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Monday, January 5, 2009
Zen Monday: #30
Zen Monday's the day you experience the photo and tell us what you think, rather than me telling you what the photo's about. There's no right or wrong. If the photo evokes something in you, that's all it is.
The geek in me thought R^11, dead, dwaat does that mean?
I filtered through a few versions of alt-hikers comment and marleys.
Then saw it CLEARLY. It is not a rock, but the head of a bear, knocked off the body (been bashed about a bit)...mushy pieces laying about everywhere (those aren't leaves or eucalyptus strips), don't ASK what the green stuff is---bear juice? The marking on the ground is just coincidental marking my Pasadena Water & Power notating that the one summer I was supposed to be filling pot-holes for them, they had a 12" pipe that was doa.
Today we have everything from, how you say? Dirk Diggler, to Trish's bizarre flight of bear-bashing, to a bit of superstition on the part of Destitute Rebel. And Lynn started with what seemed like a non-sequitur, but I love it. It's just weird enough.
Thank you all! I check in all day and enjoy your comments. It's our first Zen Monday of 2009 and it's made me feel all fuzzy and happy.
Petrea: not really, although I do prefer digital in general.
Somehow, between the 12" (vinyl), "Dead" and the rock/skull, that image strikes me as something the Grateful Dead would have used to sell a new album online.
But after two attempts, I just gave up looking for a clever way to say it.
That poor man. Those marshmallows served on the hot chocolate are lethal! Don't touch that one; it's evidence.
ReplyDeleteDeath to the ruler! Viva la metric system!
ReplyDeleteWow - I got NOTHING. Me! O_O
ReplyDeleteMy mind is going.... I can feel it.
Daisy, Daisy, Give me you answer...
The ancient Indian burial ground is barely a feet underground. This is perfect site for a new condo development.
ReplyDeleteI said 12" BEAD.
ReplyDeleteHe was very specific. The only epitaph he wanted was "12 inches." He said you'd know what it meant.
ReplyDeleteStoned to death.
ReplyDeleteGrateful.
ReplyDeleteiPods rule!
ReplyDeleteKarin - Nice one!
ReplyDeleteI love 'altadenahiker" version of it.
ReplyDeleteI don't have anything.
death comes quickly. every 12 inches (or is it feet? i get the meanings of the marks mixed up). carpe diem + cool looking stone.
ReplyDeleteany closer and you are a dead man.
ReplyDeleteDon't be hasty. Vinyl LPs are coming back, I've heard.
ReplyDeleteScary message!!! I won't have taken a photo, who know what might happen.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Ted. I've been sick and my brain cells have turned to mush. I've got nothing!
ReplyDeleteBut I do have enough to wish you all a Happy New Year!
I think all my good ones are taken.
ReplyDeleteThe geek in me thought R^11, dead, dwaat does that mean?
I filtered through a few versions of alt-hikers comment and marleys.
Then saw it CLEARLY. It is not a rock, but the head of a bear, knocked off the body (been bashed about a bit)...mushy pieces laying about everywhere (those aren't leaves or eucalyptus strips), don't ASK what the green stuff is---bear juice? The marking on the ground is just coincidental marking my Pasadena Water & Power notating that the one summer I was supposed to be filling pot-holes for them, they had a 12" pipe that was doa.
whew! my work is done!
Something involving Dirk Diggler?
ReplyDeleteI accuse Colonel Mustard with a rock in the back alley...
ReplyDeleteIt means I'm dead, P, unless u ck your email soon!
ReplyDeleteMaybe someone's foot fell asleep.
ReplyDeleteGrateful that the days of analog are past, Cliff?
ReplyDeleteToday we have everything from, how you say? Dirk Diggler, to Trish's bizarre flight of bear-bashing, to a bit of superstition on the part of Destitute Rebel. And Lynn started with what seemed like a non-sequitur, but I love it. It's just weird enough.
Thank you all! I check in all day and enjoy your comments. It's our first Zen Monday of 2009 and it's made me feel all fuzzy and happy.
the rock slammer strikes again!!
ReplyDeleteFoot—get it? Foot …?
ReplyDeleteTrish has deep eyesight....
ReplyDeleteAhhaaH! Bernie. Very funny! Sorry for the thickness of my skull.
ReplyDeleteEmail me, please, the locals have a question for you.
Pascal Jim, Trish may have deep eyesight, but she's not called magiceye. Slam!
ReplyDeleteI do adore Zen Monday, Petrea!
ReplyDeletePetrea: not really, although I do prefer digital in general.
ReplyDeleteSomehow, between the 12" (vinyl), "Dead" and the rock/skull, that image strikes me as something the Grateful Dead would have used to sell a new album online.
But after two attempts, I just gave up looking for a clever way to say it.
Zen Monday adores you, Lynn!
ReplyDeleteCliff, my skull can be as thick as that rock sometimes.
We caught the 10" alive.
ReplyDeleteMiss Havisham keeps statistics.
ReplyDeleteToo many dead in Gaza. (Sorry I know I'm late)
ReplyDeletePetrea: Nah. I was being obscure, something I excel at. Next week I'll communicate better.
ReplyDeleteLove the Ice Box, by the way.