I’m uncomfortable in my comfort zone.
and one of my favorites right up there with lollygag and hissy fit:
Music: a sixty-fourth note. You’ll win hangman with this one.
Ah, lavender and tangerine. Love the colors and the fragrances! A few years ago tangerine was the color of the year for designers. Yesterday I was watching a clip of an old Miami Vice episode and a young and tan Don Johnson got out of a car in lavender pants. What looked like a gorgeous, summer-pale, lavender linen. Works for me. Heck, I grew up watching The Temps dance in tangerine suits, and lavender suits with shoes to match! Here are The Temps with lavender pants front and center, in lavender silk some years ago, and a recent photo of them decked out in tangerine in Bakersfield, California on May 8, 2012. Bakersfield photo posted by Doc and Meachie.
OKAY. If I’m not here, I’ll be there. But if I’m there, how can I be here? Maybe, I’m in that place that lost things go, till they’re found. Alrighty then. Have a great day.—Facebook post by Terry Lee, my pal from Kailua High School (reprinted here with his permission)
A gift of one thousand white women is what a Northern Cheyenne chief requested of U.S. Army authorities at a peace conference at Fort Laramie in 1854. He wanted them as wives for his warriors because he came from a matrilineal society and he recognized the white man represented a new world which held no place for Native Americans. Because all children born Cheyenne belonged to the mother’s tribe if she was not Cheyenne, in addition to belonging to the Cheyenne, this request seemed the perfect solution to assimilation into the white man’s new world.
My love walked down the mountain. He’s been gone too long. If he ain’t dead, he’s banged up, or in the arms of some high-heeled, briefcase-carryin’ citified floozy.
Blue sky lift me up
up to the heavens
so I can look down
and lay my eyes upon him