Cat Sense
Cats are the world’s natural Zen masters: they practice do-nothing purrfectly.
Crook
There was a crooked man And he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence Against a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat Which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together In a little crooked house. – Traditional English rhyme
Crook
There was a crooked man And he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence Against a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat Which caught a crooked mouse. And they all lived together In a little crooked house. – Trad. English Nursery Rhyme
Drawing Down
I’m turning eighty-one in September, and it’s become clear that I have to give up some of the things that have brought me great pleasure over the years. I actually started my renunciations three years ago, when I quit smoking. As any ex-smoker will admit, even after you’ve endured the pangs of withdrawal and find
Intensity
We should try to live avidly, like hummingbirds, whose moments are years.
The Devourer Hwaet! Oft scops striking harps have lauded that land granted grace and goodness yclept Armorica where all folk fared well daring to do full fairly, unbefouled by basest desires for feofdom over mannen and wyffen both wrapt up in sour annoy and likewise beset by dire dreams of gains ill-got by lying guile.
Dumb and Bummed
I’m afraid that today I’ve not much to say. I’m feeling too sad, For the world has gone mad.
Guns For Everyone!
Another mass shooting today, tra la! And all the authorities say Is “How very sad, But to ban guns is bad! How else to blow shooters away, tra la?
My Olds Friend
Eighty-eight Aggie Died today, all worn out by Rattling round and rust.
From Bill Cosby’s Noah’s Ark Routine
From Bill Cosby’s Routine About Noah’s Ark God: NOAH! Noah: Is someone calling me? God: It’s the Lord, Noah. Noah: Right…Where are you? What do you want? I’ve been good. God: I want you to built an ark. Noah: Right… What’s an ark? God: Get some wood and build it 300 cubits by 80 cubits