Day 16: These are a few of my favorite things

I read a blog post recently where the author listed things they liked. My first reaction was “how lazy”, but the list was meaningful, and revealed a lot about the writer. I’d like to do a list in that vein.

Some of my favorite things:

  1. The smell of my father’s trumpet case
  2. Mountains
  3. Sending cards and letters
  4. Getting cards and letters
  5. Discovering new poetry
  6. The Strike’s “Shots Heard ’round The World” album
  7. Judo
  8. Gardening
  9. Spirals
  10. The smell of cocoa butter, but not the feel
  11. The Simpsons
  12. Sandalwood
  13. Ramen
  14. The smell of soil
  15. Horses
  16. The Amazing Adventures Of Kavalier And Klay
  17. Snow Leopards
  18. Nas
  19. Paul Beatty’s “Tuff”
  20. Flash fiction
  21. Salmon, kale, and sweet potato
  22. Finishing writing a story
  23. Bossa Nova
  24. xerox machine smell
  25. new socks
  26. serving food
  27. sharpening pencils with a knife
  28. professional wrestling
  29. Beauty and the Beast
  30. performing
  31. jackets
  32. breaking thin ice on frozen puddles
  33. Teaching Brazilian Jiu Jitsu
  34. Kylesa
  35. Being 35

 

Random things that make me emotional

I went to a spoken word/poetry event. We proposed and voted on a theme for the next week’s event. The theme was: “Random things that make me emotional.”

Because of real life, I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it 2 weeks in a row, but I liked he prompt. I decided to do a freewheeling prose listicle, or what non-writers call a list.

  1. Ive only ever had 1 panic attack, which was in the drive in of a Panda Express in Hampton, Virginia. My family was changing their orders as I was speaking to a young lady through a surprisingly busted-ass intercom for a brand new building. She misheard everything I said, and tried to upset each item to a combo. The din battered my ears like deep turquoise waves pounding craggs at a Scottish shore. I clenched my jaw tight. I didn’t want eggrolls anymore, I just want the moment to end. My heartbeat rattled my eyes like a Muppet’s, back in the day when muppeteers lived on uppers and downers. I said “nope nope nope nope, I gotta get outta here”, and stomped the accelerator, blasting the pre-owned Mazda 5 out of the drive through.
  2. Epic arrangements of songs-I saw a Black marching band do Jr. Gong’s “Welcome To Jamrock” and it made me tear up, back before I lost the ability to cry. It was like a mega-dose of goosebumps.
  3. When Mufasa dies. Everytime. Damn. Every damn time.
  4. Racism. “Emotional” doesn’t just mean “sad”. Intolerance-based hate in general, but definitely racism.
  5. Baby laughter.

 

Mickey Mouse’s Shopping List

Thread for giant buttons

3 pairs pre-creased moccasins

Garland of frankfurters

Seltzer water bottle (to be employed as weapon)

Emergency tranquilizers (for Donald)

Glove bleach

Magnum ear candles

Maybe a shirt?

Pluto’s shiny eyelid balm

Ragtime tunes for leisurely whistlin’, Revised and expanded for 2016 edition

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