The Motel
The Motel. Gorgeous red doors leading to rooms of quick hook ups and exiting with sweat and regret. Behind each door is a story that is repeated on end, an endless loop of furtive whispers and sharp recriminations. MORE AT KCET >
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Word of the Day
Home grown organic words from my Brain Farm.
Word of the Day: Doughbroid (noun) the lump on your butt from a diet of tasty deep fried donuts.
Word of the Day: Porkriah (noun) anyone with a slight cough and sneeze.
Word of the Day: Crudittes (noun) The stuff that comes out of your keyboard when you shake it upside down.
Word of the Day: Buttransfer (verb) A seat warmed by the previous posterior.
Word of the Day: PanderPanic (verb) Mass hysteria created by roving cable anchors with snappy graphics.
Word of the Day: Knuggled (verb) When your co-worker says your idea won’t work and then a month later pitches it to your boss.
Today’s Word: Ponk (verb) When you hit your head on the underside of your desk when you leaned over to pick up the donut you dropped after spilling your coffee on your pants.
Today’s Word: Squink (verb) What your eyes do when you quickly pull on your undies and they are backwards.
Today’s Word: Stumpflezizzler (noun) The green thing at the back of your closet that moves when you move.
Today’s Word: Phartle (noun) Gas Pockets. Dogs are blamed for these
Today’s Word: Chuffler (noun) a person who makes you do their part of the powerpoint for the meeting.
Today is Hump Day, named after Englebert Humperdink…singer of such fine tunes as The Last Waltz, A Man Without Love, There’s a Kind of Hush (All Over the World), and more…
Word of the Day: Dumple (noun) The thing stuck to your eye. Resulting from A) bar fight B) Slept on your rug or C) passed out while eating Chili Fries.
Word of the Day: Cablegumped (verb) What happens when Time Warner internet access goes down and you are stuck staring at a spinning rainbow wheel.
Word of the Day: Gawupple (noun) What you get when your jelly donut falls into your lap when you slam your brakes on.
Word of the day: Snurggle (verb) The action of pulling the covers over your head while snuggling with your dog/cat/beloved/Barbie Doll. Snuggified: the object being Snurggled.
Word of the day: Noofler (noun) someone who hovers over the donut counter and takes forever to decide whether to take the jelly or the cruller. Nooflering: the act of hovering.
Word of the Day: Gurfnukel (verb) Its the hollow sound your head makes when you walk into a wall because you haven’t slept the night before.
Word of the Day: Slumph(verb) to start the day half hunched over and half awake while mumbling. Similar to “Murph” only without the Drooling.
Vote
I voted today. This is a historic day, a day we will be talking about for generations. I am proud to have been a part of history by voting.
My Life As A Sit Com
Asked the question “if your life was a Sit Com, what would it be?” on HowToSplitAnAtom
My answer:
My show would be non-linear iambic pentameter. The show would start with one thought and then end on the opposite or on a 90Ëš angle. Characters would flow in and out, some would leave a mark, others would say nothing. The soundtrack is tonal and plays against what mood is being portrayed.
My show would begin with one idea and end with a hundred.
The Sound of Clicking ©Ophelia Chong
Sonnet IVÂ by Wm. Shakespeare
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty’s legacy?
Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th’ executor to be.
CSS Artistry
Wowowee! I got my copies of CSS Artistry by Andy Clarke today from Peachpit. Andy asked me to collaborate on the design of the box and the DVD. I submitted letterpress work I did.
What an honor to work with Andy Clarke and Charlene Will of Peachpit Press.
You Are Invited
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With your sweaty palms and nervous fingers you click on the link that will take you to that special invite only site, where only a few thousand are allowed in…..More>
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Bike ride up and back
1625 feet above sea level at the Observatory
2.6 miles up
2.6 back
5.2 miles total
30 minutes ride time.
Attacked by a pack of beanie wearing flying monkeys
There’s a space between fully awake and asleep. When you snap out of it, the sound of a vacuum release pops out of your ears. I went to sleep at 3 am this morning and got up at 6am. During those three hours of heavy sleep I didn’t dream. I am on my second pitcher of coffee, I am just going to sit here and wait for the pack of flying beanie wearing monkeys to attack my keyboard.
Today will be spent working on a site launch. Thinking about shapes and colors, how they flow from one to another. Looking at waves landing on the beach, I see azure blue to white foam. The wave pulls back into the ocean leaving a wet shine on the sand. That is the mood I am going to focus on for the site.
Okay I am Feeling Better
Dredging up memories of summer jobs brought back other teen flashbacks. Now it’s time to move onto to the future. And cheese toast.
Go Back From Where You Came From
Typing in the name “Harvey’s” brought back this memory.
I was about 13 years old; I was sitting at the counter eating a hamburger with my mom, dad and little sister. It was the local Harvey’s, a franchise in Toronto. Out of nowhere a woman looked at us (she was Caucasian) and said to my dad “Why don’t you people go back from where you came from?”
I can’t remember what my dad said. I was in shock. I thought, “hey I was born here, where am I supposed to go?”
The hamburger tasted like sawdust. My eyes averted to the counter, and I wanted to come back and say to her “You’re MEAN!” I didn’t.
Racism is not just color, it’s gender, sexual orientation, anything about you that someone just doesn’t like. I have always wondered how anyone could be that hateful; sadly I am never surprised at the vitriol some of them can spit out. I am not empathic to their racism, even when I hear why. “My family suffered under them”, “I was robbed.”, “It’s against God.” “You look funny and I don’t understand you.”
Hate has no place here. It’s a poison that eats away at the vessel that carries it. All I can say is this; Be Kind, because it’s the person next to you that will be your savior.
Image: © Ophelia Chong / Self-Portrait from the Surreal Series
