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Seven

March 5, 2016

 Seven

Seven, he said, was his lucky number
but to her, it was just a warped cross
and when he dumped all the coins he had won
on the bed
she asked of the bills he had lost
and he turned in a half-muttered curse
and she waited, night dress filmy
as a ghost,
until tears seeped into the purse
of his face as if all its creases could snap
open, shut, as if tears were silver to be cached,
as if she would accept again
that currency.

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Draft poem for the wonderfully generous and talented Kerry O’Connor’s 50th midweek prompt on Real Toads about numbers. 

Was it the Cheese? (Pulling Pectoralis)

February 28, 2011

Was it the cheese?

Some things sound better than others pulled.  Taffy or a leg or, even perhaps, pork are more inviting, for example, than “the plug,” or, as I found out last night, a pectoral muscle.  (Maybe forget the pork.)

I think it happened at the gym.  My tendency to rush around goofily is not particularly healthful when applied to weight machines.

I didn’t notice any problem when I was actually on the machines, but about an hour later, an intense pain began in the upper left side of my chest.

The pain was initially met by disbelief.  (The words “angina” and “vegetarianism” just didn’t seem to fit.)

Then involuntary tears took over.  (Did I mention that the pain was intense?)  My protests of vegetarianism were pretty quickly replaced by all the full-fat yogurt I have eaten, the whole (rather than skim) milk that I put in my tea, and the heart attacks suffered by grandfathers.

(Yes, I was macrobiotic for a while and religiously used soy milk, but that was years and year ago.)

Agh.

In the hours of pain (did I mention that it was also kind of unrelenting!? ), I learned several important things:  (i) it is hard but not impossible to tap the stopwatch button on an iPhone while also keeping a finger on one’s pulse;  (ii) practically nothing in the world short of draining blood loss will induce me to go to a New York City emergency room;  (iii) I have a truly wonderful husband;  (iv) soy milk really doesn’t taste that bad in tea; (v) if you want to change your life, it is important to take actual concrete steps sooner rather than later.

Thankfully, I am quite a bit better today and am pretty sure that the pain was all muscular.

(What was that about changing my life?)

Working With Layers (Brushes App)

January 20, 2011

Working With Layers

Working with “layers” not very successfully on the iPhone App Brushes.   The app allows you four different levels of content!  (Almost as many as a distracted mind.)

Gratitude for Steve Jobs – Unplugged

January 18, 2011

I like to think of myself as fairly technologically advanced.  This is primarily because I type well and practically live on a computer.

Even so, the one area where I’ve definitely been behind the curve is the  iPod.  I’ve never had one before my current iPhone.  I don’t much like ear phones (or ear buds).  My brain feels invaded by sound at close range;  the inner monologue gets panicky when drowned out.

So I was surprised tonight when I tried, for the second time, to use my iPhone as iPod at the gym and found it not to bother me.  I could hear my book on tape perfectly, without my brain feeling invaded.  I could get used to this, I thought, happily pumping small amounts of iron.  My enthusiasm even seemed to be catching, since the few other people I saw at the gym all seemed to smile at me.

On my way back to my apartment, however, as I took out the ear buds, I noticed that I had not plugged them into the iPhone properly and that they were playing at a relatively normal pitch, i.e. they were not broadcasting into my head but at large.  (As in no wonder the other people in the gym were smiling at me!)

A failed attempt.  Still it brings up what I truly wanted to write about tonight:  my gratitude to Steve Jobs, who has recently announced his decision to take another medical leave.

Even without using an iPod, Apple’s iTunes has been a major fixture of my life for the last several years.  My family and I have listened to endless music, pod casts, and audiobooks.   (I feel sometimes like a small child, getting solace from having the same books read to me again and again.)

But with the availability of so many iterations of music–different singers, composers, pianists, iTunes allows for broadened horizons as well as comfort food.

Then there are the computers themselves–so fast!  And pretty!  So many things that you can make with them!

A phone that you can draw with!  (See above.)

