RR 46: Owl Languages

She told me that we live in a time of abundance. That in WWII, they made due without chocolate cake. “Today, there is no chocolate cake. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?” I wonder if abundance is a sign of societal growth. Or, perhaps it is simply a redress to the problem of a lack of abundance.

I watch the television tell me the entire state is on fire. Without changes in temperature, or even clouds, the weather woman is forced to make wind currents look interesting. With charts and graphs that pan left and right, that zoom in and zoom out, she tells us that smoke from 800 statewide fires will spread East on the gulf stream. Only, she uses a lot more words because a mime behind the camera was making a large smile with taffy as stage instruction.

She told me about a psychologist who believed in vibrations. With vibration, so it went, we could tap deep into the body to purge out the physical harboring of mental stress. This meant that orgasm was best for releasing mental blocks because the body itself vibrated. Here begins a whole new breed of pickup line that is both vulnerable and explicit.

I don’t go to yoga. But I try to get there. Instead, yoga blooms without me in a room muted by chalk dust as I wait for the train behind the train I was on to arrive. I listen to Iggy Pop’s Passenger on my Ipod without realizing the irony until I sit down to write a snippet about it.

Billy Collins is waiting for everything to be compared to everything else so that we can all close our notebooks, fold our hands, and simply watch the sunset. But, we haven’t even discovered all of the insects in the rainforests, let alone compared them to a summer breeze or a basket of puppies.

I’m looking at the feet of a pigeon covered with a brown sauce, served with small medallion onions. My friend says, “Mmmm, truffles.” I wonder if there is truffle in the sauce, or if the onions are referred to as truffles. I only know “truffle” in two senses: as an expensive mushroom, or as a chocolate. I accept this limitation in my knowledge. Heck, it took me two days to get around to looking up “ersatz” even though my lack of understanding tanked a chapter in a book I’m reading. The pigeon breast makes me think of the term “sky rat.”