Thursday, October 1, 2009
Tim, I must say I was absolutely entranced by your masterpiece. The splotch was so elegantly and naturally placed and the attending decor so perfectly right. I would like to suggest a didgeridoo performance in improvisational style to honor your work. I would further like to suggest on a completely related note that you consider invigorating your perambulating pursuit of peachy perspicuity (not to mention articulacy) via an infusion of this masterpiece in a metaphorical transfiguration of transfiguring, transformational, and perhaps most important of all, trans-genre explosion of true poetic and painterly genius. This exceedingly humble suggestion should be acted upon with all due regard to the extreme height of my general and special knowledge of all interrelated subjects pertaining to the delicate issues and eventualities doubtless now under your consideration as a result of this wonderfully (if I do say so myself) terse and coherent little note. Barry from Kg
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A shop beside the cobblestone sidewalk
Enticed us closer to its door.
Shelves piled high with towers around us
Spoke of blood and sweat of yore.
The pungent odor of
As we scuffled off the terrace
Into the quarters of the seasoned store
This, that, or the crusty one on the tray
Along with the remnant in the drawer
Compels my pate to hallucinate
And the soul and imaginings to soar
What e’er my loathsome hand should find
That it shall devour
A hair breadth from a pickle rind
Or scuffling a shriveled flower
What I would give ‘bout now
To have a morsel just to taste
Only a slice then I would vow
To surrender forever the curdled paste.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
it is of utmost imperative that we stem the antipeachers. their purposes in demolishing the peach and its adherents are incomprehensible, reprobate, and hoggenbottomish. They have drunk the wine of incredulity, and now, stumbling in the half-dawn darkness, they prepare a whirling onslaught of despimolitude! We, the peachers, will fight with every fiber of our peaches, we will throw the rottens out!
Strategy! this, as I lay dreaming (of peaches of course!) occurred to me. we must unite under the peachtree, pandora's perpetual pontificate, strong in stomach, to face the desperate villany which unite under any other banner save that of the peach. Hithertoo, we have known the Grapers, the Mangoors, and the Villihudians to be our enemies. Ah sweet comfort, to know thine enemy! But now, those schisms and offshoots, the Nectarines, and more recently the Pluotians, have drifted to a polar opposite in purpose, united as they are in backspacing our peaches, our peachy lives, our peach pits!
Hurl and Pare, Hum and Flare! Let every peacher sing!
Sing of morning cool, moisture thick, juices spurt, and succulence sweet! Orchard's breeze, blowing warm on waving grasses where the hum-hum's warble in tune with the blue, blue skies. Comfort thick, and softness warm, waters cold, and tears caress for pure-pure hurt of beauty known.
So let the peachers sing, and sing it strong,
So that echoes last, when we are gone.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
It has of late come to my attention that you are still continuing to propagate this preposterous concept of a prodigious fructoid of invincible caliber. Why thou thinkest thee can continue to bamboozle the unsuspecting masses with your deleterious propaganda and bewitching fancies of such ludicrous sagacity is beyond my cranial capacity for comprehension. Let me explain:
I would not oppose your fanciful fascinations were it not for my vast knowledge of the cosmos and its delicate interplay with the time space continuum. In my most recent calculations, I have positively mathematically and scientifically ruled out any possibility of said fruit's existence in any of our vast universe's dimensions. Let us suppose for a moment that peach is p and:
If this is true it would naturally follow that:
Therefore one can clearly see that the negative root of the positive integer p would have to be of greater value than the sum of the negative particle vortex which your alleged peach would necessitate were it to be a veritable mass actuated by forces which govern the very elemental composition of our world. Hence one can understand why the existence of such a peach is ruled out by sheer logic of such compelling nature.
In our quest for ultimate understanding let us not seek to beguile others whose understanding of such constructs fails to reach the status quo. May we in turn, seek to guide the mentality of the plebian masses toward more lofty, ignominious and noble heights.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I know I really shouldn't be posting another blog so soon. Don't forget to sign up for breakfast in the blog below, but I randomly found our Road Trip 2008 CD while looking for something else. I ran across this little video on it that clearly shows where a certain bovine species first originated in my mind. Watch it you'll figure it out. ; )
I decided to try something new this Friday morning breakfast. I will list what we need and throughout the week(sooner than later preferably) you all can comment and say what you will bring then other people can see what is already going to be brought and comment on something else to bring accordingly. Doesn't that make so much sense? Ok, so here's the list.
And whatever else you feel inspired to bring!!
Looking forward to seeing everyone there ( :
The above is just a pretty picture for you to look at while you decide what to bring ( ;
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I'm sorry this has nothing to do with peaches, but I must share that, like , I too have survived Adult Health 2! The feeling of exuberance is overwhelming! I also, like Shama, I have decided to post an equally unrelated photograph with the text.
Break is fast approaching; will you be caught unawares?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Thank you for the clarification, most is now clear. The subject matter of the two previous diagraphs, though formerly causing problematic inconclusiveness, has been brought to light by a mutual acquaintance. Though I deny ever sending aforementioned message about fructoids, I am in hearty agreement that the ensuing communications could indeed stimulate much clever discourse. With all amicability,
As you may already know, the aforementioned "invincible giant peach" has already begun its unparalleled work of demise that will ultimately conclude in the further judgment, harassment, and lastly the hysteria of all those that seek to be concealed within the dark embryo of its prehensile icon. I am fervently striving to procure your full and unmitigated engrossment in this rather pressing causatum in which we now find ourselves; yes even along with this whole great confederation, which is by no doubt due to the aloofness of a certain element of which has obviously been lacking. This entity which I have precendently alluded to has become such a nuance that in anticipation of the pre-required goods, they were utterly useless. For as much as I attempt to converse plainly, I did sense a peculiar discombobulation as to the exact issue of which I intended to address. To make contrivances more pristine I have compiled a brief rune to add to the senselessness of this type of reasoning:
Oh that today would be the cry,
Of such a random passerby,
To see the sun as though it gleams,
In after-years, yet before the beams,
Of celestial light stream down to reach,
The morbid doorsteps of the invincible giant peach.
With all due respect,
T. M. George
Your ostensible calculations as to the diameter of the massive fructoid were of tremendous value, albeit they seemed inconsistent with the general sagicity of your persona.
I wish to explore the possible perfunctory present/past parameters of sweetness and suculence, which are of intrinsic value to any deep conversation over the relative tonicity, realities, and objectives from whence we derive the parameters of massive fructicity.
The peach is a creation of undeniable beauty. Well rounded, it's juicy yellow nectar enclosed by a delicate skin of protection, it seems designed to thrill the beholder into paroxysms of adoration. