When You Tell Her She’s Beautiful – Rhoneisms
I don’t write poetry often but this bubbled up to my surface today. Written in 2019.
Statuses
Had a dream last night about walking around in the US capital grounds with former President Bill Clinton and talking to him about the conflict in the Middle East.
He didn’t have any solutions either.
“Kinda hard to stop a war that everyone waging it benefits from.”, he said in his raspy twang.
Between Noon and 6p…
- Pick up lunch for Beatrix to have in the car on the way to…
- Beatrix from Circus to Norwegian Dance (24 miles)
- Norwegian Dance to Vocal Coaching (in preparation for the school spring musical) (39 miles)
- Vocal Coaching to home. (18 miles)
- To a friends house party. (2miles)
- Back home so Beatrix can be picked up to attend a friend’s school musical. (2 miles)
Before Noon I…
- Made Coffee
- Fed dogs
- Delivered Beatrix to Circus (three classes on Saturday)
- Unloaded dishwasher
- Washed dishes
- Made breakfast
- Retrieved tools from project house
- Installed reglazed/repaired 2nd story windows in garage
- Primed sill
- Removed other garage 2nd story windows for repair/reglaze
Since it is Nobel Prize season, can we talk about how is it that Guinness in a can has not gotten one?
I really liked this entertaining short film by Eric Kissack (editor & producer for The Good Place), in which a couple moving into a new apartment together discovers a previously unnoticed feature of their new space, which in turn…well, I don’t want to spoil anything. Just watch it.
I really enjoyed this as well. That said, it feels like… A start. I’d love to see it expanded into something more.
Idea: A car vent phone holder style thing like this but, instead of for a phone it’s got a little clipboard to attach an index card and has a pen holder.
A peasant woodland | A Working Library
The more compelling and interesting reason that most writers seek out readers is, I think, less utilitarian: we receive our writing as a gift, and so it must be given in turn. We write because something needs to be expressed through us, and only by giving the writing to a reader is that need fulfilled.
This is such an interesting back and forth between two of the most intelligent writers/essayists I have the pleasure of reading.
I largely agree that this is part of it for me. That said, for me there’s a bigger reason… Clarity. Writing is the only way I know of to make my thoughts clear — both for others (the reader) and myself (the writer). I seek out readers because I want those now clear thoughts to be listened to, considered, and understood. Especially because I often don’t feel that they are all of these things internally — inside my head they are a confused and jumbled mess. Only when I put them out there do I finally make sense of them. It’s like, “Ah ha! So I can make sense of this mess!” I’m a reader too.