Wednesday in CinCity. The Fairy Tales Can Come True Edition.
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I don't know if anyone else out there has become obsessed with been watching the new ABC show, OnceUpon a Time, but I cannot wait for it to come on every week have found it interesting and entertaining. Full disclosure, still a fan of LOST. And, huge fan of fairy tales. Although, it does make me wonder a bit about Jungian archetypes and Joseph Campbell's work on The Myth of the Hero and how in our rather disjointed, but more globally connected world do we unearth ancient sources of meaning and guidance? Mostly though, I like a good fairy tale, especially the old-fashioned Grimm ones that didn't pull any punches or bedazzle-up their messages. I like my trolls to look like trolls.
The sun is shining here and it's not raining; big change from the last couple of days. I've got the hospital's biannual ACLS to study for so that means I'll find some more things around the house that must be dealt with today--old magazines? Must be skimmed through and tossed. Pile of clothes on the bedroom chair? Hang 'em high. Dog sleeping soundly on the floor beside me? Must be smooched on. Hope your day is as equally diverting...
I don't miss the ACLS classes and miss even less the application of skills learned. I much prefer what I'm doing now. Funny, that. Thought I'd really miss all that and I don't.
I'm late getting to your Wednesday edition, but that's the story of my life this week. I've endured a big hospice smackdown (maybe just a holiday rush) that makes me think the moon is lying and it's really full.
I love Once Upon a Time and Revenge has snared me in, too. My DVR is rather full this week, what with Ellen's 12 days of Christmas, House, The Closer, Revenge, and Once Upon a Time to name just a few. I see big TV/Knitting time ahead.
by George Bilgere When Odysseus finally does get home he is understandably upset about the suitors, who have been mooching off his wife for twenty years, drinking his wine, eating his mutton, etc. In a similar situation today he would seek legal counsel. But those were different times. With the help of his son Telemachus he slaughters roughly one hundred and ten suitors and quite a number of young ladies, although in view of their behavior I use the term loosely. Rivers of blood course across the palace floor. I too have come home in a bad mood. Yesterday, for instance, after the department meeting, when I ended up losing my choice parking spot behind the library to the new provost. I slammed the door. I threw down my book bag in this particular way I have perfected over the years that lets my wife understand the contempt I have for my enemies, which is prodigious. And then with great skill she built a gin and tonic that would have pleased the very gods, and with epic patience she list...
I'll tell you a half-dozen things that happened to me in Indiana when I went that far west to teach. You tell me if it was worth it. I lived in the country with my dog— part of the bargain of coming. And there was a pond with fish from, I think, China. I felt them sometimes against my feet. Also, they crept out of the pond, along its edges, to eat the grass. I'm not lying. And I saw coyotes, two of them, at dawn, running over the seemingly unenclosed fields. And once a deer, but a buck, thick-necked, leaped into the road just-oh, I mean just, in front of my car— and we both made it home safe. And once the blacksmith came to care for the four horses, or the three horses that belonged to the owner of the house, and I bargained with him, if I could catch the fourth, he, too, would have hooves trimmed for the Indiana winter, and apples did it, and a rope over the neck did it, so I won something wonderful; and there was, one morning, an owl flying, oh pale angel, into the hay loft o...
The Elusive Something by Charles Simic Was it in the smell of freshly baked bread That came out to meet me in the street? The face of a girl carrying a white dress From the cleaners with her eyes half closed? The sight of a building blackened by fire Where once I went to look for work? The toothless old man passing out leaflets For a clothing store going out of business? Or was it the woman pushing a baby carriage About to turn the corner? I ran after, As if the little one lying in it was known to me, And found myself alone on a busy street I didn't recognize, feeling like someone Out for the first time after a long illness, Who sees the world with his heart, Then hurries home to forget how it felt. please note: art by Amanda Cass
I don't miss the ACLS classes and miss even less the application of skills learned. I much prefer what I'm doing now. Funny, that. Thought I'd really miss all that and I don't.
ReplyDeleteI'm late getting to your Wednesday edition, but that's the story of my life this week. I've endured a big hospice smackdown (maybe just a holiday rush) that makes me think the moon is lying and it's really full.
I love Once Upon a Time and Revenge has snared me in, too. My DVR is rather full this week, what with Ellen's 12 days of Christmas, House, The Closer, Revenge, and Once Upon a Time to name just a few. I see big TV/Knitting time ahead.
LOL!! Revenge...I wasn't even going to bring that one up! What a guilty pleasure :>)Try it with a snack-size Baby Ruth bar and coffee. Heaven!
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