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Time To Be Koi, Roy

It is the eve of Election Day. Like so many others, I am anxious. I’d like to give my heart and brain a respite from their own constant buzzing. Brain, I say, chill out. Heart, stop thumpering so. Remember that you are full of hope, actually. Think about the least buzzy-est thing you can think of, and meditate on that. And stop rolling your eyes, and tightening your fists for a second, would you? Think of… hmmm… fish…?

Yes, think of those bright koi you saw last week at the St. Louis botanical gardens. Think of those fish, wimpling silently, brocading dark water. Whisper their names: Kumonryu, Nine Tattooed Dragons. Asagi, Spring Onion Color. Kikokuryu, Sparkle. Remember how their scales shimmered, how they glowed, mimicking the falling sycamore leaves. Think how brief the time is that a fish could hide among leaves; how brief any time is in the end. Remember how they came to you, a string of beacons, across the pond, to your very fingertips. And breathe again.

In Japanese, koi is a homophone–a word that is pronounced the same as another word, but has a different meaning–for love. Which I suppose is what I was talking about all along.


“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculite patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
                                                                       –Cormac McCarthy, final paragraph from The Road

And also…
Koi to the world. All the boys and girls. Koi to the fishes in the deep blue sea. 
Koi to you and me…

Dogs and Cats, Living Together!

I used to have this poster hanging on my kitchen wall, in all its full pastel glory. Imagine my surprise and delight to find it in sticker-form, plastered to the back of a traffic sign on Belmont.

Look how well we can all get along if we try!

Speaking of evolution and love… check out the sweetest little song ever:
Baby, It All Led to You by song-a-day dude, Jonathan Mann.

Sometime in the ocean of goop and fire and heat
Little one celled organisms learned a new way to eat
They started reproducing
They started doing their thing
And baby, it all led to you…

Signs, Signs, Everywhere There’s Signs…

After so much tragedy, I bring you a little humor, to lighten the heart:

Part Two in awesome New Zealand signage…

Yeah, yeah, everyone loves bacon…

If anyone has any ideas why someone thought this was an appropriate
mural for a bathroom wall, I am all ears. The semi-automatic bayonet,
the muff top, the trio of growling, Cerebus-like yap dogs… fascinating.

More like Psycho-time Creeper Cones

If Tears for Fears did construction

How to make that exclamation point look like a club

Cookie Monster’s lesser-known crackhead cousin, “Cokey”

And yet they keep trying

After the shocking failure of Norbit II, Eddie Murphy’s career takes an even darker turn

Sometimes the value of punctuation is immeasurable
(Sorry, I couldn’t resist)
The opposite of encouragement