Category: Transcendental Bob

Shakin’ the tree …

I know I say this every year, but this year’s tree party was the best ever. We had attendees from San Antonio, Dallas, Pittsburgh, Harrisburg (that’s in Pennsyltucky, you know), Virginia and KnoxVegas descend on our evergreen. The hit of the party, though, was Knoxville’s own Sara Schwabe and her Yankee Jass Band.

Words really can’t describe the mayhem that resulted.

We had trolls.

We had LBJ.

And we had a hell of a good time. Pictures don’t lie.

If you want a little taste of what was going on, check out this video clip. (Quicktime, 2.7MB)

We also had some insanely cool ornaments, ranging from Red Bull in all its frenetic beauty to flu shots to a cheese sandwich with an image of Jesus on it. We also had the ghost of Christmas past, compliments of my favorite ghost hunter.

I can’t wait for next year …

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A day at church

Xena, Ozzy and I headed to the park extra early on Sunday. It was still dark, but as soon as we drove into the park I knew something was up.

It was infested with boy scouts from Oak Ridge.

But they were all still sleeping soundly. Xena and Ozzy ran up to sniff a bundle of blankets and a sleeping bag, but it didn’t even stir.

We set off on a path that was thick with honeysuckle and the occasional stumbumbling bees lumbering to life in the first light of day, trying to shake off a treacly hangover. It made me think of Yeats’ incredible lines in The Lake Isle of Innisfree:

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

I remember once trying to explain this walk that is my church. The two youngsters who were dogging my steps as surely as Xena and Ozzy that day looked perplexed. Church to them involved walls and a roof, preachers and a congregation. But after a moment, they smiled and understood.

Thoreau would be proud.

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Haiku dojo …

Long time no post. Too much life clouding my creativity, I guess.

This one is worth the wait. Glenbot has launched the Haiku Dojo. Very cool. My favorite so far:

my random thoughts knock
like pebbles on your windshield
tossed by a dump truck

Go Glenbot …