Haiku Monday Kudos: Memory

Having peaked at Monday night's reception with the wine, I am neither hammered nor hungover at the moment.  However, I did get a text late last night from a guy I had one date with this winter.  Clearly, he was texting with intent to Wiener.  Really?  


After I kind of liked you, and you didn't even kiss me or ask me out again?  Bitch, please!  Speaking of memory: I have a loooong one!


But, I digress.


I was so impressed with the wit and poignancy of your entries!  Not to mention the fecundity that some of you showed!


Carl:  I have come to expect your haiku cocktails full of wit with a splash of wry.  (I didn't make that up: I read it somewhere!)  This week was no exception.  Nice use of "presbyopia."


As the time goes by
Presbyopia and memory loss
Successful marriage 




Troll, if they made a sitcom out of CLAN OF THE CAVE BEAR, you would be the forest-dwelling next-door-neighbor, dispensing primordial advice.  Your entry was assured and impeccable:


Sleeping dog shudders.
Relax. That dream-beast you fear?
Long ago extinct. 


The next haiku reflected a common theme among the entries: the power of memory (and its void) to help us keep moving through life.  I loved the phrase "big swaths gone."  What made this a winner for me was the elegant bewilderment of the final phrase "that left scars, somewhere.


This week's winner is the CSAR.


Childhood: Big swaths gone.
Void protects from sights and sounds
That left scars, somewhere. 


Csar, you will recieve a custom-made CD from my private collection of music, sure to stir up memories.


Honorable mention to Fishy for beautifully covering the most themes and to Kym for her haiku featuring CATS' Gryselda.  


Thanks for playing!  It was an honor to host.

Haiku Monday: Memory

It is said that the memory of an eyewitness is generally unreliable.  Yet, some people's memories are more real to them than their everyday lives.


This week's Haiku Monday theme is "Memory."


Please submit your 5-7-5 Haiku in the comments section of this post.  Multiple entries are welcomed. Visuals won't be considered, but are always fun to see on your blog.


Please submit by midnight this coming Monday.  Winner will be announced Wednesday.  I will be attending a conference, so most likely will review and write up while cleaning out the mini-bar.


Good luck!

Bachelorette dish, anyone?

Watching The Bachelorette has been like eating an economy-size bag of Twizzlers: making me sick...and yet...I keep eating.  


How many times can you listen to people use the words "awesome", "amazing",  and "may be 'the one'"?


So, I googled "Bachelorette spoilers".  Now, I KNOW who wins!  I don't have to watch it any more.  


The End

Ashley the Bachelorette ponders whether it's better to be called "awesome" by an "amazing" guy, or whether it's better to be called "amazing" by an "awesome" guy.

Haiku Monday: Vacation(s)

My Mom, in Italy

Suitcase swiped in Rome;
only shoes are sky-high heels.
Pieta brings tears.


Best Vacation Ever, Summer of '73

Drive through the Badlands.
Steely Dan on 8-track tape.
Pop Rocks and Blowpops.


True Story on PBS

Trip down mem'ry lane:
her Holocaust Vacation.
It's a small, small world.

For Anyone Who Has Wanted to Bitchslap a Fellow Movie Goer

I don't have a lot of pet peeves; in fact, I think that I am much more tolerant than the average person.  Here are some things I hate, not necessarily in order of how seethe-inspiring the peeve is.

1.  People who flick their cigarettes on the sidewalk.

2.  People who smoke while walking down the sidewalk in front of me.

3.  Movie reviewers and movie trailers who reveal so much that you may as well skip the movie.

4.  People who don't curb their dogs.  I don't want to watch your dog in action when I am coming out of Dean and Deluca with my iced coffee.

5.  People who honk their horns to indulge their impatience.  There are fines for doing that in my neighborhood, and I wish I had a barcoded ID tracking sticker that I could slap on any car in violation.

6.  People who smack and pop their gum on the subway...or anywhere.  Two separate people behind me did it last night all the way through CATCH ME IF YOU CAN on Broadway.   Because I was someone's guest, I didn't do the Glen Miner twist and hiss at them; I used the more dignified over the shoulder graceful but pointed glance.

7.  Men who appear in public with their tie untied and hanging down as if to say, "hey, I'm not on the clock yet!"

Oh, brother...I could really keep going.  I guess I am not all that tolerant.

Biggest pet peeve: people who talk/text in movies. 

I posted this video on Facebook yesterday, and it only got one comment!  I am shocked.  This is brilliant!

http://youtu.be/1L3eeC2lJZs