Ironing a shirt and writing a Thank You note
Passing a stone and squeezing out an essay
Singing a song and composing a poem
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Paddy Clarke Snippet
I ducked. It went sailing right over my head. He was winding up to throw another so I hid behind a tree. The snow was icy and stiff: good for sledding and snowballs.
– Missed me! I said
– You cheater!
I threw mine just as one hit me in the ear. I heard it more than felt it. Mine struck the tree he was crouched behind and exploded. He jumped out and zipped a big one at the tree beside me so the exploded snow would cover me. I threw another from the other side of my tree and hit him right on the side of the head.
– That’s one for me. I shouted.
Then a snowball hit me on my arm. I ran behind another tree that was to my right: a tall pine tree. This one had pine cones all around its base. I accidently kneeled on one and it hurt. I said a bad word.
From behind the next tree, I could see him. He was making a bunch of snowballs for his next volley. Then he looked at the tree I used to be at. He kept looking for me. I launched a real hard one at him. He heard me throw it and looked at me. It was too late. Half of it smashed his nose and the other half went in his mouth, which was opened
–Winner!
I thought he might cry – I would. But he didn’t. I ran back behind my first tree before he could grab one of his snow balls.
Cars would drive by on the road way down at the bottom of the hill. I would throw snowballs trying to hit their roofs but I always missed. Kevin wouldn’t do it but he kept telling me to, so I did. But I missed, every time.
A big grey Suburban went by on the road at the top of the hill, near us, and drove pretty fast. Instead of throwing mine at Kevin, I whizzed it over his head and hit the Suburban. It hit the Suburban right on the plastic garbage bag which covered up the place where a glass window should have been.
I was glad that it didn’t stop. But then it did. The tires made a loud screechy noise on the road and an angry Cuban got out.
-- You just threw that snowball at my car you little mother@#$*%&!
-- You could kill someone doing that!
-- Don’t you see all the ice on these roads!
I didn’t know what to say. I just froze.
Then the angry Cuban got back into the Suburban and drove away. But not really. He drove into the driveway of the house across the street. Kevin’s mom came out and wanted to know what happened. At first she blamed Kevin, then Kevin blamed me. That liar!
That night, Kevin’s parents took us out to an Italian restraunt that they really liked. They had lots and lots of different kinds of pastas and pizzas and all sorts of different types of deserts. Most of them were chocolate. I liked the cake I saw as we came in. It had a dark brown chocolate out side with mountains of white cream on the top and a bunch of little fruits like strawberries. I didn’t want to eat it, I just liked the way it looked.
We sat down at one of the tables in the back, away from the real big, long tables with lots of people at them. The tables were only able to seat four so we had to sit apart from the adults. I sat next to Catherine and Aidan and across from Kevin who kept making weird faces at me to make me say something but I didn’t. It made him make even uglier faces until his mom saw him and yelled at him. He looked at me like it was my fault but I pretended not to notice. He knew I did.
Kevin ordered pizza. I ordered pizza. We all ordered pizza.
Then I saw the angry Cuban. But He wasn’t angry any more. He was sitting at the table next to ours. It was in the corner. He was talking with some woman who was eating with him. She was much younger than he was. This time the angry Cuban was wearing glasses and was fatter.
-- What’s wrong? Kevin asked.
Then I told him that that was the angry Cuban. He looked and said it wasn’t, that I was stupid. I swore it was. We argued about it the whole night, even after the angry Cuban and the woman left. I was glad he didn’t see me as he walked out. We ate a lot of pizza that night and I wondered if I’d ever see that angry Cuban again.
– Missed me! I said
– You cheater!
I threw mine just as one hit me in the ear. I heard it more than felt it. Mine struck the tree he was crouched behind and exploded. He jumped out and zipped a big one at the tree beside me so the exploded snow would cover me. I threw another from the other side of my tree and hit him right on the side of the head.
– That’s one for me. I shouted.
Then a snowball hit me on my arm. I ran behind another tree that was to my right: a tall pine tree. This one had pine cones all around its base. I accidently kneeled on one and it hurt. I said a bad word.
From behind the next tree, I could see him. He was making a bunch of snowballs for his next volley. Then he looked at the tree I used to be at. He kept looking for me. I launched a real hard one at him. He heard me throw it and looked at me. It was too late. Half of it smashed his nose and the other half went in his mouth, which was opened
–Winner!
I thought he might cry – I would. But he didn’t. I ran back behind my first tree before he could grab one of his snow balls.
Cars would drive by on the road way down at the bottom of the hill. I would throw snowballs trying to hit their roofs but I always missed. Kevin wouldn’t do it but he kept telling me to, so I did. But I missed, every time.
A big grey Suburban went by on the road at the top of the hill, near us, and drove pretty fast. Instead of throwing mine at Kevin, I whizzed it over his head and hit the Suburban. It hit the Suburban right on the plastic garbage bag which covered up the place where a glass window should have been.
I was glad that it didn’t stop. But then it did. The tires made a loud screechy noise on the road and an angry Cuban got out.
-- You just threw that snowball at my car you little mother@#$*%&!
-- You could kill someone doing that!
-- Don’t you see all the ice on these roads!
