Schrödinger's Blog
Posted by Pinhole at 4/24/2009 11:38 AM 
Categories: Science, Schrödinger, Writing, death, Philosophy, Humor, Family
Categories: Science, Schrödinger, Writing, death, Philosophy, Humor, Family
I have a bone to pick with whoever is in charge of the distribution of ideas. All of my shipments are arriving in random spurts instead of the sequence in which they were ordered.
Okay, not all of them. I can still construct an acceptable meatloaf sandwich with most of the ingredients inside the slices of bread, and rarely, anymore, are my undergarments on display outside my Levi’s®.
But, more often than not, graphic compositions are manifested line by agonizing line with no prior knowledge as to whether I’m sketching a camel or a bad dream. Both excellent modes of transportation, but with little else in common; and until final rendering their existence is only theoretical.
Similarly, any package resembling literary inspiration seems to require opening from the inside out. Just yesterday these two sentences arrived with no explanation, and no return address, COD:
”Anything that stood still long enough around Grandpa eventually got a coat of paint. I always felt a little bad after Chestnut foundered, but I will have to admit that a whitewashed Shetland pony never rusts.”
If these passages are ever to become part of something larger than themselves it would be necessary to start with “Chestnut” and work outward, perhaps desperately, in several directions. Until that time the poor horse is both alive and dead. A virtual character locked in a philosophical non-existence.
It would be nice if some morning I roll over to hit the snooze button, wipe a little crusty thing from the corner of my eye, stretch the length of the bed and think, “Once upon a time…”; followed by a logical series of events ending with a nice lunch of chicken soup and saltines, capped off by a sweet dessert of, “...And they lived happily ever after.”
Hey, a guy can hope.
Hang on, I’m picking up something about a goat…
The Count know what you mean. He has to put up with Schrodinger's cat, Strutz.
He sent this along to me after reading your post:
Old Hogan's goat,
Was lean and mean,
After eating half
Th'lawn mowing machine...
It's all yours. Count Sneaky
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Thanks, Count.
Here's one from a friend of mine:
Why reeks the goat
On yonder hill,
When he doth feed
On chlorophyll?
The first line was actually the title of a short-lived newsletter, years ago.
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Strutz is not the best poet around but it is a marvel watching him work on his little laptop with out getting his claws stuck in the keys. He just e-mailed that he thinks your poem is a tad long. So is his. About 4 lines too long. My best. Count Sneaky
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Strutz is most likely right.
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Pinhole, you're the only person I know who can write a whole novel in only two sentences!
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Thanks, Montucky!
I wonder how much I should charge for such a manuscript?
Oops. It appears I've already given it away.
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Grandpa and the whitewashing? Okay ... no idea what that means!
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Grandpa is my mother's dad; and whitewashing is a cheap form of paint, probably most noted for its reference in "Tom Sawyer".
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I'm ashamed to admit how much I identify with this whole post.
Is there a self-help site you could point me towards?
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I wish. You'd have to get in line behind me.
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Sign me up too, Wolf. Maybe we can get a group discount. I find it impossible to resist the urge to drop by here every day. Count Sneaky
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I always love these writing process discussions, Pinhole.
Excellent post!
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Thanks, Shelly.
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Pinhole, Strutz the cat here. Just wanted to know if you are owned by a cat...particularly, a long-haired female feline? The Count said it was okay to ask you. My trucker buddy and his big rig is heading us toward Texas, I think. Thanks. Strutz the Cat
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Just because I'm obliged to perform certain duties to appease Gwendolyn, I wouldn't really say she owns me. She might tell the story differently, however.
Have fun in Texas.
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hilarious are friend my You.
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Marsha, thanks. And thanks for visiting!
Stranger be a don't!
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I have often heard that the novel is dead. But I see novels produced, I don't know how many a week, in France. I have the impression it's carrying along quite well.
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