World Wide Whaa?

According to my website statistics program, "100.00%" of the people who have visited my web site googled "bulgarians and gnomes" to find me.

Hmm...

extremities and extremes

From our paper today:

"Nashville is not New York, will never be nor should aspire to be; our Southern culture deserves to be preserved especially if it means banning penises from art shows."

Goodness me. I'm still trying to decide whether to tackle that one.

I sit perched with keyboard at the ready, and said "southern culture" oozing through my veins, armed with the knowledge that one of the poems that beat me out in a coveted local writing contest today had the following line:

"the man painted on the wall of the brothel, his penis as big as his leg, "

I have to admit that this is the most that I have ever thought about penises in one day and it's only ten o'clock.

I guess art really does make you think.

Halloween

I wasn't able to give as much attention to Halloween as usual this year what with the move to the new place. But, I was able to grab a couple of hours of the festivities last night. I let my usual blood and gore slide this year in favor of some sort of thrown together Audrey Hepburn at the last minute. From this Halloween, I will remember three vignettes:

1. Sitting at a traffic light in Nashville draped in fake diamonds complete with big hair and huge sparkling tiara, while watching a homeless man slowly walk in front of me with his shopping cart loaded down with possessions.

2. Mark, in red jumpsuit, cowboy hat and bandana over his face, playing the musical saw for confused children who weren't sure if they should run or not. Obviously, their parents hadn't covered this in their "stranger danger" talks.

3. Having too many kids flock to the front porch at once right when we were out of candy - faking out several of them by holding the candy in my hand and hitting their loot sacks with my knee for the effect of dropped candy. Then, at the end having two kids stand in front of me, aware that I only had one candy bar. An argument ensued, I chose the skinny kid over the heavy kid and wished them on their way and with a porch light turned off, Halloween was over.