ORANGE
I'VE READ FOR YEARS THAT THE
WORD ORANGE CONNOT BE RHYMED.
Is that really so?
What about this poem?
I WAS CONFIDENTIALLY TOLD.
THAT MY DOOR HINGE WAS GOLD.
TO AVOID THE GRIEF,
CAUSED BY A THIEF.
I DISGUISED IT WITH DYE,
SO TO THE UNTRAINED EYE,
IT DOESN'T APPEAR THIEVABLE,
THOUGH IT SOUNDS UNBELIEVABLE,
MY DOOR HINGE
IS NOW ORANGE.
Robert Gee
U OOOOO
The same pundits continue to say:
THE WORD PURPLE CANNOT BE RHYMED.
Do you believe this?
What about this poem ?
VIOLETS ARE PURPLE
HOTCAKES NEED SWEET
MAPLE SYRUP'LL
DO 'EM UP NEAT
Robert Gee
U OOO
Two other words in the English language
have the reputation of being un-rhymable.
They are: MONTHS
----------and SILVER
Do you think this is really true?
Can you rhyme them?
Is it a coincidence
that all four "so-called"
un-rhymable words have six letters?
REF: The blog post below "My brother and I"
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
My brother and I
Monte and I were the same physical size when I entered kindergarten; though I was a year and a half old older. My mama dressed us alike and everyone thought we were twins. We lived in a tiny old wooden house in Burbank, California at 147 Valencia street, very near Lockheed Aircraft where my daddy built Vega Bombers for WWII. Neither of those places exist today.
We were poor, but we were not homeless. We had well worn clothes and very few toys. My prize possesion was a Quaker Oats box half full of marbles that I'd been collecting. In the back yard, we quite often played 'chase' with the marbles and 'fetch' with our dog Skippy. We also had a tire swing there that daddy made for us, consisting of a rope, an overhanging apple tree branch and a worn tire off our 1940 yellow Studebaker.
We made toys from mama's clothespins and invented games to play. One of our faves was "Tell-me-a-Story". The way it worked is one of us would start telling a weird or spooky story making it up as it went along, then stop at some crucial or scary point, it was then continued by the other one of us, without skipping a beat. It was surprizing and a real adventure as we peered into each others imaginations and tried to anticipate where the story would lead us. This back and forth storytelling would usually go on until we fell asleep at night.
Hence, in this blog there is a sample of "Tell-me-a-story" (See "Ancient Log") for you to pick up the thread and continue weaving a tale. There are no rules, it can be as long or short and/or take unexpectedly strange directions however you choose.
ERTJKMBCERTJKMBCERTJKMBC
Another game we enjoyed was "One letter words" Also 2 B C-N N D blog. Y not give it a shot 2.
R U A NUTCASE?----I-M A NICENUT --R U 1 2 ?-- I-M OK , U-R GREAT
Sometimes we would rhyme words and make up short poems.
See:"Nothing Rhymes With---" on this blogsite.
My latest poetic endeavor has to do with a planetoid that circles our Sun once every 12,000 years or so. It is smaller than Pluto, but larger than Pluto's moon, Charon. It is the coldest and most distant object known to be part of our solar system. It was discovered on NOV 14, 2003 and was named Sedna after the Inuit Goddess of the sea.
The poem of Sedna's lonely flight was the 1st entry of this blogsite.
(See "Sedna, Lost in the Continuum")
We were poor, but we were not homeless. We had well worn clothes and very few toys. My prize possesion was a Quaker Oats box half full of marbles that I'd been collecting. In the back yard, we quite often played 'chase' with the marbles and 'fetch' with our dog Skippy. We also had a tire swing there that daddy made for us, consisting of a rope, an overhanging apple tree branch and a worn tire off our 1940 yellow Studebaker.
We made toys from mama's clothespins and invented games to play. One of our faves was "Tell-me-a-Story". The way it worked is one of us would start telling a weird or spooky story making it up as it went along, then stop at some crucial or scary point, it was then continued by the other one of us, without skipping a beat. It was surprizing and a real adventure as we peered into each others imaginations and tried to anticipate where the story would lead us. This back and forth storytelling would usually go on until we fell asleep at night.
