Adjective
To hunger to the point of anger. To become hungry, then angry and hungry, then fully hangry. Hangry is worse than the sum of its parts.
My son Henry is able to express this using only his face…
note: I didn’t make up this word. The credit goes to my friend Montana.
Noun
A Plantasy is a plan, which develops incrementally, then exponentially to a frenzy of planning planniness, reaching epic fantasy proportions.
This was actually sexier when you could see them moving around, washing cars… but still. Truth in advertising. I like it.
I like art that has a story. Here’s one for your consideration. (Yes, it has to do with contentment)
Austin had an art show in April. It was excellent, and had plenty of nationally known artists. (rare for the shows here) I was on a fantastic self-date to ride my bike, hear music, and see art. I was an excellent date. I think I cursed when the second tire got a flat, but I tried to see the opportunity to graciously learn patience. (I didn’t, but I tried. A little.)
By the time I got to the show, I had already run and ridden my bike all over town. I was sweaty and stinky, and a bit dehydrated. This made me question how much I liked all the art at the show, but I went to a bunch of the websites of the artists the next few days and I was correct. It was just a good show. On with it.
So I found Mary Thomas’ work pretty.. fresh and.. classic, but graphic, and.. waxy? I don’t know. Different, and beautiful. This story is about this painting:
I knew I really liked this painting, but I didn’t know how I felt about the bird being in a cage. It was a nice light cage, but.. I’ve always been claustrophobic, and it made me a little uneasy. Someone told me a couple years ago that my claustrophobia is probably related to wanderlust. I agree, it’s the same feeling essentially. It’s about lack of choices. (I think) Anyway, to add to this feeling there were two title cards- one on either side of this painting. On the left it said “Wanderlust“, and on the right it said “Contentment“. I knew I liked the painting, but… how could it be both? There’s no such thing as contentment and wanderlust. Right? They are essentially opposites. So which was it?
I looked at Mary (the artist) and I was almost too afraid to ask. I looked at the prices instead. Wanderlust was more expensive than Contentment. Of course. That’s not helpful though.
I was going to buy it either way, but the question was burning in my stomach. I decided I had better ask which it was. It turns out the title is Contentment. I really like it. Later Mary wrote me that the woman is taking the bird outside where she can sit and enjoy the garden. Wanderlust and contentment both. Hmph.
This made me consider the idea as a possibility. This is something I’m still thinking about. How is the bird content? Surely the bird would rather be free!? OK let’s refer back to why the caged bird sings.. from “Sympathy” by Paul Laurence Dunbar:
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,
When he beats his bars and would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings -
I know why the caged bird sings.
Wow. Oppressively heavy. I guess I asked for it.
So lately birds have been everywhere I look. This is definitely a theme- I’m getting more art and images and pictures with birds, they have been an eerily recurring theme. It’s worth looking at more for sure. I’ll refer to this (hopefully)temporary fascination as the bird phenomenon until I can think of something else.
On the other hand, if I start posting things like “don’t see the cage.. the cage is you”, please feel free to smack me. *ducks*
.j.
Banizzler
It’s a banizzler- A banana with a twizzler center. For people who are ‘trying to start eating healthier.’ At work we are transitioning out the junk food, I thought this might be a softer landing for some. You don’t want to just go eating fruit and vegetables straight out of the gate..
“You can’t win friends with salad…”
Homer Simpson
Noun
A failure to convey an idea or emotion in an email communication, due to the impersonal nature of text.
This guy is having none of it. He was watching people buy tickets to the forbidden city. “How is it possible? Buying tickets to the forbidden city… what’s next? ”
This is to let you know there will eventually be public friendly entries here. Not now.