And the stock.  I was lucky enough to buy a few shares some time ago.  That act has made me look like a smart investor (even as so many other choices have tanked.)

So now, with the earpods out, but still listening to iTunes, I want to thank Steve Jobs, who has brought me comfort, fun, productivity, and all kinds of both mild and profound enrichment.  I wish him well.

(Disclosure–writer still owns some Apple stock.)

“Improvements” On the MTA (From Lonely Elephant’s View)

January 14, 2011

I happened to be on a nearly deserted subway car the other day.   This is an increasingly unusual circumstance on the New York City subway system; even on weekends, trains are jammed, and weekday evenings–forget about it.   (Yes, I did try to write that with slang spelling, but it looked weird coming from my computer.)

One problem with a deserted car is that the debris really shows up.

Without other passengers, however, there is plenty space to look at the signs.  A new series posted by the MTA itself gave me a clue as to why the system is so decrepit.

There is, for example, the sign detailing a seemingly new repair policy: “If it’s broke, fix it!”

The sign explains:  “instead of waiting to fix everything in a station at once, we’re fixing critical parts as soon as they need fixing.”

Wow!  What a great idea.   Fixing critical parts!  Instead of waiting for complete break-down!

“Can our buses go faster?  You bet!”

(Then, um, why don’t they?)

Another:  “Improvements don’t just happen.”

I’m concerned that they reversed some words on that one.  How about “just” and “don’t”?

PS – the above illustration is more iPhone art, which allows for endless iterations.  There, the elephant’s in a hoodie.  Here’s two earlier versions – it’s a bit like playing with paper dolls.

Guns and Necklaces

January 11, 2011

Protective ring?

We live in a world full of fear, and of fearful prospects.

(Everyone says it, so it must be true, right?)

Certainly, we know an awful lot about fearful events these days.  I was just in Florida within hearing distance of my parents’ TV (half a mile away might be within hearing distance), and it seemed, even before the Giffords’ shooting, that there was an emergency breaking news story of violent crime–possible bomb here, shooting there–every few minutes.

In the face of fear, or perhaps in order to face fear, it’s pretty natural to look for a mechanism of control, some tool by which we can protect ourselves.  For many, that mechanism is a gun.

For others–i.e. me–that mechanism is a particular necklace.  No, I don’t want to choke anyone–I just make a point of wearing it every day.  You may not know it but that necklace has protected New York City from terrorist attack for over nine years now.

It is made of hollow silver balls, strewn together on a silver chain.  (It has a sentimental background relayed in another post.)  Its magical protections are unique, but, as I discovered on a recent trip to Taxco, Mexico, relatively similar looking necklaces are available by the storefront-full, albeit the ones in Taxco are brightly shiny while mine is clouded with tarnish/power.

I was shocked to realize as I arrived at my office today that I had somehow forgotten to wear it.  I quickly looped a wool scarf around my unprotected bare neck so that the collective fates that overlook both me and New York City would not notice the absence of those clouded silver balls.

I don’t know much about guns, but my sense is that some people like the idea of carrying one for reasons similar to my insistence on my necklace:  just in case.

One big difference, of course, is that my necklace could not do too much damage to myself or others.  (It would hurt my feelings if I lost it, but that’s about it.)

Crazy people could wear necklaces like mine with no problem at all.

Another big difference– I really do know that my necklace is (probably) not essential to New York’s protection.  I don’t fool myself that having lots of guns…errrr….necklaces around is any true shield.

Not A Great Time For Polemics

January 10, 2011

Anything You Say May Be Used Against You

Cards on the table.   I am in favor of gun control, against political vitriol;  neither guns nor catchy political hyperbole seem to promote a more peaceful society.   That said, Jared Loughner appears to be very disturbed.  It is hard to know what societal factors may set someone like that off.

That said, it is not a useful time for polemics;  the political infighting seems unmindful of the pain and loss of the victims, and, given the immediate leap to the backlash, not useful for the promotion of any particular cause.