Rainy Monday!

Dear beauteous and well-groomed blog-reading audiences, hello! It is a Monday morning and I am typing this lines to you surreptitiously from my perch at the day job where again I am assaulted by rivers of banal conversation (sample, just overheard: "Oh my God, this dry erase pen really rocks!") and rivers of fragrances, most of the putrid variety as factotums and corporate slaves microwave their coffee or their Jimmy Dean Breakfast Bowls and gobble their bananas ceaselessly, like so many garden monkeys. Well, as I have said to you about one-million and one-half times, I am an artist and I should not have to work so moments like this really activate a sort of office-rage in me. But we don't need to go there because you know where I stand on that issue and further, how it makes me feel.

Let me instead bring in a new modality of conversation and that regards the weather: rain. Buckets and sheets of gooey rain came a'rainin' down this morning early-like. I awoke in the autumn dawn, face down on the sofa, dvd still frozen on that triumphant frame at the end of "the mirror has two faces" where that lady runs out into the street to tell that man not to go. (side note: what can I say, I am an artist and I won't prejudge what I take into my body artistically speaking but I can hear you sneering from here about that movie. Well, I love it. So there). My bigger point - and I do have one - is that the rain awoke me.

Is there anything more like angels crying on your shoulder than rain-drops? It's one of those questions that can't be answered.

Delectable Monday: A Promise

Today Monday is playful with me, rubbing me under my chin like I am a good servant but also giving me hints of goodness, like the promise of perfection akin to a freshly-purchased chewy granola bar. This is how good it feels to be here in this planet on the present day. I am announcing this to you!!!

My 'day off' last week afforded me a rare perspective and allowed me to look inside my own head and heart, an introspection of epic and sonic proportion. A deep and penetrating inventory, not dissimilar to a body probe or colonoscopy, where it hurts yes, but afterwards you have discovered beautiful things about your self, your body, your world. I came to realize - after all those waffles - that there are certain things I enjoy about being alive. Waffles are one of them. Myself is the other. There is no enriching gift to yourself like your own self. Go on and look in the mirror and then begin to create art. It's the only way!

See You Next Tuesday!

Waffles on Wednesday: The Arrival!

Good sweet morning to you my friends! I have recently arisen. Today, as you most likely are not aware, I have the day off from work. This is a cost saving measure wherein once a week people whom are classified as 'support staff', such as me your humble blog creator and reporter-on-all-things-Taffy, is - are given one day per month to go off and enjoy themselves and boost morale. This is an unpaid day and has the further indignity of counting as a vacation day so HR is bleeding me of vacation while at the same time gift-wrapping it and setting it delicately upon my lap. Put another way: I am enjoying myself today!!!

I woke up and decided - after the furious glory of yesterday's post might give indication of - that perhaps I might side-step the usual breakfast intake (microwave burrito) and explore some of the other bounty that Mother Nature has plopped from her womb onto the planet: which is to say I had waffles!! So freaking good!!! I dove into a plate of them, literally. My face and fingers right now are smeared and dripping with maple sauce but I don't mind. How could one mind really especially when they had put something flacky and delicate into their body, listening to the beautiful rumbles and gurgles as it made its way through canals and corridors?

Also, it's easy to make. It breaks down like this - first you open the carton of microwave waffles, then you put it in the microwave, when it comes out you slather it with their homestyle maple syrup and a hunk of it's-really-not-butter. let it melt for a second and then dive your face into it! Literally! How on earth can the rest of my Wednesday measure up? Anyone? Anyone?

Burritos Were His Muse: Tuesday!

I woke up this morning, like I do most mornings. Swimming in the forefront of my consciousness was the thought of a burrito, slathered with tapatilo sauce and squirting out cheese like so many gooey rainbits. Long-time readers of this blog are well aquainted with the notion that a burrito is among my favorite group of foods, if not the favorite group. I don't believe that I can name a day - even when i was in county lock-up last month - where a burrito did not enter me. And that's a fact.

I keep hearing about this slow, local food movement but I don't know of anything slower or more local than buying a carton of microwave burritos at the plaid pantry down on the corner. I mean, think about it: I am contributing to the local economy and paying for the salaries of the burrito-makers, the burrito-packagers, and the man who drove the truck to bring them to my mouth. That's a lot of people I'm paying for!!

Monday: Wasp-Stinging Rear-ward!

Yes my friends, a thousand times yes. Today the sun was a glistening orb in the guzzling sky and rain clouds threatened me but moved on as if to say "not today good sir! you carry on and continue creating songcraft and light and spread it across the world like so much savory nut butter". Sweet reprieves are wonderful things to receive: they provide you with the information that whatever you did or are doing is correct and appropriate. My point, as behooves the title of this post, is that I feel like i've been stung on the backside by a hive of angry wasps and I am now running away from them and toward the arms of Destiny.

To be more specific: things have quieted for ol' Taffy since "Dr" Albert Tubman took leave of me. I learned a lot from our interlude certainly. I think I've addressed some of those items in previous posts so I won't start testing your patients by doing it again. Here is a laundry list things that have rained out of the sky on me since he departed: furniture is back, check. able to buy groceries again, check. job is boring as usual bursting with people who think they know all about life and living since they can afford a mortgage or an electric car but who don't appreciate the simplicities of life like apples or buckets of fried chicken, check. a gorgeous honey-haired creature interning at the reception desk, check. Taffy mothereffing McKittrick about to unleash a malestrom of songs and bewitching tunes on top of your face like a turkey pot pie slathered with country-gravy, check!!!!

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