Yawn
As the wheel of fate rolls through the eternal cycles of history, it's better to be closer to the hub for at the rim, even though the ride up is exciting, once you reach the top it's all downhill from there and once you reach the bottom, well there you are aren't you?
And those who learn nothing from the past are doomed to repeat it, those who do learn something will have it repeated for them.
So they at least save a little energy.
Sun was out for a bit, went out and accomplished some yard work of a lumberjack persuasion.
Gotta go, got a cat in my face.
G'day miss Ophelia, wherever you are.
And those who learn nothing from the past are doomed to repeat it, those who do learn something will have it repeated for them.
So they at least save a little energy.
Sun was out for a bit, went out and accomplished some yard work of a lumberjack persuasion.
Gotta go, got a cat in my face.
G'day miss Ophelia, wherever you are.
posted by Lane Savant at 3:23 PM
13 Comments:
Wow.
You just completely lost me with that opening paragraph.
Considering that I work in state government, let me say that is a job well done. :D
Ah yes, sir, finally you
have shaken the corn flakes
from that cortexical kopf,
and gave me something to
work with, to chew on.
It emerges as the Palmer Poem
of the New Year:
Stature
As the wheel of fate rolls
through the eternal cycles of history,
it's better to be closer to the hub
for at the rim,
even though the ride up is exciting,
once you reach the top
it's all downhill from there
and once you reach the bottom,
well there you are aren't you?
And those who learn nothing from the past
are doomed to repeat it,
those who do learn something
will have it repeated for them.
So they at least save a little energy.
Doug Palmer January 2010
We senior citizens (gosh, it
seems odd to have joined
that venerable fraternity)
are, or course, closer to
the hub than the rim; and
those of us who are old
souls, on our umpteenth go
round on this plane of
existance, are even more
rooted to the hub/source/
allthatis.
What did you lumberjack,
a small tree, some branches,
some thistles?
Oh Polalie, where you be?
No recognition on your part
of your appreciation for
winning the SCARY CLOWN
AWARD? Gosh, I thought you
would be honored and tickled
and such. The doctor did
not enlighten Melva as to
her malady of yesterday;
just medico mumblejumbo
regarding generalized diagnosis.
But he ruled out her heart,
or a TIA, of mild CVA, or
even an anxiety attack.
Doctors can be putzes.
Foggy as hell out there on
this Elton/Beatles Wednesday.
Here I sit. Tomorrow we move
this computer to the big open
space at the end of the building.
This office is shoebox size,
like a glorified cubicle, but
it was mine, all mine. No longer
were the huen cries, get over
it were the cries of the spouse,
and bite me was the imp on my
left shoulderm, the one that
reminds me I should take no shit.
Today, the end of June seems
a long way off, the endless
wait for the early summer,
and so very much to do.
I want to be on the rim because if the wheel spins fast enough, it will send me out into space and I can go on flying and flying and flying, for all eternity.
I like Frikos take on the situation, what's the point of clinging?
It was sort of lumberjackery, I used a extension pole saw to cut some cedar branches that were hanging over where we park the Prius and smacking me in the face when wet with rain.
Also used a ladder to get a higher branch.
What'z Polalie got to do with it?
I commented on the recognition on Jannie's site.
Now I'm going downtown.
miss ofeelya -- she livs down the road, she the one wit the big jermin shepperd hoo tried to eet me last tiem. butt my jannie saved me!
Hallo, Lane!
But, when the rim is at the bottom, there's nowhere to go but "up"!!!
Hallo, "G", whoever you are!
Do you mean that writing unclear correspondence is the key to being a good (state) government worker??
Tschuess,
Anonomann
Hallo, Lane!
Just saw I forgot to sign off on my previous comment (two ones above this one).
Tschuess,
Anonomann
Yeah, Anono if the wheel hasn't squashed you.
BTW, M may need that box, but we have many others you are welcome to.
"G" is cool, whomever he may be.
Welcome to FFTL, sir, or lady,
or otherwise. I work for the
federal government, and that's
why the Lane Savant double
speak seemed clear to me. It is
the kind of non-linear verbage
passed off as linear methodology
that I deal with ad infinitum.
I bopped over to Jannie's site,
as per your suggestion and read
your gracious acceptance of part
of the SCARY CLOWN AWARD.
This morning was awesome; 37 degree
and foggy, but on the car radio
I had another 5 star day; Beatles/
Doors/Queen/Floyd/Elton. This
was only my second day of such
tremendous luck and hope in all
the years of playing MY HITS game.
My Miss M had a migraine last
night. Hope she will feel better
today. Her mumbling good-bye as
I headed for the door this AM
seemed fairly chipper.
How about that remarkable pic
of Jannie's husband Jim on her
last posting? Flesh colored cut
offs and shirtless, it did make
most of us do a double take.
One of the Funsters called Jim
Jim-Bo. I have a good pal named
Jim, and I call him Jim-Bone,
and he and his wife just smile.
Found a terrific poem over
on Jerome Rothenberg's site,
a poem about fears and human
nature. I am still finding a
peck of poems by Richard Lance
Williams of Austin. God, there
are a lot of great minds out
there just cranking out the
epic poetry. Makes me want to
quit blogging and start writing,
enit?
Well, it probably will be that
you will post something new
later this morning, but of course
ole' crackofdawn Glenn is already out here in the cyber zone, so
this comment will get shuffled
to the bottom of YAWN.
My reference to Polalie, by the
by, your lost pussy, was in
response to your "I got a cat
in my face" statement.
I am in the huge shared office
space today. I completely gave
up my old office to Natalie
yesterday afternoon. I still will
be here for my Jimmy Dean breakfast
and blogging time before the
three ladies who share this room
with me arrive on the premises,
so perhaps it will not be such
a big deal after all. The real
zinger, though, is during the
slack time during regular office
hours. Sequestered off in my own
shoe box I felt OK with meandering
off to FFTR or FFTL or Jannie's
or Cortney's sites, and doing
my thing. We will have to see
how it goes here in the midst of
ladydom. Melva is still fighting
the mysterious migraine war; no
insight yet into what's going on
there. This is a down week for
my film club, so I will just
have to get myself to the Grand
Theater and see A SINGLE MAN,
which opens today and is one of
our February picks, and perhaps
check out CRAZY HEART with Jeff
Bridges. I went back to my
PEOPLE MAGAZINE COVER posting
and added 50 more covers, if
you want to check them/it out.
I want to include some Richard
Lance Williams artwork on FFTR,
but it is connected to Flicker,
and the government blocks
Flicker, so I will have to do
it from the home Apple.
Did you notice most of the Republican faces as our President gave the state of the union address. What a bunch of partisan
sourpuss assholes! They could not
wait to do their chickenshit
rebuttals.
............Edgar Poo
It was the other cat and not the end I enjoy looking at.
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