Andrea issued a photography prompt yesterday (and hinted that she might put up photo prompts on Mondays). The first was to photograph someone through a glass of water. I read her post yesterday, but when I went to take a picture this morning, I forgot the part about the water. Oh, well. This isn't a very good photo since I only captured part of the side of my face--I just like the repeating basil plant. And besides, 'rules' are just there to be broken, right? ;)
Another 'rule' I broke yesterday was when I suddenly on a whim felt like doing one of the assignments at Miranda July's Learning to Love You More site. The first one that caught my eye was #63 - Make an Encouraging Banner. Here's mine. And, no, it's not a noun--rather a creative cultivation prompt to remind me to get out of my head.
I think I was supposed to keep the construction paper in big blocks...but I didn't feel like it. Maybe it sounds lofty to think I can possibly "farm magic." One of the definitions of magic in my dictionary is "a mysterious and enchanting quality." That's all I'm seeking in life--all I ever have: simply the desire to transform the ordinary into the extraordinary (define it as you will).
I was sorry to hear of the passing of two iconic men. Bill Walsh, who for a decade was the head coach of the San Francisco 49ers, died yesterday. Whether or not you follow football (and I don't anymore), it's hard to overstate how those of us who are native Northern Californians and were 49er fans of a certain era feel about Bill Walsh. A good friend of my brother's owns 4 Super Bowl rings thanks to Bill Walsh. Walsh was a football genius and seemed like a classy guy.
Tom Snyder was a touchstone of my high school years. When his "Tomorrow" show began airing in '73 (when I was a senior), I quickly became hooked. I'd take a shower during the "Tonight Show" and then sit in front of the wall heater in our living room, drying my very long hair, while watching "Tomorrow" (long after my Dad and little brother had gone to bed. No wonder I had such a hard time waking up for school.) Johnny Carson was for your parents; Snyder was hip. It would probably be surprising to long-time readers here (since some of you leave comments about how I seem to you to be some sort of do-gooder crusader, and I mean that in a nice way) that there are few things in life that matter more to me than biting wit. (I know what you're thinking: Then why don't I exhibit some of mine here? I think I've had a few too many experiences where I felt like my wit was misconstrued when I tried to convey it in writing.) Snyder was sarcastic and acerbic and I adored him. It wasn't until decades later that it suddenly hit me that he looks a lot like my Dad (who was also damn sarcastically funny in his time). Snyder had a very recognizable laugh and he did his show without a studio audience. He'd often utter funny asides to crew members and you could often hear them laughing off-camera. He was cutting edge for his time and in my opinion, never got the respect he deserved for it. He was only 71.
Jeffrey was eating a mango at lunch yesterday and when he was finished, he looked at the pit and asked, "I wonder if you can grow a plant from one of these..." So I found this. It says you can, by planting the seed that's inside the pit.
I'm off to the laundromat this morning, and then we're going to have some fun this afternoon. Tomorrow morning I return to job-land. Because my work year is based on a school calendar, there are certain times of the year that are busier for me. August is super-busy for me and I'm craving something that will keep me sane during the busy-ness. I'm thinking posting a poem a day in August might do the trick--I think that might be a good practice for me. If I do, they'll be over on Moojo Cafe.
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