Archives for 2016

The taste of cilantro with strawberry glazing.

That was the way they negotiated in the kingdom of byzantine modernists.

Tallying the gains in the inventions department of the Neanderthal digital music center was tough, because their computing power was only tenth generation.

In the fields they made tic tac toe games (noughts and crosses to those from the British Empire) out of the corn and barley fields. 

The best decision was cultivating blueberries. Some years anyway.
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Or the next one. 

But the wait is the killer.

Answer the phone, it may be for you and if it’s no the car dealer it could be the eternal clerk.

If you have paper, screen space or tablet table, deliver your epistle and become an apostle tonight.

I was walking along the main road in Waikiki, when passing the open window of a bar, I heard a lyrical, storytelling voice. It was Fidel Castro.

He made up the scene of meeting Ronald Reagan or Bill Clinton – one of the presidents I do not remember which, and described how they would get along. 

Despite the strange ideas he had produced, broadcast and mandated, that voice had the tone of a singer who turned heads with every song. 

Whichever way you think the wind blows, you have to listen.

The surf was fine, the currents kind and the waves attractive. Inviting.

When preparation is everything.

When isn’t it?

When someone else has prepared all.

The table is laid, the candles lit and the gong sounds.

Time to dine. Figuratively and… within the web of the metaphor.

Hoping and heating.

On a cool day the sun seemed unable to cope.

It was cool.

But that situation heals itself quickly.

Bigger things tend to have the stability and momentum to pull the others up, forward or whatever is best.

Stronger, by degrees of connection.