1. The bounty of the sea: Oysters, Black Cod a/k/a Sablefish, Sockeye Salmon, Halibut, Trout, Rockfish, Cod, Scallops, Shrimp, Mussels, Squid, Clams, Barnacles, Crab, Lobster, Abalone, Mackerel, Tuna, Ahi, Steelhead, Octopus, Catfish, Grouper, Monkfish, Sardine, Sea Bass, Skate, and Bluefish.
2. The Birds. I love them all--their songs, their flight, and their antics--but then, I've never been dive-bombed by a P.O.'d crow. My son Colum told us a story tonight about how he had to change his walking route home a year or two ago, because one crow had him in its gunsight. He literally had to start walking home on a different street. Then Del told us that a professor at the U (I don't know if it was his professor) has studied crows, and they actually meet up and somehow trade notes on people. He also said that if a crow has it in for you that the crow's offspring will also seek you out, given the opportunity.
3. Folks who work to keep people alive at Crisis Clinics and on hotlines. I did this at The Sixth Chamber and the Crisis Clinic for a year and a half, and it was maybe the hardest thing I've ever done. But when you reel one person back, or at least buy them some time, it makes your heart sing. The hard part was that most of the time you never knew if you made a difference or not. Thank you to all those people who keep on keeping on. . .especially those of you who come back from the brink.
The Drug Enforcement Agencyuses some strange patches in its divisions. The Cocaine Intelligence Unit's patch includes an image of the Grim Reaper, holding an hourglass into which cocaine is being poured. There's also a depiction of an old school, cartoon-style bomb underneath the Reaper.
2) Everyone who has ever picked up a pencil, pen, paintbrush, airbrush, palette knife, computer, sculptor's chisel, crayon, pastel, spray paint, scratch pen, lithograph crayon, charcoal, or silk screen to commit life or their imagination to paper, screen, canvas, wood, Masonite, clay, or stone;
3) You, friends, associates, co-workers, neighbors, and friends of friends.
There is a "thing" going around social media circles, where you list three things you are grateful for for a week. The gratitude challenge was assigned me by Pegeen White. I'm not going to tag anyone, but if you want to do it, give it a shot in the comments here, or on Facebook. today I am grateful for:
My mom, Guy, Loa, Cathy and Jeremy; my surviving Jones and Brummet cousins, James, Jimmy, Kevin, Leslie, Laurie, David, and Susannah.
The Currans, too numerous to enumerate (around 130 people or so). My entire Brummet/Jones side includes just the twelve people named above (plus my nuclear family, listed yesterday).
Puget Sound, an every day presence in our lives in North Beach, with the crisp salt breezes, foghorns, sea lions barking, Olympic Mountains, boats, and heartbreakingly beautiful sunsets.
I just saw on Mashablethat there are 62 Lego pieces for every person on this sweet green sphere.
This made me wonder. Not from Mashable: There are 10,000,000,000,000,000 ants alive at any time, or, roughly 143,000 per person. Insects.com and answer.com say there are at least 1.5 million ants per person, according to various scientists. Info.com says the number is one million. Chacha.com says (with no supporting facts) that "For every 700 million ants that come into this world, there are only 40 human beings," or, 700,000,000 / 40 = 17,500,000 a/k/a seven teen million, five hundred thousand. Whether it's 143,000 or 17,500,000, that's a buttload of cooties.
By Jack Brummet There is a thing going around social media circles, where you list three things you are grateful for for a week. The Gratitude challenge was assigned me by Pegeen White. I'm not going to tag anyone, but if you want to do it, give it a shot. Day One is easy: 1) Keelin:
I don't know how widely this has been passed around, but this speech is pretty stunning. It almost seems like she's riding a poly-drug cocktail, maybe a couple of Xanax, a few martinis, and God knows what else. Early on, she makes a joke about "inhaling" in Colorado. And it just came out yesterday that she and some family members were at and involved in a drunken brawl in Wasilla, where Todd got a broken nose and some other family members engaged in fisticuffs.
It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenes,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams. ---o0o---
In remaining unblinded
The enemy without,
the traitor within,
Beating in your chest.
We like to believe
We could endure anything for five minutes
But that theory, cooked up
In your hermetic study or bedroom,
Comes apart at the seams
When you imagine being on fire