Peridementia struck again yesterday, it seems.
I spent an entire day without posting haiku from
one of our fine Honored Guest Poets. We don’t
allow haiku i.o.u.’s to sit around unpaid.
So, please enjoy the poetry of Rebecca Lilly:
The whipporwill pauses…
wisps of fog moving
over a starlit pond
Spindly-legged fawn–
goldenrod gently sways
in the morning sun
A clear hot day
the silence
behind the butterfly
Afternoon warmth–
a soft breeze curling
falled peony petals
Full moon by her bed
my daughter asks
the meaning of death
potluck
Need a headache? Read the continuing bickering between Ted and
Evan, here. Distorted facts and nasty Comments really bring me down. I continue
to believe that they are one very big reason why relatively few women participate
in weblogging — as proprietors or readers. I’m thankful for the handful of law-
related weblogs where the discussion stays civil, and I hope to do my best
to make this one of them.
Yes, it is irreverent, but I must point you to this week’s edition
of the This Modern World comic strip, by Tom Tomorrow. Naturally,
for Holy Week, it’s called “The Passion of the Hammer.”
is Blame Someone Else Day. Although Good Friday may not be the
best time for a belated celebration, it is also not particularly appropriate
(in many homes) for the April 14th designation: “Moment of Laughter Day.”
more potluck (7 PM):
on my screen, the past three days, as I’ve attempted to watch my favorite Public Tele-
Our local station, WMHT TV, put this notice at the top of its webpage (in purple, yet):
Attention – Due to a malfunction involving the WMHT TV antenna, we are
unable to broadcast programming to viewers who receive the station through
a home antenna (indoor or outdoor). This situation may last for several days.
. . . . We apologize for any inconvience this may cause you.”
[yes, dear reader, my home is not equipped with cable or satellite tv]
Tonight, I particularly wish I could see Charlie Rose’s show, where guests include
Garry Wills (Author, “What Jesus Meant”) and Kevin Phillips (Author, “American
Theocracy”). And, Charlie, please get better soon. You are missed. [Nothing like
guest hosts to make you miss a really good host. Hmm. Maybe I should try that.]
On a much less grumpy note, as I look forward to seeing my parents and extended
family in Rochester for Easter, I ran across this great photo of my brother and I, with
my Dad, on Dad’s 75th birthday, back in 1994. Seeing us all smiling makes me feel
good. Take a look. Maybe we’ll be able to replicate the shot — this time including the
fourth Giacalone Guy, James A. Giacalone, who wasn’t born back in ’94.
“tinyredcheck” Speaking of Rochester, here’s a handful of haiku
from native son Tom Painting:
motel room reality t.v.
a chain
across the park road
moon shadows
empty house
each room an echo
of its own
Gettysburg
traffic backed up
to the interstate
pickup truck
an old retriever
laps the wind
“motel” – modern haiku 36:2
“Gettysburg” – Heron’s Nest VI:7; New Resonance 2
“a chain” – nlapw 3/05 finalist
“empty house” – penumbra 2005 finalist
“pickup truck” — The Heron’s Nest 5.5 (May 2003)
