Saturday, March 31, 2012

Poetry Friday: Wonder







A List of Thoughts for the Day

Naked wonder worn.
An august muse
shrouded in the whimsy of
its empire.

An inkling,
droplet of detection at
the tip of a fountain's
smart point.

Staccato sparks
rapid fire notion assault
jamming up the traffic flow.
Mental clot.

Cerebral review,
a slow meander
through forests of tall tales
exactly as remembered.

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And another wonder:

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

You're Too Old!


LEGO art by Nathan Sawaya exhibit at The Stamford Museum & Nature Center

Recently my husband received a comment on his Youtube page about his videos using LEGO bricks to make prototype robots.  The comment basically said, Aren't you too old for LEGOs?

I could go on and on just about LEGOs but the thing is, why does anyone have to be too old for anything?  Case in point, I love to swing.  It makes me feel young and full of possibilities.  What's wrong with that?  As long as the swing doesn't break of course.  I know there are many adult women who collect dolls - how is that any different than using LEGOs as an adult?  What about comic books and action figures?  Tons of adults buy comics and action figures.  They're not being childish.  There are some things I don't buy into but that doesn't mean other people shouldn't.  I'm not big on cosplay, but why shouldn't someone else be?

When people try to tell someone they are too old for something, I think there is something underlying there.  Perhaps a need to feel superior?  Perhaps a fear of looking stupid?  Whatever the reason, in my book it's just plain silly to try to pigeon hole people or activities.  If fingerpainting were something only children do, we'd miss out on a vast amount of great art.

If RC cars were only for kids, we wouldn't have some pretty awesome robots which are going to change the world for the better.


So chill out and maybe have some fun instead of worrying about age appropriate rules.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Poetry Friday Word

Isn't technology fascinating?  Specifically I was thinking about how it has changed language and even the way we look at language.  Twenty years ago if you asked someone what a LOL was or LOL cat they would have thought you were insane.  In more recent changes, the words tweet and pin have taken on whole new meanings. Then there are the words that never existed before now like wordle or facebook.  I love language.  This time in history I think could affect lovers of words and language in two distinct ways.  Either they're going to hate this or they're going to love this.  I love it.  I am thoroughly fascinated by the rapid changes in communication we see happening, and I wonder often what will come next that we hadn't expected.

And at this point in this post, you might be wondering what the heck the word for Poetry Friday is.  I wonder if you could guess?  Or might I just say that is it any wonder that I would pick this particular word?

I wonder.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Poetry Friday: Glow





Vital I

counter height of yours
could intimidate me.
counter countering my small.
my small which was never small.
hallowed smell of your low-pile
carpets. carpets of any pile
piled up steps of sanctimonious.
songs of a piano
but never the pianist.
songs sung in every key
at every lip and every keyhole
songs of the key-dom.
building a building full of
made up reverence.
a reverence built on buildings
of words.
words that hurt, that stupefy
that coddle.
words that force honor
on the few. there is the few and
then there is few. here is few.
you're blocking my glow.
an epic glow extending beyond
the crush of control.
control of no one for this one.
this I, this no, this know.
Decision Maker I.
Lover I. Vital I.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Meet and Greet

Allow me to introduce the newest member of our family.

This is Spock.  He's a Wire Fox Terrier.  He's just turned 8 weeks old and he's quite a little character.  He's very quiet, an excellent trait.  He fits right in here at our geeky little home.  We're excited to share our love and home with him.


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Newbies and Stores That Love Them


When you are passionate about something do you keep it to yourself?  Not usually.  When you meet someone else as passionate as you, is it a turn off?  Not usually.  So why then are there places where hobbyists do not welcome the obvious future hobbyists, children?

Recently GeekMom wrote about a store in the Cleveland, Ohio area which does welcome children, a comic book store.  They've even instituted Take Your Kid to the Comic Shop Day.  Over the last two years, we've become interested in electronics.  As a newbie, the local electronics store was a candy shop full of unfamiliar flavors.  Unfortunately, there are two types of clerks at this store: ones that love helping newbies and ones that don't.  I was lucky enough to be introduced to electronics through one of the clerks who loves helping newbies, but my husband had more than one occasion of being utterly frustrated with the pure lack of interest in helping him figure out components he needed or how something worked by two of those that don't love helping newbies.  He almost stopped going there.

In an age when practically everything can be bought online, it is understandable when local shops plead for support.  However, a store that tolerates employees who systematically spurn, ridicule or just plain look down their noses at the very customers supporting them will die.  We've noticed of late that this particular store has changed some, less of those that don't like helping customers are there now.  But one thing that remains is the basic lack of understanding of children and why every store should welcome them.  Children may not have buying power now, but they will and believe me, they remember how they're treated.  Also, if you have a parent bringing their children into a place like that and showing them around, it's not because they couldn't get a babysitter most of the time.  It is because they want to share their passion with their children.  Children whose parents do that often appreciate that passion and take it up in time.

Any business that wants to survive the onslaught of online buying power, cheaper rates through bulk internet shops, needs to be more personable.  What a local store offers is the personal experience, the ability to meet with someone face to face, to receive advice and knowledge.  In the past it may have been enough to provide a large stock.  Now, that won't fly.  All local shops need to recognize that what they offer is an experience.  If they are willing to buy into that model and give the customer memories of a good time when in their store, they will ensure themselves customers for life, and word of mouth will make a difference in their customer base, which should always include the future buyers of their community: children.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Poetry Friday Again

Hey, let's do a Poetry Friday!

Every morning my husband and I have a little ritual that if we don't do it, we feel wrong all day. It's one of those insignificant things to the world outside our marriage, but integral to the way we start our day and remind ourselves why we're together. When he leaves for work, I stand in the window and when the car is out of the driveway, he stops and we wave and blow each other a kiss. You see, totally saccharin isn't it? But we love it and like I said, if for some reason we don't do it, we just feel off all day.

This morning as I was waiting in the window for the car to pull down the drive I happened to look up into the sky where the moon had ineffectually hidden behind a bare tree. This morning the moon barely revealed itself like a painfully modest woman, unable to blossom out of her comfort of receding into walls and clothes and bangs. Just a sliver of it shone. I began to think about how we romanticize the moon. Why? The sun is so much warmer, giving us the kinder part of the day. We associate love with heat and passion with fire, but we always think of the moon, the marbly cool moon when we think of romance. And yet the moon distances itself from us, aloof and blue, refusing to acknowledge the light of day. Is this how we view love and romance? Is this a harken to the game of cat and mouse the moon plays between earth and the sun, as many new lovers toy with each other? This sliver of the moon I saw, it practically sparkled. For all its modesty, it needed to be seen in some brilliantly serene light. What is it about that glow, the glow we attribute to early love, the beginnings of a marriage, newness?



And glow stuck. Glow spoke of its relationship with night, with a need to beat darkness. To glow, to shine, to reveal yourself in the softest light possible.

Friday, March 02, 2012

Poetry Friday: Bull

Something to Seek

Somewhere in middle age
she lost that thing.
She walks across the floor
of bulls at machines,
the mirrors of her
mental image
no longer offering
the reflection she remembers.
All the looking glasses
have grown lines she never maps.
She seeks something to seek.
She doesn't want to be grounded
in any kind of wise
she'd rather take to the blue of 
wings and parachutes
and clasp expanse in the prison
of her human need to reach.