Mmmm Mango too! Yum!

Opps! I Guess the egplant poem is in the poetry section. (Blush)

No wonder I did not find it...tomorrow I shall get out net and camera and do some Snark Hunting...

Yum, lunch!! * fresh tomato-and-parmesan sauce drips from the eggplant sandwiches *

You mind if I lay at your feet?

(...sounds delicious, but I think they'd like to be alone...*sneaking out in search of an eggplant parmesan and tomato sandwich*)

Today this stranger is my friend. Had I not taken the time to say hello, or return a smile, or shake a hand, or listen, I would not have known this person. Yesterday would have turned into today and our chance meeting would be gone. Yesterday I hugged someone very dear to me. Today they are gone... and tomorrow will not bring them back. Wouldn't it be nice if we all knew tomorrow would be here? But this is not to be, so take the time TODAY to give a hug, a smile, an "I love you." JUST FOR TODAY, ...smile at a stranger ...listen to someone's heart ...drop a coin where a child can find it ...learn something new, then teach it to someone ...tell someone you're thinking of them ...hug a loved one ...don't hold a grudge ...don't be afraid to say "I'm sorry" ...look a child in the eye and tell them how great they are ...look beyond the face of a person into their heart ...make a promise, and keep it ...call someone, for no other reason than to just say "hi" ...show kindness to an animal ...stand up for what you believe in ...smell the rain, feel the breeze, listen to the wind ...use all your senses to their fullest ...cherish all your TODAY'S

thanks, debra, for that lovely reminder of how to find ABUNDANCE. (((((dawnis))))) today is ALL we've got. and it's more than enough. ;)

so true!

The funeral was today Moonbeam. The only beauty in the whole thing was hearing everyone talk about how Arron had touched their lives with his generosity and big heart. Now he is gone...but the gift of himself, which he gave to everyone he met, will last forever. I had known him for years and was deeply moved to see the huge turnout and to see that he had done so much for so many.

OK! Time to lighten up again! information has come to light about the tragic sinking of the Titanic. Not many people know that Hellman's Mayonaise was manufactured in England at the time of the Titanic's sailing. The mayonaise (considered at new exotic condiment at the time) was being shipped to Vera Cruz Mexico, which was to be the next port of Call for the Titanic after docking in New York. Well, when the Mexican people found out that the Titanic had gone down....and her exotic condiment cargo with her, there was great mourning. So much sorrow in fact...that they still remember that fateful day in Mexico. ..... (wait for it......) ............ .................. ......................... Sinko de Mayo. ___________________________________

*GROAN.....*

Marcia The eggplant poem On Awakening By Debra Tenney Hot Java early morning crisis caught between sunny side up, and scrambled egg imperatives. Yesterday's burnt toast dressed in lumpy oatmeal has found its way into a trash can, over-full with coupon madness, milk cartons, unpaid bills and Tuesday's moldy eggplant on a suicide mission. The tube chants Regis and Cathy Lee mantras, garbage disposal humor grinding its way through the early morning chill. Pop Tart commercials and Barry Manalow render their greatest hits, assaulting the mind like a Waring Blender set on puree. As from the trash Tuesday's egg plant, finds new meaning to life, slithering to the floor as if to change its ways. In the laundry room, the washing machine kick boxes it1s way past boxes of classic Tee shirts, posters espousing 19701s rhetoric, and Tuesday's egg plant spills out its soul on the kitchen floor with soap opera abandon. In flip flops and oversized sweatshirt cracking eggs onto a cast iron skillet... I flip the eggplant back into the trash, flip the last egg, and flip off the tube... shooting a raspberry at the harmonic duo as they pixelate back to Never-Never Land delivering morning's manna to a bleary eyed brood. With eggplant resolve, pour myself another cup of hot Java midmorning mania ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Now if we can just get Terry to do a round of "I am the Eggplant, I am the Walrus, cu-cu-ca-chooo..."

