The Era of Construction Paper

The best part about being a personal trainer, is that one day I will make a great animal trainer. One of my clients told me, "I feel like a trained seal when I work with you, just don't throw a dead fish at me. I hate dead fish." So I made her balance a big bright ball on her nose instead. We called it even.

This Buffalo here at Bowery Poetry Club is apt to being rather raucous in his own quiet way. Yes it is true, he looks like a peaceful, purple, wide-eye beast - complete with cute Buffalo fro. Much like all Americans he has his own unique ways of acting out, and creating caos and confusion. Yes, I am spanking him. No, I do not advocate corporal punishment in general; only on very specific occasions is it "ok," to inflict physical pain on others. Finally, I do enjoy mocking both buffalo and human facial expressions. That's a spiritual thing though, that gets me through my day.

Fine, fine - some might say that forcing other living creatures to exercise is a form of corporal punishment. Exercise is painful at times, it is physical and bodily too. In fact exercise is a perfectly good kind of corporal punishment. That's what exercise boils down to: learning the difference between good pain like muscle burn vs. bad pain like ligaments ripping and tearing. One form is constructive, the other is destructive. Both are physical in nature.

On a different note, maybe instead of another old era of Enlightenment, or another boring old renaissance we can have an era named, "construction paper." Whatever it is that is going to happen to our globe, and our earth, we'd better enjoy it. Constructoin paper isn't bad, it's got many uses. Globalization, and the digital Red Hat revolution aren't just buzz words fromt the 1990's. Something big is happening, and it is related to technology. Yet paper, and books, and things not digital bring such joy too. I like construction paper. And glue.

I have officially gone off on a tangent, I will admit it. So, I am going to go one step further...Let's hear it for creation? Helloooo, can we say we're not dead yet? The Serpent and the Rainbow was a spooky movie, and that line will live on in my mind forever. "I'm not dead yet!" Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Another great, "I'm not dead!" line in there. Listen, America! We've got to turn this thing around. We're not dead yet, so let's reclaim our national pride. The first step is to fix those voting machines. I haven't seen contraptions that old since the last time I went to a museum. With all the technology available to us, we've got to fix up the voting system. Banks are held accountable for numbers every minute of every day, why can't we account for exactly who is voting, and when?

That's all for now. I am done with my mini-blog-rant. From Buffalo to voting, I've never ranted with such abandon on my blog before.