I didn’t know what to say. I just froze.
Then the angry Cuban got back into the Suburban and drove away. But not really. He drove into the driveway of the house across the street. Kevin’s mom came out and wanted to know what happened. At first she blamed Kevin, then Kevin blamed me. That liar!
That night, Kevin’s parents took us out to an Italian restraunt that they really liked. They had lots and lots of different kinds of pastas and pizzas and all sorts of different types of deserts. Most of them were chocolate. I liked the cake I saw as we came in. It had a dark brown chocolate out side with mountains of white cream on the top and a bunch of little fruits like strawberries. I didn’t want to eat it, I just liked the way it looked.
We sat down at one of the tables in the back, away from the real big, long tables with lots of people at them. The tables were only able to seat four so we had to sit apart from the adults. I sat next to Catherine and Aidan and across from Kevin who kept making weird faces at me to make me say something but I didn’t. It made him make even uglier faces until his mom saw him and yelled at him. He looked at me like it was my fault but I pretended not to notice. He knew I did.
Kevin ordered pizza. I ordered pizza. We all ordered pizza.
Then I saw the angry Cuban. But He wasn’t angry any more. He was sitting at the table next to ours. It was in the corner. He was talking with some woman who was eating with him. She was much younger than he was. This time the angry Cuban was wearing glasses and was fatter.
-- What’s wrong? Kevin asked.
Then I told him that that was the angry Cuban. He looked and said it wasn’t, that I was stupid. I swore it was. We argued about it the whole night, even after the angry Cuban and the woman left. I was glad he didn’t see me as he walked out. We ate a lot of pizza that night and I wondered if I’d ever see that angry Cuban again.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I put the villain in villainele
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
Pious adherents to word and to letter,
You pray with mouth-opened cries and litanies.
Your heterodox tenets and prescribed decrees.
May satisfy Moses but not for the better.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
Swear not by the temple, nor by its treasuries,
Do not go by ‘Rabbi’, you are not ‘Master’.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
Ecclesiastical princes and royalties,
You may sink like a stone along with your neck fetter.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
We three rule the mountains and silence the seas,
We see your hearts, we know your cups’ lackluster.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
You know their precepts, you know their decrees.
If of Sabbath and man, God prefers the latter,
Then take straight to Him and bypass these jockeys.
Pious adherents to word and to letter,
You pray with mouth-opened cries and litanies.
Your heterodox tenets and prescribed decrees.
May satisfy Moses but not for the better.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
Swear not by the temple, nor by its treasuries,
Do not go by ‘Rabbi’, you are not ‘Master’.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
Ecclesiastical princes and royalties,
You may sink like a stone along with your neck fetter.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
We three rule the mountains and silence the seas,
We see your hearts, we know your cups’ lackluster.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
You know their precepts, you know their decrees.
If of Sabbath and man, God prefers the latter,
Then take straight to Him and bypass these jockeys.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Fairy Tale
Once Upon A Time...
In a great forest far to the north, there lived a huge evergreen tree whose branches were much larger than those of all theother trees. His emense trunk streched high above the other trees and he had a great many more green needles than did the other trees.
This tree, however, was overly prideful of his beauty and size. "I must be the biggest tree in the whole world", he exclaimed to the other trees. "No tree will ever be as tall or and strong or as green as I am," he crowed. "Be very carefull", warned the old grandfather tree. "If you become to boastful, one snowy day you shall no longer be tall and green. You will be made low," he told the contieted coniferous. But the great tree paid no attention to his elder.
One snowy day, some woodsmen, like small elves, came deep into the forest carrying shinning axes. They chopped down the great tree, tied up his huge branches, and dragged the braggard away. Horrified, this formerly great tree now made low prayed to God crying, "Please God, let me be as tall and as beautiful as I once was! I am sorry for my pride."
Eventually, the woodsmen brought the evergreen to the center of a small town. There, they lifted him up and all of the towns people decorated him. They sang songs and crowned the tree with and golden star. Now, he was made to be more beautiful and glorious than he had ever been before. He thanked God and cried at his new-found joy.
In a great forest far to the north, there lived a huge evergreen tree whose branches were much larger than those of all theother trees. His emense trunk streched high above the other trees and he had a great many more green needles than did the other trees.
This tree, however, was overly prideful of his beauty and size. "I must be the biggest tree in the whole world", he exclaimed to the other trees. "No tree will ever be as tall or and strong or as green as I am," he crowed. "Be very carefull", warned the old grandfather tree. "If you become to boastful, one snowy day you shall no longer be tall and green. You will be made low," he told the contieted coniferous. But the great tree paid no attention to his elder.
One snowy day, some woodsmen, like small elves, came deep into the forest carrying shinning axes. They chopped down the great tree, tied up his huge branches, and dragged the braggard away. Horrified, this formerly great tree now made low prayed to God crying, "Please God, let me be as tall and as beautiful as I once was! I am sorry for my pride."
Eventually, the woodsmen brought the evergreen to the center of a small town. There, they lifted him up and all of the towns people decorated him. They sang songs and crowned the tree with and golden star. Now, he was made to be more beautiful and glorious than he had ever been before. He thanked God and cried at his new-found joy.
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