Waiting with bated breath.....Terry?

You go back that far, do you? I thought, in interest of Terry's elevated status in the Cyberworld, he would rather forget it all ever happened. However, I am sure there are those around who would be delighted to remind him. (I have selective amnesia and have removed myself from the project.)

Selective amnesia is a useful tool, unless you forget you intended to forget something. (giggle)

There is cultural amnesia, too. The Official Name for it is Agosimnesia. It means the culture has forgotten some long lost cultural knowledge. The opposite of Agnosimnesia, of course, is Gnosimnesia -- recovering or rediscovering long lost cultural knowledge. The method I use to get to a state of Gnosimnesia is called The Method of Mimnetic Mirroring. It's basically a meditative and research technique to reach back into the cultural mists to decode old stories, songs and myths, and to decipher their long lost meanings. It's another application of Semiotics, using Wild Mind Associations, also known as Nostalgic Free Association or (in literary circles) Poetry. The Crone Clones are rilly rilly good at the Method of Mimnetic Mirroring. Some good Gnosimnesia there!

This was just too rich not to share it here...get your giggle boxes out..... Computer Joke: A language instructor was explaining to her class that French nouns, unlike their English counterparts, are grammatically designated as masculine or feminine. Things like 'chalk' or 'pencil,' she described, would have a gender association although in English these words were neutral. Puzzled, one student raised his hand and asked, "What gender is a computer?" The teacher wasn't certain which it was, and so divided the class into two groups and asked them to decide if a computer should be masculine or feminine. One group was comprised of the women in the class, and the other, of men. Both groups were asked to give four reasons for their recommendation. The group of women concluded that computers should be referred to in the masculine gender because: 1. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on. 2. They have a lot of data but are still clueless. 3. They are supposed to help you solve your problems, but half the time they ARE the problem. 4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that, if you had waited a little longer, you could have had a better model. The men, on the other hand, decided that computers should definitely be referred to in the feminine gender because: 1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic. 2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else. 3. Even your smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for later retrival. 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it. �

LOL!!!!!

That computer story is great...it would fit right in on the Men are from Mars; Women are from Venus topic! *lol* Thanks for sharing.

Computers are critters with Silicon Beast Implants.

* GROAN!! *

Ah. I feel better already. :)

OK guys please grin and bear with us ladies with this next joke. (Dawnis grins wickedly) *** Why Women Are Superior**** We got off the Titanic first. We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses. When we buy a vibrator it is glamorous. When men buy a blow up doll it's pathetic. Men's clothes make women look elfin and gorgeous. Men look like complete idiots in women's clothes. We can be groupies. Male 'groupies' are stalkers. We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game. Taxis stop for us. Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing. We know the Truth about whether or not size matters. If we're not making enough money we can blame it on the glass ceiling. It's possible to live our whole lives without ever taking a group shower. No fashion faux pas we make could ever rival the male's Speedo. We don't have to fart to amuse ourselves. We never have to wonder if his orgasm was real. If we forget to shave, no one has to know. We can congratulate our teammate without ever grabbing her ass. If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there. We don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in. We have the ability to dress ourselves. Our friends won't think we're weird if we ask whether there's spinach in our teeth. We know that there are times when chocolate really can solve all of your problems. Gay waiters don't make us uncomfortable. We'll never regret piercing our ears. We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes. We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.

sing it sister! *grin*

I don't regret piercing my ears...

OK gender clarification (giggle) Who and what is the KitchenManager? The bio area is missing from this format.

predominately male...ask around for more specifics on the who and what...you'll probably get better answers...

yes, I'd agree you are predominately male...*smile*

Nope that was enough information. A male kitchenmanager eh? Does that apply to real life too? I could use one of those (chuckle)

that has been my occupation for the several years now, yes...

you'll also see a pic of him in the spring gallery, if you can stomach it *grin* wer: *hugs*

so that is how it is, huh?

