I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Time’s fun when you’re having flies. Kermit The Frog.
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Sometimes the goal of psychotherapy is not to help people make sense of their lives, but to help them make less sense of them – to break a few links in the narrative chain so that behavior can be more unpredictable and creative. p. 219
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
Hypocrisy – thy name is Sam Miller.
Forest City Enterprises co-chairman and Treasurer Sam Miller says he”s willing to donate to the Cleveland libraries if budget cuts are made by the State of Ohio. Sam says that he will donate to keep libraries in poor areas open if the cuts are made.
Generous Sam.
He made that statement to the Plain Dealer as reported in its piece on protests against state budget cuts at the downtown public library.
The Plain Dealer the same day also reported on its front page about citizens attempting to lower their property taxes by lowering the value of the property as homes lose value. Continue Reading »
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Red meat is not bad for you. Fuzzy green meat is bad for you.
Found in my electronic chapbook.
“The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say,” Anaïs Nin. p. 218
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
Bad economic news keeps hitting Ohio and Cuyahoga County. The newest data from researcher George Zeller concludes “the rate of layoffs in Ohio continues to increase very sharply and at an alarming rate.”
That is alarming.
In Cuyahoga County at this time of year the number of new claims for unemployment, writes Zeller, should be less than 1,000. The figure this week is double that at 2,094.
He also reports that Ohio”s “20,663 new unemployment claims for the third week of June are at a level now 171 percent higher and nearly triple ‘a job growth” level of 7,617 that is normal at this time of year during economic growth periods.”
This piece was written on 25 June.
It is truly amazing how not having to spend two weeks rehashing Michael Jackson’s supposed death can clear your head.
I’m back from two weeks at 3,300 Feet in western North Carolina on top of Pompey’s Point at the Wildacres Retreat Center where I spent at least eight hours a day writing and not blogging, reading blogs, watching television, listening to the radio, carrying around my cell phone, reading newspapers or magazines.
And guess what? The world did not come to an end.
In all that thinking and writing I arrived at a few conclusions, the most important of which is that I’ve spent way too much time posting what other people are writing and not publishing my own writing, and I’ve resolved to change that.
The good news is that after two weeks of writing, I’ve rediscovered how much material there is in my head. I wrote about brick streets. I wrote about the importance of calculus and poetry. I wrote about buying local. I wrote about my Going Out From Egypt. I even wrote poetry (19 Chaiqus based on the Amidah). The bad news is that I can’t write these kinds of essays in five minutes and post a dozen pieces a day.
Have Coffee Will Write is about to get a lot less busy and a lot more thoughtful. Instead of hoping from the island to island of the day’s events, I intend to dive deep in the waters between the islands.
I may keep the three of the evergreen-posts series that I pre-posted — From My Chapbook, TED Talks and From My Dad while I was gone thinking but I’m not fully decided on that point yet.
I will continue to distribute the thoughts of Roldo Bartimole because he’s a role model for me and because I think that what he has to say is important for Cleveland.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Wooden Leg Insurance
A man and his wife, moved back home to West Virginia from Ohio. The husband had a wooden leg, and to insure it back in Ohio cost them $2,000. per year!
When they arrived in West Virginia, they went to an insurance agency to see how much it would cost to insure his wooden leg.
The agent looked it up on the computer and said: “$39.”
The husband was shocked and asked why it was so cheap here in West Virginia to insure it because it cost him $2,000 in Ohio!
The insurance agent turned his computer screen to the couple and said, “Well, here it is on the screen, it says: Any wooden structure, with a sprinkler system above it, is $39. You just have to know how to describe it.”
(Those Hillbillies know how “to git ‘er done,” don’t they?)
Found in my electronic chapbook.
And the writer is often not only struggling to say it to others, but to herself. (T) p. 218
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your evening blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
If at first you don’t succeed,
skydiving is not for you.
From Daily Routines:
Do you ever do summer beach reading?
I’d rather take poison, I’d rather chew ground glass.
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Narrating the world into existence can reflect our need for contact with what psychoanalysts chillingly call the Object. …. I”m creating a presence which fills that solitude, which takes the place of some ideal Other. (T) p. 217
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Five days a week my body is a temple.
The other two it’s an amusement park.
From Daily Routines:
The best writing conditions I ever had were in Belfast, when I was working at the university there. Another top-floor flat, by the way. I wrote between eight and ten in the evenings, then went to the university bar till eleven, then played cards or talked with friends till one or two. The first part of the evening had the second part to look forward to, and I could enjoy the second part with a clear conscience because I”d done my two hours. I can”t seem to organize that now.
Found in my electronic chapbook.
The reason we write books is that our kids don”t give a damn. We turn to an anonymous world because our wife stops up her ears when we talk to her… Let us define our terms. A woman who writes her lover four letters a day is not a graphomaniac, she is simply a woman in love. But my friend who Xeroxes his love letters so that he can publish them someday – my friend is a graphomaniac. Graphomania is not a desire to writer letters, diaries or family chronicles (to write for oneself or one” immediate family); it is a desire to write books (to have a public of unknown readers). Milan Kundera p. 217
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your evening blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
When blondes have more fun,
do they know it?
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