Today it looks like we're backsliding in June. It's grey-on-grey.
It's one of those mornings when you see the distant cloud break on the horizon backlighting the city skyline (not really visible in this photo)--it's probably clear down in Orange County.
My bass clarinet buddy complained that all I post are dreary pics. Don't blame me. I'm going to be like the rest of humanity and blame God for everything. AH! THERE! WHEW!
FEELS GOOD! ... I need a cigarette! I've successfully dodged responsibility yet again ...
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| Orange flowers, again. |
In my quest to stay current and relevant in media, I've decided to try to use my Twitter account try to kick something out once a week. Seems like 140 characters of pith every 7 days should not be too hard. If you care to follow, my handle is @vway3 until I can find something more original. This account was originally created to monitor certain developments at work; so it was mostly a lurker entity. This week's entry was a my definition of the coinage "rice-ism".
As a parting shot today, here's a Chinese prayer from Bless This Food, A. Butash, editor (New World Library 2007):
O God,
I am as one hungry for rice,
parched as one thirsty for tea.
Fill my so empty heart.
Amen.
Love,
Pops
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Be truthful and frank, but be polite. If you use excessive profanity, I'll assume you have some kind of character flaw like Dr. Wong. Tks!