Somehow I found something of great value in there.

All kinds of treasures fall down into a chaise ... but I couldn't find the photo album no matter how much I poked around. A clue, please? ;)

Welcome to The Paper Chaise. Did you know the original (and technically correct) name is Chaise Longue? Yep. Long Chair. No one knows who decided to Americanize it into Chaise Lounge. Prolly cuz it wasn't a "decision" but a misreading. Or maybe some manufacturer of lawn furniture did make a conscious decision. Mebbe it was Paddy O'Furniture.

Heh. I was just thinking of the origins of chaise LONGUE last night -- aye, verily! We must be cohabiting the same brain again.

i made it back my computer did it's thing AGAIN!!!!! Grrr.

One of the things I learned from computers was that their temperamental idiosyncracies were subject to the laws of nature, the laws of logic, some of which I evidently didn't fully understand. Their behavior was clearly a function of the complement of software I had installed on them, for better or for worse, but their malfunctions were not undertaken to spite me. Rather they had the effect of educating me. Slowly. Very slowly. Discovering patterns and making sense of them is slow and arduous. Just ask Copernicus.

I don't wanna think about Copernicus... it's too damn hot. I just wanna lie on the chaise here and snooze... Got iced tea?

Moonbeam: Here is a pitcher with lemon and mint...and a sweet little cloud to mist you and blow a gentle breeze..........Feeling better? Moulton: Yes I am learning s....l......o......w......l.......y about my computer. Sometimes I think as soon as I get the moeny I will replace it and then I realize... that I will have to s.......l......o.....w.....l.....y learn all about it and it's special needs, but that I will have to start a square one again. I still get frustrated when I have to try and figure out why it won't stay up with the new OS. I really thought it would make my life easier once it was in...and the bells it has does do that...only it won't stay up. I have left only the basics of my old OS on, like Apple told me to do...and I am missing something somewhere. New Joke: This one reminds me of how my computer makes me feel. (grin) INSTRUCTIONS FOR GIVING YOUR CAT A PILL 1) Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow. 2) Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process. 3) Retrieve cat from bedroom and throw away soggy pill. 4) Take new pill from foil wrap. Cradle cat in left arm, holding rear = paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of 10. 5) Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from garden. 6) Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees,hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously. 7) Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered Doulton figures from hearth and set to one side for gluing later. 8) Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil, and blow down drinking straw. 9) Check label to make sure pill is not harmful to humans, drink glass of water to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap. 10) Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck, leaving its head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with plastic band. 11) Fetch screwdriver from garage and put door back on hinges. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus jab. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom. 12) Ring fire brigade to retrieve cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil-wrap. 13) Tie cat's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table. Find heavy-duty pruning gloves from shed, and force cat's mouth open with small spanner. Push pill into mouth, followed by large piece of fillet steak. Hold head vertically and pour pint of water down throat to wash pill down. 14) Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room. Sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table. 15) Arrange for SPCA to collect cat, and ring local pet shop to see if it has any hamsters.

I dunno about cats, but for dogs, hiding the pill inside a dollop of peanut butter and letting the dog lick the peanut butter off your fingers works beautifully.

*LOL* about pilling a cat!! Note to Barry: Cats are not the same as dogs. Dogs come when you call them. Cats take a message and may or may not get back to you... * sipping Debra's tea, gratefully * Oh yes, and now that this oppressive heat is fading from my senses, I'm reminded that I've long meant to say thanks to Wolf (I'm guessing) for providing this beautiful cool mint green background for Poetry and chasing loungers. Blessings!

The Taco Bell Chihuahua, a Doberman and a Bulldog are in a doggie-bar having a drink when a Collie bitch comes in and says, "Whoever can use liver and cheese in a sentence can have me." The Doberman says, "I love liver and cheese." The Collie says, "Not good enough." The Bulldog says, "I hate liver and cheese." She says, "Not creative." The Chihuahua says, "Liver alone......cheese mine."

