Sunday, November 18, 2007

Baby Duck by Author Unknown

Baby Duck

A baby duck, a baby duck
And I am so cud-cud-cud-cuddly
A rainy day, I like to play
When it is so pud-pud-pud-puddly

When I walk I make a track
When I talk I go quack quack

A baby duck, a baby duck
I'm a cud-cud-cuddly
pud-pud-puddly cud-cud-cuddly duck!
--Author Unknown


My family will recognize this as the song I sang in my first ballet performance when I was about 4 or 5 years old. I had an exceedingly cute outfit: a yellow leotard with fuzzy down on the breast, a half tu-tu on the bum, a duck-bill hat covered in feathers, and lots of glitter and sequins all over the whole thing. I liked to put the outfit on and stand at the top of the attic stairs because at the right time of day, sunlight would come in through the windows and reflect off the sequins and make the landing all sparkly as if I was a living disco ball. We have some old film somewhere of me doing the dance (while David tried to imitate me in his own tu-tu and diaper). Later on the same film, we all put on swimsuits and run through the sprinkler in the mud of the swing circle.

I'm posting this today because the baby blanket I finished last night (and posted a picture of above) has a baby duck on it. As I've been shopping and registering for baby things, I find myself inexplicably attracted to anything with little yellow duckies on it. It's weird...but I think that pregnancy does weird things to people.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Pregnancy Poem by Steve Stay

Pregnancy Poem

Rump-a-dump dump
I've got a baby bump
Lump-a-dump dump
Baby baby baby
--Steve Stay


I was tired this afternoon (I've been having trouble sleeping, and since my lungs feel squished, I don't get enough oxygen to my muscles so even a little bit of effort leaves me exhausted and out of breath), so I decided to call home and see who was around. Mike's family is visiting Mom and Dad in Ohio, so Steve also drove up from Columbus for the weekend. He answered the phone, and since I didn't really have anything specific I needed to say to anybody, we ended up having one of those stream-of-consciousness phone conversations that goes on for an hour and a half and ends up including most of the other people in the room responding to the one side of the conversation that they can hear.

Anyway, I was complaining about some pregnancy related issue--being tired, coughing on the fumes from my acid indigestion, having people make weird comments, or something like that. Steve said, "Well, if you ever feel sad, you can sing this little song." and then he sang the song I've reproduced above. It was very funny, and since I've been too lazy to post much this week, I thought I'd share it with all of you.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Geek Love Poem by Anonymous

Geek Love Poem

Roses are #FF0000
Violets are #0000FF
All my base
Are belong to you
--Anonymous


I just thought this one was funny today. For those of you not sufficiently geeky to get it, here's a couple of quick links: AYBABTU, #FF0000. By the way, I looked for an attribution, but couldn't find one. If you happen to know who wrote the poem, let me know.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Elbereth by JRR Tolkien

Elbereth

O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
Silivren penna miriel
O menal aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-diriel
O galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aearon!
--JRR Tolkien

I really like Tolkien's poetry. He has a very good ear for rhythm and assonance. I think that the coolest thing about his made-up languages is that the words sound like actual words might. The stanza here that's entirely in elvish is still easy to read aloud because the words flow off your tongue.

Another thing to notice is which sounds he chooses to use at all. You'll notice there's really no hard or sharp or hissing sounds in this poem. There are a lot of l's and n's - very fluid consonants. There are several th's, ch's and f's --which are soft and smooth. There are a couple of g's -- which are the only real stops he uses, but these are at the beginnings of words, and seem to be there to spice it up a bit. There are almost no d's, t's, k's, z's or s's at all, and the ones that are there are minimized by their placement in the word.

Compare that to the ring poem: "Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul." and you'll start to see why people are so interested in the various languages he made up.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Butterfly by William Jay Smith

Butterfly

Of living creatures most I prize
Black-spotted yellow Butterflies
Sailing softly through the skies.

Whisking light from each sunbeam,
Gliding over field and stream —
Like fans unfolding in a dream,

Like fans of gold lace flickering
Before a drowsy elfin king
For whom the thrush and linnet sing —

Soft and beautiful and bright
As hands that move to touch the light
When Mother leans to say good night.
--William Jay Smith


I found this poem while I was in college. I don't remember whether it was for my Children's Literature class (where we had to read a certain number of books from each of a list of genres), or Theater and Media Arts for El Ed Majors (where we had to recite poetry for one assignment), but I was looking through the Children's literature section of the BYU Library for poetry. I found far more than I needed for whatever assignment it was, and ended up copying down and keeping several of my favorites. This was one of them.

