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“And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming wild things,” Maurice Sendak once said. As adults, we have perhaps lost our imagination. (I guess that’s why we throw winecones.)
Maurice Sendek left this world yesterday. “He sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are.” To the author of splendid nightmares: I do not believe there is a child out there who has not turned their mischief making into a fantasy world of fierce monsters – in a land where we can all be the king of our wild things.
“And now, let the wild rumpus start!” Continue reading
Mayday! Mayday! Time is passing us by at a pace I prefer not to admit. We get our routines down and day in day out we try to learn to look back while moving forward.
So, in order to spice things up – I’m throwing out a game. One of my colleagues shared this with me. I was horrified to realize this genius is something I have never before partaken in. What you need is a core group who’s “in the know.” (That’s you.) We have a key word/phrase that needs to be somehow incorporated into a meeting or presentation.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to use the phrase SadBanana this week. Continue reading
I wrote it all down. And then I deleted it. Because sometimes you just need a fresh start. Or ice cream. I’ve been clicking refresh for hours now. I think I’ve reached the end of the interwebs.
<Gasp> The world is flat and it’s 72 dpi. The game is up! Continue reading
Today’s winecones lack their usual hijinks and hilarity. Because some things are never ok. And sometimes it’s the silent ones who have the loudest voices.
Northern California had a very tragic weekend as far as domestic violence is concerned. Four people lost their lives – separate murder/suicides – and two toddlers were found wandering around, confused but still unaware of how their little lives have now been forever scarred by violence. Continue reading
I was perusing the Twitter to collect winecones, when I came across photo of a wild iris. (Accurately captioned that Wild Iris would be a great name for a band.)
My favorite flower is the iris. Always has been. Its vibrant contrast of purple/blue and yellow emanates happiness, and I like that it symbolizes good news and luck – two items of which I am always in need. Of course, back in the day, the French monarchy decided the flower’s trademark three petals represented faith, valor and wisdom. And then branded criminals with the fleur-de-lis – which is really neither good news nor lucky for the cattle-prodded party.
So really, it was like a royal winecone. This makes the iris even cooler. Continue reading
Sunshine and the heat rebounding off the pavement. The smells of wisteria and jasmine floating overhead. Freshly cut grass and the sound of cleats on concrete. Oh yeah. I’ve got spring fever. Bad.
So of course it’s raining in California. Dear Mother Nature, you’re doing it wrong. Continue reading
Granted, I’m a few days early – but it is Wednesday. And Patricia is the feminine form of Patrick (that’s what the T in TCStream is for; just go with it); St. Patrick, of course is the pagan patron saint of this weekend’s holiday revelry.
Also, I’m Irish. KISS ME!
(Ok fine – half Irish, that totally still counts.) Continue reading
Because it takes the Earth a little longer than a year to travel around the sun (365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes, and 46 seconds, to be exact) an extra day was added to the calendar to make up for lost time. (Ha. Ha. Get it?)
“I mark the hours every one nor have I yet outrun the sun. My use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do.”
Me? I’m ready for March. Continue reading