The case of the colored elephant

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With all the attention the up coming election and primaries and elephants and candidates and baggage and things over here in the USA…. well…

Elephant jokes were such a great idea.  I was so thick, my darling used to tell me elephant jokes over and over, and I always laughed, and she could tell me the same joke over and over, and then I would laugh, but never remember the punch line. You know, the one about the butter, the two about the legs, etc. the 3 about the color red or blue ? ..  I think it must be time for a new joke or two.

Elections have a kind of Schrodinger’s Cat.. and Elephant Joke aspect about them…

A new elephant joke…

Questioner :What color was Schrodinger’s elephant ?

Probable Response : Don’t know

Questioner :Blue and Red all over.

Probable Response : Why two colors at the same time ?

Questioner :Because it is in a ballot box with Schrodinger’s cat.

Stupid I know, but that’s what I like about Elephant jokes, and why I never remember the punch line.

Patriot’s game in a Giant Superbowl XLVI

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I’m in Foxboro Massachusetts to do a bit of work this week, and the Pat’s are due to play in the Super Bowl again, thankfully not in Foxboro – else no room at the inn would have been the sign on the door. It’s to be in Indianapolis this time, and against the Giants no less.

I do remember seeing Tom Brady and the Patriot’s win back in 2004/5 in the snow covered Foxboro stadium and then go on to win the Super Bowl. But where is the snow this year ? Don’t see much, every hint of a big weather event gets max coverage on the weather channel, but look.  It was -3C in Sussex and I was so disturbed I had even taken to drinking cider.  But it is warm and today expected to be around 40F here in Foxboro.

No – It is not about the weather !  It’s all about offence and defence.  The pundits seem to be backing the Giant’s resurgent defence and the Patriot’s amazing offence.  In my slight experience and observations of the game, it all really depends on the nerve, skill and experience of the quarterback.  So my thought is that the result will depend on how Tom Brady does.

Down in Indianapolis the weather looks good for Sunday night, and you should with luck and determination be able to see the moon waxing gibbous in the shiny Tiffany Vince Lombardi trophy in the hands of Tom Brady and Bill Belichick. Who cares then about the weather in London. It won’t be cider house, there will be Sam Adam’s on the house as a rule in New England.

The Lion Kings

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Even Jupiter’s giant gas gravity has a tug

It’s solid stalking moons like lions not lonely against the solar wind, orbit the vacuous giant

It’s reach where the earth in far spin generates a protective magnetic chord

around her blue mantle covered core of metal fire

And jealous sees rocks and trees worthy of norse sheet dreams

which when William took the land of Albion before

whose son’s continue to lease it out still more

against it’s special solar pride.

But the bastard conquerer felt no import

to wonder about the planet in the sky

his telescope, not invented yet,

gave no distraction to his eye

set sail against the northern wind

to grab hard on England and become a King

What axis did he know to rule with massive bow

and arrow of language to spin around

the greatest language of them all

agglomerating words and phrases in Jupiter’s gravitational call

yet sitting in gravity’s grip on Earth alone

The magnetic word of conquest etched in Caen stone.

Water Dragon Red Fig Dreaming

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So how would YOU like to wake in fright, with coloured dreams and waiting schemes of small water dragons red ? So how would YOU like to shake in the arm and not be alarmed when holding a spear to slay the red fear ?

I always feel such a mess of a mind at times and this year’s dragon dream was just not to comprehend.  I in a garden green of delightful flowers and you, my dear love were there with a thing in your eye.  I looked into it, you complained ‘why should you look in my eye’.  I said ‘cos there is a dragon in it’.  You said ‘actually there is something there, it’s bugging me a bit’.  I looked close, I could see a green little insect the size of a pin walking around in there.  I steadied my arm and picked up the little thing by it’s wing and plucked it from your eye.  Then I threw it gently into the breeze, whereupon it turned into a flying thing.

Then there was a rustling in the grass under the green leafy border.  There appeared to be a large sinewy root lying on the ground.  Suddenly it moved like a python and I checked carefully blinking against the sunshine.  “Look out” I think I said, ( if only I could be that heroic in real life) ‘there is a snake !’ but as I looked closer, it had scales like a fish, and lizard feet and a head like a crocodile. Coming in from the lake and hiding out under the shade of a pumpkin patch. “It is a snake, no crocodile eating a snake perhaps !” . ‘Never mind’ you said, ‘you must be dreaming’.

The waterfall was there, streaming down from the rocks in kind.  It sounded like a dragon was there just babbling to itself in a constant stream of conversation with the pool.  ‘The dragon must have come from over there’ I said, ‘just from that pool.. there under the waterfall’.

Waking, I turned and looked up, the fig tree had turned red, the color of the dragon, with those same sinewy stupid vestigial legs it carries around with the crocodile head and now there it was camped in a tree.

I crawled out of my sleeping bag in the early morning light and looked up at the fig tree, where moments before a ‘dragon’ was to enliven me.