Category: Humor

The Monochrome Experience: Point and Shoot — Lluís Bussé

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Sharing this because I think the photos, paired with the music here are wonderful. Black and white photography is still my favorite medium. — Kate

Today I opened the old typewriter. Belongs to another world inside a black wooden box. I kept the black stripes inked, put down a sheet of paper and wrote: „THE MONOCHROME EXPERIENCE” in the only typography available, a steel Courier in capital letters (the maximum size than the keyboard reaches). I heard the sound of […]

The Monochrome Experience: Point and Shoot — Lluís Bussé

Caption contest!

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Honestly, you can’t make this stuff up.

I was trying to think of something to write about in my next blog post and this dropped in the news. Thank you, blogging gods and goddesses.

What do you think? Tiny desk press conference? Little Tykes Executive Desk?

Haiku for November 18

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I decided I needed a new way to entertain myself during this pandemic — something that doesn’t involve wine or calories. So I reached into the bag of topics that I want to learn more about and settled on … Haiku.

It’s perfect. No calories, and just 17 syllables. Perfect for someone like me who tends to be a tad lazy. (All right, just delete “tad.”)

Opus 1: The Walrus

The walrus lumbered
into the regal White House
Will it ever leave?

This used to be funny

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Looking over some of my older posts, this one was the most popular one I ever wrote. I remember being at work and watching the number of likes spike up on my phone.

There was a time when we could laugh about getting a cold.

I’ve met my next cold and it’s name is Dwayne

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I’m not what you call germ-obsessed. I don’t have a bottle of hand sanitizer strapped to my purse. But I do take public transportation, which in the winter can be extremely hazardous to your health. They have posters in the buses and subway cars reminding people to essentially “sneeze in your sleeve.” No more do we cover our mouths with our hands. That is just so wrong, but you knew that, didn’t you?

Yesterday, I was on my way to the airport and managed to snag the very last seat on the shuttle bus. The gentleman next to me moved his carry-on bag out of the way to make room for me, and I noticed his name on the ID tag: Dwayne.

We had gone maybe a mile when he started sneezing. Violent spasms. Again and again: “Ah-CHEW! CHEW!”

And the spray. Oh, sweet mother, I’ve been hit!

“Bless you,” I said, adding quick prayer for myself.

“Thanks,” he said. “I just can’t seem to shake this cold.”

I knew I was doomed but I figured I might as well know what I was up against. How often to you get to interview a cold, or more specifically, the cold’s current host: Dwayne.

“Oh, you’ve had it a long time?” I asked.

“Going on a week,” Dwayne said, folding his handkerchief. “Probably during my last business trip.”

“Airplanes and buses are just large Petri dishes with wheels,” I said sympathetically. I wanted to earn his trust before I asked for his medical history.

He smiled. Let the interview begin.

“So, did it come on quickly?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. I felt fine all day, went to bed with a sore throat, and woke up with the cold,” Dwayne said. “Miserable.”

Miserable? That was just too generic. I needed specifics.

“Did you have the dreaded triumvirate: Chills? Fever? Cough?”

“Yes, yes, no,” he said. “Never did get a cough.”

OK, valuable information. I pulled out my cell phone and made a note to stop and pick up cold medicine.  Skip the cough syrup. This is so much better than having to bundle up and drag yourself to the drug store when you are feeling miserable. Might as well get some ginger ale and ramen noodles while I’m at it, too.

Maybe I should get some Vitamin C and Echinacea that my friends are always touting. I wasn’t a fan. I’d tried the pills once or twice and still got a cold but never knew if it was not as severe as it would have been. But with the data I got from Dwayne (along with the cold germs), I could conduct my own personal clinical trial.

This time I won’t just endure the cold. I will, if not exactly embrace it, pay attention to it, study it.

I really need to get a life.