Signifying nothing

So there you are looking at the screen again It's simple. It's an obituary.  It would be what  The family would put in stone if cutting into Stone didn't cost so much.   So there you are, straining for something to Type in the blinking blinking blinking box And you think how you could say what a  Humanitarian the blinking blinking blinking Person was But There should be some reasonable outcome  But there isn't.   You can't and you won't So you don't. And then it comes to you  You didn't really dislike the person Well you did But you'll have to let it slide Slide Slide Slide And then you worry that no one will Mourn  You.

I confused dates And put 32 on a social Network posting. I confused my age And lost something of you In that because I realized I realized that I had not Thought of you For months Or years Surely not 33 years Maybe just 32 months Or 32 days Or 32 hours Or 33 minutes You weren't haunting me On the parapet demanding Revenge You were lost to my Confusion Dad The post, which I quickly Deleted stirred some interest From social network friends Some acquaintances some Second hand some First hand But I deleted it because It was a silly thing to share And I was wrong about the Year Being acquainted with the Ins and outs of social Networking I removed you and I removed me And then we're gone Both of us. I've always wanted to never Have to answer Gertrude's Question. Maybe someday.

I was doing a tad bit of Internet research on cabbage growing techniques and came across  '98 Thoughts On “Growing Cabbage"'on a web site.  The "98 Thoughts" thing was just the clever  way for the blogger to indicate comments on the posting, but it sure sounds like a challenge to me! Bam! 98 Thoughts on Growing Cabbage Sew your cabbages in February, when the sun passes into Pices.  Not Gemini, mind you because that would be way too late.  If you are in a southern clime, that won't work for you at all.  Try October.  Libra?  Is that the right sign?   Note that cabbage seeda look like radish seed or like mustard seed or like turnip seed.  The seeds look alike because cabbages, radish, mustard, turnip, brocoli, kohlrabi, and cauliflower are all members of the brassica family.  That spiciness you taste in mustard is the same chemical that is found in all brassicas --even the bland (blanched) cauliflower.  Treat them a...

One I am in a white Ford Taurus with my sister.  She is saying something.  I say something back.  There is music playing.  The music is vague, but I recall, now, that one of my earliest memories is of her driving our metallic blue Ford Falcon and singing along to "Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog." She drives on.  We are on Redwood Road--a broad road, with a flat open treeless expanse around us of random houses and strip malls. I am adult me.  She morphs from her eighteen-year-old self to her middle age. And then, suddenly, ahead, there is a parade.  The marching band owns our lane. She accelerates. The flag twirlers spot our car and, screaming, bustle to the roadside, flags dragging behind. The band breaks before us in a cacophony of terror.  Trumpets and trombones fly into the air. "They need to get out of the way!"  my sister exclaims, hitting the accelerator. I think we clip one of the girls as we pass.  I try to t...

All hell broke loose when the Muscari sisters showed up to the dance. Originally uploaded by Clint Gardner

While I was sojourning the British Isles, the old URL for Signifying nothing  (signifyingnothing.com) came up for renewal.  I knew that it was going to happen, but in my literal rush to get the hell out of town--I slept past my alarm on the day of my flight out after finishing up a rather taxing semester and came this close to missing my flight--I neglected to do so. No worries , I thought, I'll do it when I get back . More famous last italicized words, it would seem. When I returned from the adventure in nearly mid January, after having spent a whirlwind trip in a dark, cold, yet absolutely enthralling Atlantic Archipelago , I rushed back into a new semester, and gave little thought to my little webby friend, and, having experienced the soul-crushing realization that exchanged rates suck, I wasn't about to plonk down one more Euro.  My previous domain name provider, you see, was based in France.   Not one red euro-cent shall I provide to the economy of Europe!...