BOO!

This just about sums it up for the week...

Meaning in Objects

Big M (my Momma, who is by no means big except in spirit) told me that when she was little, no one ever expected christmas gifts in her family. It just was not an issue. This was the 40's and they were happy to have a home and enough food to eat. Her brother, Louie, would make her something every year. Once, it was (I shit you not) a piece of coal wrapped in a scrap of paper with a dollar bill attached to it. One year it was a small doll that he made. She still has all of them.

In the same visit, she was putting some things aside to take to the thrift shop where she volunteers. In this pile were some old coffee mugs. Big M only uses a cup and saucer because she is a lady. Anyway, when I was a kid, she bought me ONE coffee mug and this is it.

Once in a while, my mom would get me something if I talked about it enough. I still have my Monchichi named Chips (after the TV show) which she bought me because she said she had never seen me get so emotional about a stuffed animal.

My friends have all heard my rant about how I hate the forced gift giving imposed upon us in this land of excess, and this is why: A gift is something small and unexpected that we give to someone because we were thinking of them and we love them. The rest is meaningless.

Some of my best friends are cakes!

But these are hats, silly. They just look like cake. They may also be delicious but I have not tasted one yet.

 

These, too, are made of 100% recycled, eco- friendly, green, (and possibly pink) marzipan and/or gluten free candy corn and turtnecks. I am not at liberty to divulge a full list of ingredients at this time.

Peculiar kinds of Happiness

Rehab Babies are made from 100% recycled, eco-friendly, wuzzle fuzz and christmas floof.

A recipe I stole from  Dr Seuss.

It turns out that when you read too much of Dr. Seuss in conjunction with E.E. Cummings you become unable to stop making everything rhyme in completely nonlinear and magical ways. 

Whosoever whence and why

If you're unhappy, then learn to fly

-Toast

Clowns Are From Heaven

I am reading "the Quiet Girl" by Peter Hoeg. It is about a world famous circus clown with psychic abilities who ends up trying to rescue a young girl with the same abilities from some one's diabolical clutches (I have not found out who yet). Its set in Denmark and its literary category is "magical realism". How fantastic is that?!?!?! I hope that someday when people look back on my life they file it under magical realism.

Our hero's name is Kaspar Krone. He can sense in people the slightest fluctuation in emotion, health, and  spirit.  He encounters a woman along his adventure that is very sad and he offers to give her singing lessons as a way to help her. Something about this really stuck with me. It sound so simple and lovely to be able to help someone by giving them singing lessons.

Humanity, I Love you

I wont bore you with the whole poem but my favorite part goes like this:
...
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down
on it...

E.E.Cummings

On to Buckminster Fuller...

*Treehouse inspired by Buckminster Fuller Geodesic dome*

"...Animals don't have any money, and the sun and the wind doesn't have any money. Money is some kind of invention of humans...  There is a greater intelligence operating in the universe than human intelligence and if you'll commit yourself in faith to that, you may find that you can get on."

Lastly, Alexander Calder.
"[Calder] is renowned for the invention of the mobile, whose suspended, abstract elements move and balance in changing harmony."
Whatever this picture makes you think of him, I hope that someday, when you look at me, you will get that same feeling.

What Is The Point?

I guess I'm a wee bit depressed lately. Probably everyone is right now, the world is a shifty place.
Two things happened today when I asked the universe for direction:
First, I heard a piece on This American Life called "People like you better if you put a lot of time into your appearance". Its about a guy who dresses up like superman just to make people happy and have something to talk about. He said that he started doing it 2 years ago after his wife died because he realized that she had no more tomorrows and he better start getting as much out of today as he could.
The second thing was that I typed "What is the point" (dramatic, no?) into Google and I got this video from the comedian, Bill Hicks...



Also remember this:
Buckminster Fuller once wrote, just as he was about to kill himself, that he suddenly realized it wasn't his right to do so because he 'belonged to the universe'. He then decided to dedicate himself to using his talents and gifts to further mankind through his experiments.
still waiting for my bolt of lightening....
Peace, Love and direction to you all!