Ah. Chaise Lounge. Sweet Land of Liver Tea. What a friend we have in Cheeses.

Cheese you would think he liked Chiasing liverating concepts.. de-liver me from mine crazy friends.

Recipe for Chopped Liver. Sorry, no deliveries.

Grandma says liver hand crank grinder alone. Opps! I put the egg shells in with the meat. Now what?

The calcium is good for you. Just label it "Fortified."

For a couple years I've been blaming it on lack of sleep and too much pressure from my job, but now I found out the real reason: I'm tired because I'm overworked. The population of this country is 237 million. 104 million are retired. That leaves 133 million to do the work. There are 85 million in school, which leaves 48 million to do the work. Of this there are 29 million employed by the federal government, leaving 19 million to do the work. 2.8 million are in the Armed Forces, which leaves 16.2 million to do the work. Take from the total the 14,800,000 people who work for State and City Governments and that leaves 1.4 million to do the work. At any given time there are 188,000 people in hospitals, leaving 1,212,000 to do the work. Now, there are 1,211,998 people in prisons. That leaves just two people to do the work. You and me. And you're sitting at your computer reading jokes!

Not anymore! ;) * off to play at an arts festival *

To hell with work. I'm gonna invent plork.

but please don't do it on the furniture...it might stain! (even with the pre-treatment...)

If you figure out how to invent plork...let me know...I wanna write and take walks in the mountains and play with my daughter and grow things and read and play my guitar and sing...and play at the radio station and paint pictures and talk with friends and have lots of mirth and.....well you get the picture.

Just do it. Damn everything but the circus. Let's plork.

Only in America...do we use the word "politics" to describe the process so well: "Poli" in Latin meaning "many" and "tics" meaning "bloodsucking creatures"... Sorry, I just had to share this.

The biggest single cause of criminal behavior is legislation.

No doubt.

the biggest single definer of behavior called criminal is legislation, true...

Even truer!

There are now enough laws on the books that almost anyone can be put away for some infraction. Whoever wields power will be scrutinized. Linda Tripp is indicted for taping her phone calls, and Master Li is wanted on charges of spreading superstitious beliefs.

I Shall Be Released They say everything can be replaced But, every distance is not near So, I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shinin' From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say every man must need protection They say that every man must fall Yet, I swear I see my reflection Someplace so high above this wall I see my light come shinin' From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Down here next to me in this lonely crowd Stands a man who swears he's not to blame All day long I hear him cry so loud Calling out that he's been framed I see my light come shinin' From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Any day now, any day now I shall be released... Copyright 1971, Bob Dylan

Words of Wisdom Schizophrenia beats being alone. If at first you don't succeed, redefine success. You have the capacity to learn from your mistakes. You will learn a lot today. A thing not worth doing isn't worth doing well. HECK IS WHERE PEOPLE GO WHO DON'T BELIEVE IN GOSH Hard work never killed anyone, but why chance it? All true wisdom is found on T-shirts. I don't have a solution; but I do admire the problem. I think sex is better than logic, but I can't prove it. A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS but it uses up a thousand times the memory. The Meek shall inherit the earth.. ...after we're through with it. If a thing is worth doing, it would have been done already. Two can live as cheaply as one... for half as long. Lord, If I can't be skinny, please let all my friends be fat. Good Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. THE BUCK DOESN'T EVEN SLOW DOWN HERE So keep on going. Confession is good for the soul, but bad for your career. How much can I get away with and still go to heaven? Sometimes too much to drink isn't enough. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere. A closed mouth gathers no foot. The trouble with life is there's no background music. I was only looking at your name tag, honest! When blondes have more fun do they know it? Money isn't everything, but it sure keeps the kids in touch. What happens if you get scared half to death twice? We have enough youth. How about a fountain of "Smart"? MY WILD OATS HAVE TURNED TO SHREDDED WHEAT! Is reading in the bathroom considered Multi-Tasking?

we've thought about that first item, Debra, and all of I would have to agree...

