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(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)


Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses’ dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody’s going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody’s going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine

Blast off!
It’s party time
And we don’t live in a fascist nation
Blast off!
It’s party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

From “B.Y.O.B.” by System of a Down

Watching Things Grow

(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)


Arissa wins.

Her sunflowers were the first seedlings to sprout.

My zinnias and love-lies-bleeding came in for a close second and third.

One of the simple, basic joys of human existence is watching things grow.


(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

“The primary cause of suffering in America is not the liberal elite, but rather the big corporations and their Republican friends.”

John Wiener
“Working-Class Republicans and ‘False Consciousness'”
Dissent, Spring 2005



(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

Why have a SpongeBob party?

Because we CAN! What other reason do we need?

While shopping today, we discovered SpongeBob party goods.

“Daddy, can we get SpongeBob plates?”


“And SpongeBob napkins?”


“And SpongeBob cups?”


Why not have a party for no apparent reason? Why not have some fun? Why not laugh and enjoy each other’s company? Life is so short. Why do we so often put off the good times? Why are we always too busy? Too tired? Too involved? We say, “That’s just life.” The rat race, right?

Sometimes we need to cancel “life” and throw a party just for the sake of having a party. Hey… WWSBD? WHAT WOULD SPONGEBOB DO? Sometimes we need to look at it like that.


(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

I went to buy new jeans last night.

I have one pair that is just perfect right now. Perfectly faded. Perfectly soft. Perfectly comfortable.

I have another pair that is just beyond that point of perfection. It has a few holes in not the best of places, one of them being the pocket I carry my wallet in. Or rather, the pocket I used to carry my wallet in.

A third pair of jeans never had the chance to reach that perfectly faded and comfortable stage. It also has a hole in the wallet pocket, not from wear, but from a jagged-edged flange on a garage door. I tried to squeeze past the back end of my cousin’s car and my back end got snagged on the door. Fortunately, only my jeans ripped. No other personal assets were injured. The jeans were rendered useless for all except back up when pair #1 are in the wash.

As three minus two is one, and one worn for too many days in a row is ewww… we went shopping for jeans.

There was a time in my life when I only wore one brand of jeans. LEVIS. I was young. I was thin enough to squeeze past garaged cars. And I was cool.

I was also a teenager. There are particulars about being a teenager that make you either cool or uncool. I wore Levis. I also carried one of those large plastic combs with the handle. I had long rock star hair. I was cool. I needed a comb like that in my back pocket. One never knew when he would find himself in a rock star-like situation. Girls loved guys with rock star hair. Girls loved guys in Levis.

The thing is, I haven’t worn Levis in quite a few years now. I’ve been wearing Wranglers. (Hey! Where did all the girls go?) For a guy with a bunch of kids, Wranglers were within my economic reach. Why should I pay considerably more for Levis? Do you know how much food you can buy with the money you save by snagging a pair of Wranglers instead? We’re talking quite a few boxes of Kraft macaroni and cheese here!

What? Am I not cool now?

I did try on a pair of Levis last night. They brought about some reminiscing, a flashback (or was it a relapse?) to the glorious teenage days. What a disappointment! (the jeans, not the flashback) The quality was lame. The fit was lame. The coolness was… simply not there. So I took the Levis off, gathered together my coolness, and headed straight for the rack of Wranglers!

Yes, I put my old pants back on first.

I happily bought two pairs of Wranglers. Regardless of what all the other kids say, I know I’m still cool. I know what’s important. I know it’s not just a brand, an image, an appearance. Coolness runs deeper than that.

Not needing to carry a big comb because I don’t have enough hair for it? THAT is not so cool! But this article wasn’t about hair. Was it?