“For me to poop on”
I think that if I felt like I could talk about my bowels I would blog a lot more.
posted by Stella Magdalen @ 4/15/2010 08:00:00 AM
Thursday, April 15, 2010
About Me
- Name: Stella Magdalen
- Location: Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States
I think all I want to say here is that these words and pictures are really real, and I made them. I get about the whole international creative property laws and issues stuff, and it's the net, and blah blah blah but I'd rather you sent cool people here, than post my stuff anywhere.
Previous Posts
- More J. MacD; all apropos 'n stuff
- John D. MacDonald on death
- It is risen
- Dining room ALONE cat toy round-up
- What I did last weekend
- Whippin' those puppies up
- Mount Meru of dishes
- Punkins '09
- Butter Sculpture = Impermanence
- Fall Tanka
4 Comments:
Hey Kiddo,
Checked in and there y'are - a surprise! Welcome back after the looooong winter. I liked the previous piece of MacDonald. Yeah, illness can be quite the opportunity for the ego-centered response. Paddling hard can turn ones focus entirely on the boat, the paddle and 'am I strong enough to keep paddling when I just want to lay down, quit and drift'. And it CAN be quite boorish. Thanks for the reflection on that.
But then there's poop. The truly great 'unspeakable'! Sure, we can talk about death, sex, addictions, abuse, or the darkest of dark and have an audience, but poop? Now that's a whole 'nuther realm.
Yesterday saw a commercial for the first time for a new product: "Put one drop in the toilet bowl before going and NO embarrassing odors."
Huh? Did I miss something? Is shit not supposed to stink now? With that, poop stank becomes some kind of socio-anthro statement on our culture, or lack of.
Mine still stinks. Always will. Some things in life are reliable. And dammit! I need them to be!
Here's to the stank in life!
And to forsythia...
and rising again
and again
and again.
xo
Perhaps shite is truly our original sin.
If there is such a ridiculous thing.
Hey El! Couldn't get back to comment-land psychologically as quickly as I could have wished....
But cheers as I saw you the other day intent on the traffic in front of your house waiting for your moment... I waved uproariously at you but you were focused.
Heh, and I like to think I'm 'observant'. So much for that. But waving uproariously has got to be good for an endorphin or two to rub together and make some baby endorphins, right?
Nice to almost see you - and nice to be seen.
xo
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