Are you talking to her or me?

Everyboth of us...

Life is so confusing when one is full of a surfeit of Eggplant concoctions. Time to spread the Spam around.

Eggplant, eggplant where hast thou gone? My heart has been stolen by Spamplant parmesan. Yuk!

*lol* dear! You said it all. And, what a fun way to end a very long day at Spring. Thank you!

It was a one-yolk, one-plant giant purple eater, people.

(((((((Barry)))))) Are you feeling better? I Relish you company. Lettuce break bread together.

I'm still clenching my teeth. But I got a chance to yell at a Trustee today.

Bravo, Barry. Nothing like righteous indignation to stir the blood. Now, if we can just pry your jaws apart before you powder those molars...

I continued yelling at the walls for a while afterwards, too.

Yahoo!!!!! Barry is finding his power! Walls are great things to yell at because they can't yell back. I have to move by the end of the month. They sold the house. I am holding firm on not letting the landlord screw me. Firm but not angry...anger is distructive, if you allow it to take over. You have to keep a cool head and firmly repeat your message until it is heard.

then shoot those unwilling to listen...

Right, shoot their ears off. That'll teach 'em to listen.

Now you're preaching!

And if that doesn't work, we'll shoot their brains out. That'll teach 'em to think.

Go Barry! And if that doesn't work we will shoot off their legs...that will teach them to get out of the way.

Hey after we have finally crippled them...why should we care if the cost of caring for them the rest of their lives raise our taxes...we have made our point.

exactly...that's why we should allow the crippled to die at birth...

or shortly thereafter...

I thought we had permanent employment for the mentally handicapped in government bureacracies.

The Romans used to expose unwanted infants on the hillsides and let the wolves eat them. Waste not, want not!

Do I think this funny? Gonna think about it... Aw, too bad - I'm not into thinking, remember, so I gotta shoot from the hip and say: NO!

Dawnis takes a bow...point well taken. Set Point?

Take a Bow Moulton....and post the model again. (Grin) Poinsetta?

Dawnis takes a bow...point well taken. Set Point?

My latest poem...not quite eggplant...or political....just a reflection of New Mexico weather lately. Summer's Promise. A portrait of contrasts, stiff courtesy and wild abandon, the valence framing filigree curtains reduces sunlight to Byzantine mercy, as afternoon1s heat beats its way through the eastern adobe wall. The desert listens breathless. A quarter moon, broken saucer spilling it1s cream into the middle of an artist1s palette forming kaleidoscopic thunderclouds, sorting rain and lightening, as the wind swells the earth's sigh, seeking twilight's song.

I posted the model on CNN's discussion board. It seems to have stopped the show.

should have posted one of the Victoria's Secret's models...

Hmmmm....So are you saying it created Post Tramatic Stress disorder? Take KM's advice next time post it with a half naked model. (giggle) Just spoke to Moonbeam...she wanted to meet in Santa Fe Tommorow....just couldn't make it up there...with the move and all. Got to count those pennies at this point.

I should be so lucky to have a half-naked model.

* pondering what a half-naked model of Girard's theory might LOOK like *

hmmm...... Oh never mind....my hormones are out to pasture....my mind can barely function at the written level...but graphics...and titilating graphics? Welcome back Moonbeam. I am going to forward an e-mail I just sent to Barry to you. I'm ready to start a revolution. "You say you want a revolution weeeell you know we all wanna change the world...."

* pondering what a half-naked model of Girard's theory might LOOK like * I suppose it depends on which half you look at. Models are supposed to be revelatory, don'tcha know.

Well if the Model was half baked it would have just the *bare* essentials in it....like skipping every third word with fill in the blanks...(grin)

Oh Barry! Things are worse than I thought if you have to ponder which half to visualize on a half-naked model...(assuming it is gender preference positive.) Velvet glove rub-down time!!!