I think that butterflies are the ideal sort of thing to write a poem about. They're so beautiful and ephemeral, and they're so carefully constructed it's like nature's way of capturing one magical moment by using its equivalent of "just the right words." There's nothing extra there -- just exactly what's needed to be elegantly perfect. Yet at the same time, they're an entirely superfluous and unexpected luxury. The world doesn't need butterflies, just like it doesn't need poems -- bees and other more homely bugs could do the prosy pollinating -- but the world is a better place because both are in it.

Friday, November 9, 2007

The Idea of Housework by Dorianne Laux

The Idea of Housework

What good does it do anyone
to have a drawer full of clean knives,
the tines of tiny pitchforks
gleaming in plastic bins, your face
reflected eight times over
in the oval bowls of spoons?
What does it matter that the bathmat’s
scrubbed free of mold, the door mat
swept clear of leaves, the screen door
picked clean of bees' wings, wasps'
dumbstruck bodies, the thoraxes
of flies and moths, high corners
broomed of spider webs, flowered
sheets folded and sealed in drawers,
blankets shaken so sleep's duff and fuzz,
dead skin flakes, lost strands of hair
flicker down on the cut grass?
Who cares if breadcrumbs collect
on the countertop, if photographs
of the ones you love go gray with dust,
if milk jugs pile up, unreturned,
on the back porch near the old dog’s dish
encrusted with puppy chow?
Oh to rub the windows with vinegar,
the trees behind them revealing
their true colors. Oh the bleachy,
waxy, soapy perfume of spring.
Why should the things of this world
shine so? Tell me if you know.
--Dorianne Laux


Some of you may know that I finally hopped on the FlyLady bandwagon this month. I first heard of FlyLady a few years ago when one of my cousins posted a message to our family email list extolling the virtues of the woman who sent out emails everyday telling you to put shoes on and do your housework. I resisted it for a long time, because I thought that I was doing fine with my housework, and I didn't need anybody telling me I needed to wear shoes (which I find horribly uncomfortable at the best of times).

Well, I was feeling a bit overwhelmed a few weeks ago. It had been far too long since I had been able to convince myself to clean the bathroom, and the laundry and dishes never seemed to get finished either (not to mention vacuuming, heaven forbid). I felt like I was barely keeping up with things with just Peter and Myself contributing to the mess. How was I going to do it all with the baby coming, too?

I thought that if I told myself I didn't have a choice about what to do, I might have less trouble getting started, so I went to look at the FlyLady site. I was pretty intimidated by the idea of setting up morning and evening routines, keeping my kitchen sink free of dishes AT ALL TIMES, and cleaning the bathroom EVERY DAY. I was already tired and out of time, how could I fit those routines and demands in too?

I wanted to give it a try though, so I signed up for the emails, and convinced my sister-in-law to try it with me so I'd have encouragement. I began the 30 days of baby steps to get into the full swing of things in her system...and discovered a miracle! Without realizing it, I already had a morning and evening routine -- and they were full of things that wasted time, and contributed to my general blah feeling. It doesn't take much more time to put on real clothes than it does to throw on a housedress, but I feel so much better about myself when I have a real outfit and jewelry on (I still don't wear shoes, but what works for her doesn't necessarily have to work for me). It takes about ten extra seconds to put my dishes directly into the dishwasher, and less than one commercial break to wash the pots from dinner -- but there's never a giant pile of dishes getting moldy in the sink. I only check blogs about once a week now -- not many people I read post more often than once or twice a week anyway -- and I cut out one especially time wasting and not especially valuable site entirely. Each day there's a cleaning mission that takes about 15 minutes, and once a week, there's a marathon 1 hour "home blessing" when the vacuuming and other non-daily tasks get done.

The miracle is that instead of feeling oppressed by the system and my housework, I feel entirely freed from it. The whole house stays clean in a ridiculously short amount of time (you'd be amazed at what you can get done in 15 minutes when you're racing the timer), and the rest of the day I'm free to do anything else that strikes my fancy. I've been reading, doing projects, getting yardwork done, and feeling great! My therapist asked me this week whether I'd been having distracting obsessive thoughts, and I realized that I hadn't. Without piles of work sitting around guilting at me, my mind is much more clear. I've even been able to turn off the radio and TV that I keep on almost all the time to keep me from thinking too much.

I know that there will be more to do when baby arrives, but I feel much better able to deal with it, and I think that's a miracle everyone should hear about. I even compare it to the gospel -- people think that living by all those commandments is so hard until they try it and find that it really makes life easier.

Friday, November 2, 2007

November is NaNoWriMo

It's National Novel Writing month, and I'm already behind on my word count, so I'm going to try to focus my creative writing time in that direction during November. I may post a poem occasionally when I'm procrastinating, but it won't be every day. I'll start up again in December. Click here to see how I'm doing.