Yesterday, my day consisted of getting new tires, searching for live crickets, buying live silkworms instead, trying to talk to the rackin-frackin insurance company, dealing with a daughter who keeps pooping in her underwear, working on art projects for Father's Day, watching part or all of three world cup games (we're sad Cameroon lost), going on a handful of errands (including one that earned me a beer with a favorite family), completing and mailing next school year's enrollment forms, and feeding people.
No wonder I am dizzy.
This past Sunday, we drove five hours, 2.5 hours into the foothills for a birthday party and 2.5 hours back. Once again, my love for farmland and foothills was re-affirmed and strengthened. It's absolutely beautiful out there in the middle of nowhere.
The linguist Geoff Nunberg, a professor at Cal, did a radio essay yesterday on the NPR program Fresh Air about how haiku has been all over twitter. You can listen to it here:
I do not twitter, but I like playing around with haiku. So here are two, inspired by my last couple of days.
Haiku for a Busy Day
Much to take care of:
Bank, friends, forms, art, food, futbol.
Done. Good and dizzy.
Haiku for a Road Trip to the Countryside, Where I Wish I Lived
Miles take me there.
Landscape lulls me to silence.
But I don't sleep there.
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14 June 2010
Dizzy
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2 comments:
I've read some twaikus
some are really pretty good
others, not so much
Ok, that's awesome. Thanks for playing along. Me, I'm not a twitter-er, or tweeter, or whatever. Should I become one?
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