through the open door . . .
her smile doesn’t forgive
all my sins
the daughter taps flour
into a mixing bowl . . .
mother’s apron tight
cedar walking cane
hangs from the coat rack
dust on the handles curves
dust on the spine
of each cookbook –
soup can in the sink
[Feb. 16, 2005]
in the weblawg world never thought about Weblog Tips as possibly being income.
TaxProffer Paul Caron sets ‘em straight. Where did you land on the test curve?
Ealier today, I noticed that there were 32 hits on my Referer List for the Google 
before clicking for the article from Insurance.com. (okay, a hint: Coffee is #1, Chocolate #10.)
humbling. She asks today whether lawyers who end up swamped with discipline violations
were salvageable or are inherently bad. Both kinds exist, I am sure.
“tinyquestion” Have you noticed how many USA-born webloggers spell the word “gray” with an
“e” [”grey”]? I even caught myself about to do it last week. Affectations-R-Us. The
Fool in the Forest would at least have the excuse of hanging around a lot of British poets. Not so
Personally, I’m not as fond of the adjective “outrageous” as some webloggers seem to
be. Before hurling verbal grenades or nukes (as opposed to raising a red flag or shooting a warning
shot in the air), it makes sense to consider the source of the story and go to some level-headed and
original sources. Sometimes you’ll find the extremists were right, but creating unwarranted cynicism
doesn’t seem to be a helpful goal.
answer. (Hint: it’s not just bad luck; think: excessive concentration, too few alternative sources).
“tinyredcheck” The saddest thing about Charlie Rose’s interview last night with the Godfathers of
Blog was their agreement that they all get enormous amounts of intensely angry and ugly messages.
through the open door . . .
her smile doesn’t forgive
all my sins
the daughter taps flour
into a mixing bowl . . .
mother’s apron tight
cedar walking cane
hangs from the coat rack
dust on the handles curves
dust on the spine
of each cookbook –
soup can in the sink
[Feb. 16, 2005]
in the weblawg world never thought about Weblog Tips as possibly being income.
TaxProffer Paul Caron sets ‘em straight. Where did you land on the test curve?
Ealier today, I noticed that there were 32 hits on my Referer List for the Google
before clicking for the article from Insurance.com. (okay, a hint: Coffee is #1, Chocolate #10.)
humbling. She asks today whether lawyers who end up swamped with discipline violations
were salvageable or are inherently bad. Both kinds exist, I am sure.
“tinyquestion” Have you noticed how many USA-born webloggers spell the word “gray” with an
“e” [”grey”]? I even caught myself about to do it last week. Affectations-R-Us. The
Fool in the Forest would at least have the excuse of hanging around a lot of British poets. Not so
Personally, I’m not as fond of the adjective “outrageous” as some webloggers seem to
be. Before hurling verbal grenades or nukes (as opposed to raising a red flag or shooting a warning
shot in the air), it makes sense to consider the source of the story and go to some level-headed and
original sources. Sometimes you’ll find the extremists were right, but creating unwarranted cynicism
doesn’t seem to be a helpful goal.
answer. (Hint: it’s not just bad luck; think: excessive concentration, too few alternative sources).
“tinyredcheck” The saddest thing about Charlie Rose’s interview last night with the Godfathers of
Blog was their agreement that they all get enormous amounts of intensely angry and ugly messages.
Another round of hyper-punditry and commentary (here and elsewhere) has once
again left me exhausted and wondering whether I’ll ever learn the lessons my body
keeps trying to teach me. With my renewed discipline, I shall spare you the details
(but see precursor post), and point to the new tag line in my masthead. I’ve replaced
“punditry” with “potluck” — which Martin would surely have termed pot au feu. I
hope the change reminds me to take myself less seriously, and to keep haiku
in the spotlight and center-stage.
From now on, in addition to a haiku entree, look for very brief pointers
to things elsewhere on the Web that interest me. Expect many of the same topics
that have obsessed ethicalEsq, Prof. Yabut and Jack Cliente. This won’t be an all-
you-can-eat buffet. Call it potluck novelle – tastier, healthier, and less fattening.
three meals a day
this trip, living large!
winter storm clouds
flitting butterfly–
after supper, a temple
pilgrimage
coming to lunch
on the sleeping man…
mosquito
the farmer’s lunch
dangles…
on the scarecrow
Another round of hyper-punditry and commentary (here and elsewhere) has once
again left me exhausted and wondering whether I’ll ever learn the lessons my body
keeps trying to teach me. With my renewed discipline, I shall spare you the details
(but see precursor post), and point to the new tag line in my masthead. I’ve replaced
“punditry” with “potluck” — which Martin would surely have termed pot au feu. I
hope the change reminds me to take myself less seriously, and to keep haiku
in the spotlight and center-stage.
From now on, in addition to a haiku entree, look for very brief pointers
to things elsewhere on the Web that interest me. Expect many of the same topics
that have obsessed ethicalEsq, Prof. Yabut and Jack Cliente. This won’t be an all-
you-can-eat buffet. Call it potluck novelle – tastier, healthier, and less fattening.
three meals a day
this trip, living large!
winter storm clouds
flitting butterfly–
after supper, a temple
pilgrimage
coming to lunch
on the sleeping man…
mosquito
the farmer’s lunch
dangles…
on the scarecrow
