Tag: Birds

For the Birds

The birds are already up as I boot my trusty Ubuntu. It is still dark but the air is filled with bright, morning song. Each feathered genus with their own unique melody. In parts of Africa it is common for people to gather and sing before work. I like to sing. A person asked me if I could teach them talent. I said, no, but as a human we are all given a voice, the earliest musical tool so perhaps I am wrong.  Last night I dreamed of singing. I was at a Rob Halford concert, only he was also playing guitar. I was asked to come on stage with some other men to sing a Judas Priest song but when the tune began, I did not know any of the words. Humiliated, I left the stage, went to my seat and grabbed my things for a hasty exit from the venue but there was more than I could carry and I labored to collect everything in vain. 

This is a recurring theme in my nightmares, I am in a hurry to go somewhere but I can’t collect all of my possessions before I can leave. No matter how hard I try, I keep finding more junk to pack up. It is okay to lay awake in bed. My other theme is trying to punch my father in the face but my blows have no force. At one point in my Halford dream, I had a big cardboard box I was trying to fill with surgical gauze. Frustrated, I began hitting it like a boxer at the heavy bag, wishing a heavy weight would do the same to me until my ribs were shattered and I could die of internal wounds. 

It is not okay to lie awake in bed. It is bad grammar or you are not be facing reality. Either way, don’t do it. 

It will be hot in Houston today. It will likely be hot in Africa, too. It is gnat season, they have have descended. Clouds swarm for the sole purpose of annoying humans. Maybe they come to save their own kind from animal testing. In biology lab, we observed fruit flies beneath a microscope as we eye-dropped different chemicals into their environment. The results were not astounding. Caffeine made them jumpy, barbiturates made them sleepy or dead, it was hard to tell even with a microscope. I enjoy coffee and the chemicals inside. I often wish for a barbiturate whenever I am lying or laying awake. 

There are some terrible bugs in Africa. I know of a fly whose bite can cause blindness. I learned about this at the Jimmy Carter Presidential Library in Georgia. The former commander and chief started a charitable organization to help those people suffering from the malady and research treatments for the disease. 

If you remove the G, the word is short for Nathaniel. I know a Nat but never see him anymore. I would have heard by now if he has passed on but I suspect Nat considers  people to be as annoying as gnats and so stays away from us. Every time I attempt to write free form without stopping like Jack Kero-something, I end up with a rambling mess and wonder why I didn’t go outside and sing with the birds. 

Life’s Simple Pleasure

Nothing ruins a cup of joe like fugitive grounds who escaped the filter's tight weave. Sipping and spitting the tiny, soggy pebbles from the tip or your tongue like watermelon seeds across a summer lawn as the sweet juice trickles down your chin. Some say that is half the fun. 

I should sample more of life’s simple pleasures: marveling at birds, laughing at squirrels. But there is nothing simple about either, to be honest. It took eons to evolve from a T-Rex to a Robin. And the antics of a squirrel are really a pattern of convoluted signals used in competition for acorns. 
I might enjoy a slice of freshly baked bread if it weren’t for the fact that this simple pleasure is a complex carbohydrate probably involving the chemical diagram for methylbutanol. 

Coffee and bread. In France, that is all they want for breakfast, maybe a cigarette. In Texas, the line of cars in the drive through of Chick-fil-A is known for blocking traffic on the highway as morning diners wait for fried chicken on a biscuit. 

I typically skip breakfast just to spite those who claim it is the most important meal of the day. And as we all know, spiting know-it-alls is one of life’s simple pleasures.

T-Rex to Robin in only 65 million years. Do Not Feed Yourself to Wildlife.

Swan

swan

I have nothing against the duck

They are very well and good

The emerald sheen on the mallard head

In the flesh or a decoy of wood

Yet sometimes they hint of discarded old shoes

On the banks filthy and wet

Then in glides the swan and all that is foul

We are obliged to forget