Hence, in this blog there is a sample of "Tell-me-a-story" (See "Ancient Log") for you to pick up the thread and continue weaving a tale. There are no rules, it can be as long or short and/or take unexpectedly strange directions however you choose.
ERTJKMBCERTJKMBCERTJKMBC
Another game we enjoyed was "One letter words" Also 2 B C-N N D blog. Y not give it a shot 2.
R U A NUTCASE?----I-M A NICENUT --R U 1 2 ?-- I-M OK , U-R GREAT
Sometimes we would rhyme words and make up short poems.
See:"Nothing Rhymes With---" on this blogsite.
My latest poetic endeavor has to do with a planetoid that circles our Sun once every 12,000 years or so. It is smaller than Pluto, but larger than Pluto's moon, Charon. It is the coldest and most distant object known to be part of our solar system. It was discovered on NOV 14, 2003 and was named Sedna after the Inuit Goddess of the sea.
The poem of Sedna's lonely flight was the 1st entry of this blogsite.
(See "Sedna, Lost in the Continuum")
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
5 Questions about Blogging
1) Why do you want the whole world to know this info about you?
2) Why not just email this private info to your trusted friends.
3) Why trust your private info to all the loonies, crazies, maniacs, perverts, pedophiles, murderers, sadists, imbiciles,idiots, morons, hackers and a thousand other kinds of sociopaths, that may read it and decide it would be fun for them to use this info in some hurtful manor that would not be pleasant for you?
4) What are the possible upsides vs.downsides of BLOGGING?
5) Is it worth it?
2) Why not just email this private info to your trusted friends.
3) Why trust your private info to all the loonies, crazies, maniacs, perverts, pedophiles, murderers, sadists, imbiciles,idiots, morons, hackers and a thousand other kinds of sociopaths, that may read it and decide it would be fun for them to use this info in some hurtful manor that would not be pleasant for you?
4) What are the possible upsides vs.downsides of BLOGGING?
5) Is it worth it?
Saturday, June 28, 2008
One letter Words
One Letter words are interesting
(some examples)
a= article denoting one.
b= insect
c= ocean, Spanish yes, espy
d=the
e=he, grunt of disgust
f=if
g=to the right, exclamation
h=age
i=me, aye, my visual sensor, hi
j=bird
k=okay
l=I'll, it'll
m=I'm
n=an, in
o=oh
p=pea, pee
q=cue
r=are, our
s=yes, ass, ask, is
t=tea, tee
u=you, ewe
v=we, vee
w=double you
x=former, cancel, rating
Y=why, wye
z= see, thee
Some sample sentences using one letter words:
I-M O-K, F U-R O-K 2=I'M OKAY, IF YOU'RE OKAY TOO
A-B C D T-P? =ABIE SEE THE TEEPEE?
O, I C. U-R N N-M-L= OH, I SEE. YOU ARE AN ANIMAL.
E-S, U-R A B =YES, YOU'RE A BEE.
Y O Y R U A B-U-T? = WHY OH WHY ARE YOU A BEAUTY?
F, I-M U-R Q-T, Y R U N S-O-B? = IF, I'M YOUR CUTIE, WHY ARE YOU AN S.O.B.?
L B O-K= IT'LL BE OK/I'LL BE OKAY.
Get it?
Please try your hand at it, U may like it 8-)
REF: In this blog "My brother and I"
(some examples)
a= article denoting one.
b= insect
c= ocean, Spanish yes, espy
d=the
e=he, grunt of disgust
f=if
g=to the right, exclamation
h=age
i=me, aye, my visual sensor, hi
j=bird
k=okay
l=I'll, it'll
m=I'm
n=an, in
o=oh
p=pea, pee
q=cue
r=are, our
s=yes, ass, ask, is
t=tea, tee
u=you, ewe
v=we, vee
w=double you
x=former, cancel, rating
Y=why, wye
z= see, thee
Some sample sentences using one letter words:
I-M O-K, F U-R O-K 2=I'M OKAY, IF YOU'RE OKAY TOO
A-B C D T-P? =ABIE SEE THE TEEPEE?
