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Super Sweet Blogging Award, CoC

In Cultural Musings, Playtime, Restaurant Reviews, Writings on April 2, 2013 at 4:18 pm

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Maria (of Accelerated Stall) nominated me for the Super Sweet Blogging Award ~

Maria, thanks for the nomination.  I highly recommend reading Maria’s marvelous marveling of things that go What?*&#! in the night. Or by laundromat, plane, or tuk tuk…

Fluff and Fold, or Sounds of Cambodia.

The rules to this award (for me and all nominees) are:

  1. Thank the Super Sweet Blogger that nominated them
  2. Answer five super sweet questions
  3. Include the Super Sweet Blogging award image in your blog post
  4. Nominate a baker’s dozen (13) other bloggers
  5. Notify your nominees on their blog

Without further ado let’s roll out the questions:

1.     Cookies or Cake?

Cake. That texture, the mouth feel. Velvety cake, soft frosting, all dressed up and ready to go in your mouth…worth the price of admission of calories alone. And they have boxes.

2.     Chocolate or Vanilla?

I love Sarah Vaughan. Adore her. I could get lost in the sound of her voice… a whole weekend of Sarah is not a sliver too much. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a lost weekend with Ella Fitzgerald. Loving Ella is not mutually exclusive from savoring Sarah. Oh. Wait. I’m appealing to the wrong sense. I love chocolate ice cream. Adore it. I could have a lost…

3. What is your favorite sweet treat?

Princess cake. Marzipan, raspberry filling, soft pastry creamy stuff, all tucked in with the aforementioned velvety layers of (sponge!) cake. And it’s pretty. In pink and green.

4. When do you crave sweet things the most?

When I write about sweets. I’m very visual, so I have to be sitting in front of what I’m writing about. Cue: “Princess cake” in the voice of Homer Simpson. This can make for a sticky keyboard, and my impairment (the one that requires that I see what of I write) can be a very expensive handicap. Right now I want to write about…A San Francisco Giants game with a side Gilroy Garlic Fries in the foreground.

5. If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?

This is going to be the most fattening question I’ve ever answered… (See above.)

Okay, question no. 5 is going to take some time. Hopefully a few of my 13 nominees for Super Sweet Blogging will share plates of their no. 3 answers with me to help with this dessert numerology.

My 13 Super Sweet Blogging nominees highlighted in Princess Cake colors and in random flavor are:

Dan Pawlowski, The Sound of Laughter

Quillan and Angela, Toemail

 MP, Helobiae

Nicole Taylor Linehan, Wave of Beauty and Bliss

Don Gilliland, Garlic Never Sleeps

Keith Houston, Shady Characters

Laura Beghein, Laura’s Gluten Free Pantry

Chelsea Roff, Intent.com

Carol Horton, Think Body Electric

The Byronic Man

Girl on the Contrary

Daedalus Howell

 

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The Thin Yellow Line

In Writings on March 26, 2013 at 3:48 pm

Thanks for the story!

It was one twenty in the morning and I was staring at a band of yellow police tape across the closed-door of my hotel room. “Thats funny” I thought, ”I don’t recall committing a crime before going to work. I would remember that”.

via The Thin Yellow Line.

via The Thin Yellow Line.

I Need Your Peep Inspiration.

In Art, Poetry, Truisms on April 4, 2012 at 1:03 am

Portrait of a Peep in White

There are Peeps that are tucked into Easter baskets.

Some will be eaten, some not, and some, sort of.

There are victimized Peeps.

Some are microwaved.

Some Peeps, wretched to many, are made more edible.

They become sushi, (Peepshi); they become Peeps pizza. (Peepza). Or S’meeps.

Some meet with a horrifying genocide, a nuclear meltdown that no Peep deserves.

I’ll take my Peeps elegant, pure, a poem dressed in white.

Portrait of a Peep in White, Photograph by Barbra Brady

What have you done to a Peep lately?

The Night I Missed the Northern Lights

In Poetry, Things I Have Loved on March 24, 2012 at 7:21 pm

Northern Lights, Missoula, Montana. Photographer Brad Hutcheson

The one night I most wanted to be awake, I slept.

I slept through the ring of the phone, the old-fashioned kind, an alert of a sound.

I slept as he knocked on my door in an attempt to share the very skies with me.

One night in Missoula, he witnessed a celestial kaleidoscope.

I have the picture, and the memory of the play of life across his face as he told me

of what had passed overhead on the night I slept.

Sri Sayings

In Sri Sayings on January 3, 2011 at 8:55 pm

“Don’t act beyond your capacity to repair.”

from the film, A Christmas Tale

Man's Inhumanity to God

In Sri Sayings, This Evening's Movie on November 22, 2010 at 9:00 pm

“Man’s inhumanity to God” is a line from Tennessee Williams’ The Night of the Iguana, in reference to pollution, the depleting of natural resources, and our general mindless disregard for the divinity of creation. This from a 1961 script…

It’s a concept that I hope to remember as I watch (as best I can) my thoughts, words and actions to try to avoid creating new karmas when in the course of human events. It bears extraordinary impact, just as the film does. It is Felliniesque while Williamsian, with the decided auteurism of John Huston. Watching The Night of the Iguana on a chilly night in northern California, 2010, was a night to remember.

Swami Rama Speaks

In Sri Sayings on November 15, 2010 at 9:09 pm

“Meditation is a journey without movement.”

 

 

Sri Sayings

In Truisms on November 13, 2010 at 7:36 pm

 

Know from whence you came. If you know whence you came, there are absolutely no limitations to where you can go.

James Baldwin

 

James Arthur Baldwin quotes

Swami Rama Speaks

In It's Not About the Asana, Truisms on November 12, 2010 at 9:21 pm

“Pray in your own language to the Lord of life, who is seated in the inner chamber of your being.”

 

from the Swami Rama Society, Facebook.

When is "Now?"

In Poetry, Today's Practice on October 29, 2010 at 2:02 am

 

I am sitting in my dining room in Sonoma, California, writing these words.

You are sitting (or standing, phone in hand) somewhere reading these words.

You are reading “now.”

I am writing “now.”

Are we really so separate?

Paraphrasing William Martin in his work on the Tao Te Ching, A Path and a Practice.

 

 

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