Saturday, October 21, 2017

Another Bird?

Citrine Wagtail
Sun-Ae Hwang

Direct from Birdland, a bird whose name sounds rather like that of some obscure breed of dog: "The Citrine Wagtail!"


Friday, October 20, 2017

The Holy Ghostly?


What ghastly 'Casper' is this who rises high enough to step onto the table, right foot forward and both hands vertically extended, as though about to give forth a loud cry and give up the ghost!?

Yes, the question is: What is this thing we see?


Thursday, October 19, 2017

Revenge: Echoes of Vengeance!

Never let the sun go down on your anger -- get revenge first!


Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Devil's Advocate

Devil's Tower

Give the Devil his due, for he is persistent! He's been trying to squeeze this hard, dry one out for several million years now . . .

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

From Sun-Ae's Birdland

Grey Thrush
Sun-Ae Hwang

Sun-Ae is filling a notebook with these sketches, and they look even better seen 'physically' than electronically.


Monday, October 16, 2017

A Little Bit Cuckoo

Little Cuckoo
Sun-Ae Hwang

While I was in the hospital last week, my family back in the Ozarks was trying to find out where I was and what was wrong with me, and I contacted them as soon as I was able:
I am finally well enough to assure all of you that I am still among the living.

I was very sick, and am still recuperating, but I was nowhere near death.

The misunderstanding arose from Sun-Ae's remark that she couldn't wake me up (or that I couldn't wake up, or that they couldn't wake me up, or something along those lines).

She said to me later that I seemed to lack the border between sleeping and being awake - and that I seemed to be in a state of dreaming while awake.

At the same time, I was hyper-alert and very articulate. Sun-Ae couldn't get me to stop talking.

I recall with clarity from the other side what was happening. I felt urgently that I needed to explain myself clearly about everything.

Sun-Ae took the opportunity to ask a couple of questions. "Do you love your wife?" Without hesitation, I said, "Of course!" So, she posed a second question: "Is your wife kind to you?" At that, I hesitated, then said, "Usually."

Anyway, we finally figured out that some medicines were interacting - along with some high fever - to render me delusional.

I'm glad that's past - trying to articulate all of the world's ills is tiring!
And no doubt tiresome to those who have to listen . . .


Sunday, October 15, 2017

Another Bird For All To See

Northern Lapwing

My blog looks to be growing ever more fully engulfed by my wife's newly discovered realm of Birdland, which has powerful hegemonic forces toward expansion, more even than those expansive forces explored earlier by Hitchcock in his portion of that feathered paradise . . .


Saturday, October 14, 2017

Newly Coined Word?

My hard copy of Korea Herald for Wednesday the eleventh of October (2017) has Kate Winslet stating, with respect to the recent Harvey Weinstein scandals:
"I had hoped that these kinds of stories were just made up rumors, maybe we have all been naeurove."
Naeurove? What kind of word is that? Is it even a word? Does it belong to the set of all words having no plausible meaning? I figure this is some sort of computer glitch, but what would the original word be? Naïve?


Friday, October 13, 2017

Gone, and Fast Forgotten

I left my throne totally unoccupied these past four days and . . . nobody noticed:

Oh, wrong throne. That's the throne of the Ecumenical Patriarch of Constantinople. I must have mislaid my own.

I left under duress. I was suddenly stricken by a flu virus that hit me with the force of something like the walking pneumonia, boogie-woogie flu. The doctor immediately (Tuesday) put me in the hospital, where I stayed until today (Friday).

This pneumonia could flare up again if I don't get more sleep, so I'll to bed, to bed . . .


Tuesday, October 10, 2017

A Right Ruddy Kingfisher

Sun-Ae Hwang

Here I am again, relying on my wife for something blogworthy, so you get another bird, indeed another kingfisher. Must be terrible to be named "Ruddy" in England, though! Like a boy named "Sue" in that Johnny Cash song.

"Hey, Ruddy!"

"Shut up."

And so the exchange would go, back and forth, until the argument became a fight. Ruddy always won.