O, I C. U-R N N-M-L= OH, I SEE. YOU ARE AN ANIMAL.
E-S, U-R A B =YES, YOU'RE A BEE.
Y O Y R U A B-U-T? = WHY OH WHY ARE YOU A BEAUTY?
F, I-M U-R Q-T, Y R U N S-O-B? = IF, I'M YOUR CUTIE, WHY ARE YOU AN S.O.B.?
L B O-K= IT'LL BE OK/I'LL BE OKAY.
Get it?
Please try your hand at it, U may like it 8-)
REF: In this blog "My brother and I"
e2theipipwr
What's e2theipipwr about?
e =2.71828 18284 59045 2...
REF: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E_(mathematical_constant)
π (Pi)=3.14159265358979323…
REF: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi
i = √-1 This is an imaginary number since there is no real square root for -1
REF: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imaginary_unit
When you combine these Universal Constants which are (never ending) decimal numbers with an imaginary number (i) as shown below it equals exactly negative one.
REF: http://members.shaw.ca/quadibloc/math/ide01.htm
....i π (Pi)
e ....=-1
(e to the i π (Pi) power equals A Negative One
hence e2theipipwr = A Negative One (= me)
e =2.71828 18284 59045 2...
REF: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E_(mathematical_constant)
π (Pi)=3.14159265358979323…
REF: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi
i = √-1 This is an imaginary number since there is no real square root for -1
REF: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imaginary_unit
When you combine these Universal Constants which are (never ending) decimal numbers with an imaginary number (i) as shown below it equals exactly negative one.
REF: http://members.shaw.ca/quadibloc/math/ide01.htm
....i π (Pi)
e ....=-1
(e to the i π (Pi) power equals A Negative One
hence e2theipipwr = A Negative One (= me)
Ancient Log
I know not how long I've been adrift. Time seems but a blur in my memory. I have no idea why I haven't been found in this busy sea lane twixt the Channel Islands and the distant coast. I've born up very poorly to the cold and damp at night and skin searing heat during the day. I hurt.
I spy various sized vessels occasionally skirting the horizon. None close enough. Fresh water miraculously appears in the bilge each morning. Condensed fog? I gratefully lap it up as if I were a dehydrated coyote. Food? I don't recall eating anything since I became aware of my drifting. Hrmmm, Funny, ----I'm not hungry!
I notice sea creatures every day; and sometimes at night when their movements excite the phosphorescence in the water; the same way my dory does, as it rocks in the slow swell, softly slapping the still surface of the Pacific. Tonight the moon is nearing its fullness, masked by passing clouds and swirling banks of fog and is mirrored nearly perfectly in the calm.
I feel uneasy in the magnitude of the stillness. No wavelets are lapping. Only my breathing and a persistant ringing in my skull. The quietude is insistantly pervasive of everything.
Suddenly, I realize I'm not alone---
( Now it's your turn to weave--) See blog entry "My Brother and I"
I spy various sized vessels occasionally skirting the horizon. None close enough. Fresh water miraculously appears in the bilge each morning. Condensed fog? I gratefully lap it up as if I were a dehydrated coyote. Food? I don't recall eating anything since I became aware of my drifting. Hrmmm, Funny, ----I'm not hungry!
I notice sea creatures every day; and sometimes at night when their movements excite the phosphorescence in the water; the same way my dory does, as it rocks in the slow swell, softly slapping the still surface of the Pacific. Tonight the moon is nearing its fullness, masked by passing clouds and swirling banks of fog and is mirrored nearly perfectly in the calm.
I feel uneasy in the magnitude of the stillness. No wavelets are lapping. Only my breathing and a persistant ringing in my skull. The quietude is insistantly pervasive of everything.
Suddenly, I realize I'm not alone---
( Now it's your turn to weave--) See blog entry "My Brother and I"
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