Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

My Favorite Joke

Special Nails
Two simple carpenters were working on a house. The one who was nailing down siding would reach into his nail pouch, pull out a nail and either toss it over his shoulder or nail it in.

The other, figuring this was worth looking into, asked, "Why are you throwing those nails away?"

The first explained, "If I pull a nail out of my pouch and it's pointed toward me, I throw it away 'cause it's defective. If it's pointed toward the house, then I nail it in!"

The second simpleton got completely upset and yelled, "You moron! The nails pointed toward you aren't defective! They're for the other side of the house!"



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 That's a variation on my favorite joke, which is this:

Guy has just opened a large box of pencils and looks down at it with disgust.  He starts picking one up, looking at it, throwing it in the trash, Picks up another,  nods his head, puts it on the desk and goes on for quite a while like that.

His secretary walks in and asks him what he's doing?

 "I'm sorting out the defective ones.  At least every other one has the point on the wrong end!"


2 comments:

  1. Rosie! Oh, Rosie....there must be some fun variations on that one! Simpletons, blondes, the Irish, the Poles, and the retarded, all suffered through those jokes, right? Now, it's the Kardashians, runway models and, more recently, terrorists. After yesterday, maybe pilots will be on the forefront.
    Let's see, the stewardess notices the pilot....

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  2. Rosie...
    The first one was quite funny! The second one...well...all I can say is "nice try"...running neck to neck with the 2 bear joke...

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