Recounting this morning’s roaming

Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.
โ€”George Carlin

Even though times are a bit stressful, and very busy, I count my blessings and am happy for them. I’m thankful for the stuff in my life that make those times bearable. There are so many intangibles that make waking up in the morning a worthwhile time. I’m very lucky to have the sweetheart I do, the brother I do, and Newt. That’s three reasons right there to be happy, even better than the fact that I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, and work doesn’t involve doing something any less seemly than database manipulation. ๐Ÿ™‚

Morning walkies almost always helps to put me in a good mood. Long strides and a comfortable atmosphere sets a nice start to a positive day. I have a song running through my head, but I’ll be darned what the tune is. Feels like some kind of incedental music between “Otis’s Theme” from the Superman Movie and “Back from commercial / overview” from Gilligan’s Island. If it’s still in my mind, I’ll try and write out the notation tonight. (It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at sheet music, let alone wrote any down… could be a nice distraction.) It seems unique, but flows naturally. Do I have a soundtrack?

I will welcome the weekend when it comes… payday Friday, going to do a little shopping on Saturday, get a few tidbits taken care of here and there… (hopefully get my own holiday prezzie too.. the digicam I’ve been waiting on for ages) and get started on my holiday cards in earnest. (I know, I’m a slowpoke… but they should arrive the week before Christmas, so it’s all good.) I’m also thinking of doing some sort of charity thing for the holidays, but I’m not too clear on that yet.

Recounting this morning's roaming

Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.
โ€”George Carlin

Even though times are a bit stressful, and very busy, I count my blessings and am happy for them. I’m thankful for the stuff in my life that make those times bearable. There are so many intangibles that make waking up in the morning a worthwhile time. I’m very lucky to have the sweetheart I do, the brother I do, and Newt. That’s three reasons right there to be happy, even better than the fact that I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, and work doesn’t involve doing something any less seemly than database manipulation. ๐Ÿ™‚

Morning walkies almost always helps to put me in a good mood. Long strides and a comfortable atmosphere sets a nice start to a positive day. I have a song running through my head, but I’ll be darned what the tune is. Feels like some kind of incedental music between “Otis’s Theme” from the Superman Movie and “Back from commercial / overview” from Gilligan’s Island. If it’s still in my mind, I’ll try and write out the notation tonight. (It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at sheet music, let alone wrote any down… could be a nice distraction.) It seems unique, but flows naturally. Do I have a soundtrack?

I will welcome the weekend when it comes… payday Friday, going to do a little shopping on Saturday, get a few tidbits taken care of here and there… (hopefully get my own holiday prezzie too.. the digicam I’ve been waiting on for ages) and get started on my holiday cards in earnest. (I know, I’m a slowpoke… but they should arrive the week before Christmas, so it’s all good.) I’m also thinking of doing some sort of charity thing for the holidays, but I’m not too clear on that yet.

Bear suit update…

YogiNPR reports that, after going a few rounds with the suit, Yogi is in “stable” condition at Wonderland Zoo Hospital.

“It was horrible,” stated witness Boo-Boo: “Yogi and I were just minding our own business when we saw a picnic basket lying in the middle of the path. I thought it was another trap from the Ranger, but Yogi just dived in, and this suit came out of nowhere to beat poor Yogi up.

“I’m feeling betrayed by the government. Isn’t this federal land?”

However, the Ranger, who has been trying to get Yogi and Boo-Boo declared a “terrorist organization” for years, lit a havana cigar, smiled, and had no comment.

Cindy Lou (The girl bear they introduced to avoid any homosexual connotations between an older and younger bear in a kids cartoon) was unavailable for comment.

At Wonderland Zoo, Hair Bear was said to be “understandibly upset.” However, according to a source who spoke on terms of anonymity, Hair Bear is so “out of his head on chronic” that he still thinks The Greatful Dead is touring.

ref: – http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?itemid=16928243&nc=3

gambol & heteronym

gambol (GAM-buhl),
intransitive verb: To dance and skip about in play; to frolic.
noun: A skipping or leaping about in frolic.

I’ve been told dolphins like to gambol in the waves in these waters, and that sighting them brings good luck. –Barbara Kingsolver, “Where the Map Stopped,”

Gambol, earlier gambolde or gambalde, comes from Medieval French gambade, “a leaping or skipping,” from Late Latin gamba, “hock (of a horse), leg,” from Greek kampe, “a joint or bend.”

heteronym (HET-uhr-uh-nim) noun

A word that has the same spelling as another word but with a different
pronunciation and meaning.

In the following poem, each end-word is heteronymic:

Listen, readers, toward me bow.
Be friendly; do not draw the bow.
Please don’t try to start a row.
Sit peacefully, all in a row.
Don’t act like a big, fat sow.
Do not the seeds of discord sow.

In a pure heteronymic pair, the two words must be etymologically unrelated, as in bass, buffet, deserts, dove, entrance, lead, moped, unionized, wind, and wound.

gambol & heteronym

gambol (GAM-buhl),
intransitive verb: To dance and skip about in play; to frolic.
noun: A skipping or leaping about in frolic.

I’ve been told dolphins like to gambol in the waves in these waters, and that sighting them brings good luck. –Barbara Kingsolver, “Where the Map Stopped,”

Gambol, earlier gambolde or gambalde, comes from Medieval French gambade, “a leaping or skipping,” from Late Latin gamba, “hock (of a horse), leg,” from Greek kampe, “a joint or bend.”

heteronym (HET-uhr-uh-nim) noun

A word that has the same spelling as another word but with a different
pronunciation and meaning.

In the following poem, each end-word is heteronymic:

Listen, readers, toward me bow.
Be friendly; do not draw the bow.
Please don’t try to start a row.
Sit peacefully, all in a row.
Don’t act like a big, fat sow.
Do not the seeds of discord sow.

In a pure heteronymic pair, the two words must be etymologically unrelated, as in bass, buffet, deserts, dove, entrance, lead, moped, unionized, wind, and wound.