Archive | October, 2012

Observation #365,012

29 Oct

When you have bars on the windows of your house you tend to get used to them, but it scares other people away.

Sending a mixed message

And that’s the idea right? To protect yourself and what’s inside from what is outside.

If you’ve been living with them for any length of time, you probably don’t even see them anymore. Most of the time you just look right through them, especially when you are looking out on a beautiful landscape. And if you want to take a picture you only have to maneuver slightly so that the rest of the world doesn’t know you’re looking out from behind them.

But people who have never been to your house before will notice. In fact, it may be the first thing they see. They might wonder why and sometimes even ask but usually it just causes a general feeling of fear that they will not address and you won’t realize you should.

I have bars on the windows of the house where I live, but I didn’t put them there. I tell people it’s okay. It’s just so the monkeys can’t get in during the night because we sleep with the windows open. I tell them they won’t even notice after a few days. But I know it’s not for the monkeys, and so do they.

I tell myself it’s okay because they’re the kind that are slender and ornate and match the trim around the windows. And in reality, if someone really wanted to get in they could. They would just have to try a bit harder. And bring some tools.

They’re not the kind that block huge swaths of reality from view. And if they were to be removed, I don’t think it would leave much permanent damage. Just a little fading like when a picture has been hanging in the same spot on the wall for a while.

There are people who need these bars; who like them and think that every house should have them. That you’re asking for big trouble if you don’t have them.

There are people who have been hurt so many times they can’t imagine living in a house without bars on the windows.

But I’m not one of those people. This is not my house. I just live in it. Still, I’m strangely comforted by the bars. I wouldn’t have them removed. I understand about the monkeys and the other things that can come in the night while we sleep. I’ve seen some things would scare some people into living willingly behind bars. But I’m not one of them. Like I said, I just live here. If it was my house I wouldn’t have put them up to begin with, but since they’re here you know, might as well make the best of it.

Have a great week,
The Observer

Nuevos palabras/New words

29 Oct

Knowledge – the way I learned to spell this word is by remembering the phrase “know the ledge” which I always pictured in my mind as something to stand at the edge of gazing down or out depending on my mood.

Somehow, just knowing the ledge made it perfectly acceptable to be there. I often enjoy the view.

Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn’t be better for everyone involved if no one ever got to know too much about anything, especially the ledge.

conocimiento
knowledge, awareness, knowing, consciousness, familiarity, cognizance

Remember

27 Oct

Remember

Way back then

when I dipped my

big toe in the chocolate

fondue pot and it was all

feng shui in the house we built

around love but I got squirmy ‘cause

it felt too good like that day you tried to

eat it all the way home little piggy style so I got

us a school girl giggle with misspelling who loved cupcakes

even when the jump rope tied to your leg

rendered it inoperable, sooner or now and later

we were tired of wrestling as the floor arched

golden between 67 and 73 was about as high

as we could get before the cavities, after

shots shocked chock-full of cancer

or was it the twins who had

to come to my own conclusions

about whether or not we’d have

room for a view

if we said?

I do.

Best Coffee Ever

26 Oct

You drilled a hole in my head this morning

fresh ground just barely

boiling you pressed

your forehead against

the mines, our minds

quarried

parece las piedras preciosas

con leche

and honey,

there’s nothing cliche about that

Piedras

Mine the heart, mind the head.

Tears and Smiles

24 Oct

When life seems to be a lot like the weather in a tropical rainforest – an abundance of sunlight, followed by a torrential rain – we can be grateful that just happens to be the ideal environment for growth.Finca Organica de Carla y Eduardo

Our most powerful virtues require solomente: Strength

24 Oct

Why is it that all the strongest virtues (patience, forgiveness, faith, prudence, fortitude) which require no action at all are the hardest to practice?

Lago Arenal nubes

Muchos cielos

20 Oct

Enchanted Rant

Sometimes a painting is just a painting. Sometimes it’s more. Sometimes it speaks when you stop long enough to listen. Sometimes you recognize it in a crowd of strangers as a potential friend. Sometimes you meet and sit and after a while you realize you’ve found a life-long connection. That’s how it was with The Turnip and me.

And that’s how it was sitting for Seth among the titanic greek columns of Mr. Santikos’ Palladium Theater/Bar where he is showing his art work and painting in the forward-thinking gallery spawned by the success of The Wonderland of America’s Bijou Theater, where his fiancée Rebecca Coffey is showing her art to movie goers who may or may not be intentionally seeking more from their entertainment than Hollywood has to offer. Can we just go to the movie now? Not yet, I’m still looking!

So, tell me how this works. What do I…

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