a meadow. Until they came to a cave.

 

But when they went into the cave, they got a big surprise. There was a fire-breathing cat in the cave. (Its name was not “fire-breathing cat,” but “Hempsen.”)

 

So, Zites stepped forward to kill the fire-breathing cat. But first, before that, Tites said, “No, wait, I’d like to experiment with its fire, and I will mix it with some water I saved from the cauldron.” So he mixed it, and it smelled very, very good. So he drank a little. And then, once again, Fierce One tried to strike him, and hit him right in the hair. But Tites was not harmed.

 

Tites said, “I think this is some sort of impenetrable potion.” So they let the fire-breathing cat live, and they continued on their journey. (They brought a thousand jugs with them.)

 

They were marching through a stone mound and they came out the other side. Tites walked right through a castle’s open drawbridge. He and his men decided to move in and live there.

 

When they went inside, they saw a statue that looked like a yak with a cape and a sword. Suddenly, it moved and said, “I am the Caped Yak Master! Go away, or I will slay you to bits!” Tites said, “We’ll see about that.” He leapt on the Yak Master, wrenched off a horn and slashed his throat. The Yak Master surrendered.


Last time he asks for this, I bet

Joe asked that I write him a poem for the first day of school. He often writes them for me.

Here's what I wrote. And I mean every word.

Second grade with Mrs. Gustafson?
I hope it will be lots of fun.
I think no classmate of yours will be a newt.

So recently you were just a larva.
And now you have become a marva-
Lous young man. What a hoot!

Love, Dad

 

Music For Home Offices

Why aren't you listening to Gogol Bordello RIGHT NOW?

(If you need a beginner song, try "Start Wearing Purple For Me.")

links for 2008-08-16

Me


Me
Originally uploaded by WhitA
Lovely walk today.

Penelope Cruz

She's a charming interview for the New York Times.

Bang a gong


Let Freedom Ring
Originally uploaded by WhitA
Get it on.

Crazy idea

I know that this is something that has been reflected on before, to say the least. Still, in popular music at least, I find that many of my favorite artists have, at least, bouts with madness or off-kilter reasoning and behaviors. Robert Plant's OK now, and that's a good thing; I can think of many other extraordinary musicians who were able to repair themselves. I was listening to Syd Barrett sing "Rats" today courtesy of a playlist generator on my music subscription, and I reflected -- Dang, he was a few stops short of a bus line, but WHAT AN ASTOUNDING TALENT. And a delivery, and a performance.

Joe Minus Upper Incisors 2


Joe Minus Upper Incisors 2
Originally uploaded by WhitA
No corn-on-the-cob for a bit.