snowy egret

Happy news. I walked to the metro station the other day, having to pass over the creek by my neighborhood and saw this huge white thing standing in the water. It was a snowy egret hunting. Luckily for me, I had my digital camera with me. I'll try to post the pictures later. I was starting to get sad that the herons weren't around. They were around at about this time last year.

Run. (contains explicit content)

Two nights ago, my spouse and I woke up in the middle of the night (sometime between 1 and 3) to a woman yelling, "Run, bitch. (pause) Run, bitch. (pause) Run, bitch" over and over again, presumably, to another woman in the courtyard outside my building. As we were both in the middle of some lovely warm sleep and it didn't sound like anyone wanted the police called, neither one of us got up to deal with it.

So this phrase has fascinated us. What was that yelling about? Was this just some hard core personal training program? We also began to wonder about the possibilities this phrasing could lead. "Eat, bitch." "Launder, bitch." (or as my spouse's suggestion for during intimate moments) "Circles, bitch!" I guess the term bitch doesn't necessarily have to be a derogatory term referring to a woman these days.

This opens up a whole new way to converse with people.

Mothballs in the woods

When a mothball is alone in the woods, do the moths smell it??

So a friend of mine recently asked me this. Instead of getting ready for work, I am going to respond to this.

Mothballs, smell for no one. They smell for themselves, for the universe, for everyone and anyone. Alone or with other mothballs, the moth ball will smell- that is the beauty of the mothball. It is its own ball! We should all strive to be like the mothball, free and smelly, for no one in particular.

But that is not to say that mothballs do not know how to live with one another in community. They are very Zen in that way- whatever situation they find themselves in, they simply live to the fullest of what they are meant to be. In a community, they work in concert, happily supporting each other, combining their smells constructively, so that the result is smellier than the sum of their parts.

Profound thoughts lost

Every so often some really interesting ideas and questions pop into my head and I think, "Oh, that would make a great blog post. Gotta remember that for when I get a chance to blog." The problem is that I am not disciplined enough to remember to post regularly and when I finally do get around to posting, I forget what I was going to post about. This has been happening recently. I distinctly recalled on two separate occassions saying those two exact statements (ones quoted a few lines ago). But now that I have the time to sit quietly and write, I forget what they were. sigh.

Tonight my husband and I drove around in my neighborhood and we went by the field behind our apartment building. The floodlights were on and the fields were brightly lit in the unnatural white of the floodlights. There was a game going on and all these people were out by the fields either watching or just hanging around having a good time. It took me and my husband a little bit to figure out what game there were playing but then we saw these shiny heads bobbing up and down and knew- it was a football game. From the distance we were at, all you could really see were these little rectangular blobs with oversized shiny yellow or blue heads running along, so we decided to get closer and watch the game for a bit. As we got closer, the shiny heads got bigger but the bodies didn't. Then we realized that the kids who were playing were about elementary school aged kids. It was just too cute to see these little kids trying to play so seriously ("Hey, get up to the line!" "Go all the way out and line up with your guy!" "No, this way, THIS WAY! Hurry up!") but looking like anime cartoons of big headed aliens. Their heads underscored how tiny those little bodies were.

There weren't any serious tackling but every so often, there would be a little bit of a pile up before the ref could blow his whistle. It was so cute, they looked like they were having sooo much fun out there. It was a little odd though to see such little little kids playing such a rough and tumble sport. I've only seen tiny kids like that play baseball or soccer.

Gosh, they were soo li-ittle. I wondered if they could even see out of their helmuts.