The Lexicon Artists

2020 - Year in Review Pater Familias Fav H Show: Haikyuu!!   H has been into this for a while, and we started watching this together recently.  I really love how the show emphasizes friendship and teamwork.   Fav J: J's gotten into these videos of kids playing with their toys, but the upside is that they inspire her to play with her own toys. Fav New Food: During the summer M cooked food from different countries, and it was amazing, especially the Cambodian dish ( Amok Trei ) she made. Fav Date Night Outing:  Because of COVID19, we ordered French cuisine from La Fresa Francesa in Hialeah and ate it in our backyard.  Magnifique!   TV Fav Thing Netflix Show:  The Sarah Cooper Special Everything's Fine completely captures the mess that was 2020.  It's like a two-hour meme that is relentless but hilarious. Fav Actor: T'Nia Miller in her role as Hannah in The Haunting of Bly Manor.  Her performance was as beautiful as it was haunting.   Fav TV Show (Cable): [Tie]   - Comm

  The chicken lays stretched out on the cool grey morning pavement of the turnpike. Its white ribs are exposed to the new sun, and its still eyes uselessly stare at the violet and azure sky filled with multi-tiered clouds. Five minutes from now Willie will drive past the chicken. He will slightly jerk his steering wheel to the right to avoid the chicken because he a) doesn't want his wheel to touch dead flesh and spatter remains onto his undercarriage. . . b) someone somewhere told him that santeros (or is it brujeros ) leave chickens on the road to transfer the sins of a client onto the person who touches it.   If Willie would have been paying more attention, he would have recalled that someone somewhere specifically mentioned that the dead chickens are always left at intersections or crossroads. He would have also recalled the importance that crossroads have been given.   It is on the crossroads that you decide where you will go with your life. It is there that, when you we

XXXI (At Hospital.  P.A. System announces " Code: Blue in Emergency Department.") Me:  Somebody's day just went to shit. Camus's Stranger:  Man, that's not even funny. Me:  Wasn't trying to be... XXXII Sherlock Holmes:  What happened to your eye? Groucho Marx:  My daughter poked it really hard. Holmes:  That sucks. Marx:  Nah, it just fulfills the axiom in my life that every female that I know will eventually hurt me. Holmes:  You're such a drama queen. XXXIII Electra:  The least he could have done was text me on my birthday. Eugene O'Neill:   Why do you even care? Electra:  I don't... O'Neill:  Then why are we talking about this? Electra:  Because it would have been a nice gesture to show that I'm a blip in his life. O'Neill:  The sooner you realize that you're nothing to him, the better for all of us. XXXIV Apollo:  I can't help but hate myself for having feelings for you. Σελ

Dialectical Dialogues I-XXX (more or less...lost 9-18 along the way) I Jill: Who the fuck do you think you are? Jack: You remember those stories your mom used to tell you, like Little Red Riding Hood and The Three Little Pigs? Jill: Yeah, so... Jack: I'm the Wolf. II Jesus: So you're telling me that everything that one says has already been scripted in their mind? Buddha: Right. Jesus: So ever word that's coming out of my mouth has resounded somewhere in my subconscious. Buddha: Actually in the Universal Subconscious. Jesus: That's bullshit. III. Achilles: Count Dooku is not Sith! Hector: He is. He is the apprentice to the Sith Lord. Plus he has the red lightsaber. Achilles: How is an old man an apprentice? Dooku is just a Dark Jedi. Hector: Then why does he constantly addressing Darth Sidious as, and I quote, "My Master" ? Achilles: Whatever... IV. Roger: So what do you want to do tonight? Jessica: Whatever you want. Roger: How about bowling? Jessica

Transmigrating Dream - July 18, 2008 ...you pray for rain...I pray for blindness "We are things made of wonder." Night:   In the beginning, there was water, lots of it.   Rushing in over fences, through windows.  Water penetrating as only water does, and the whole time I can't save anyone.  I strategize, first to go high, top floor if possible...it doesn't help.  The sea rises, the wave crests, and we're all washed away.   The second time I tell them to head for the vault, which is waterproof.  This time we feel the water hit, but instead of a mad rush, this time the water trickles in through the cracks, slowly filling the room.   The last time doesn't make sense, I'm on a trolley that is acting as a boat; I can tell from the rocking side to side.  There's only one other person in it. She holds out her hand, and I am offered a choice. Day:   In the bookstore I'm trying to keep up with Helene, and for some reason the song "

IX. The Sin of Difficulty the cartographer of the heart needs a piece of caramel parchment course but constant the size of the universe with all its creased edges and an obsidian inkwell austere not obsolete holding the silky volume of the night with its lingering litany of stars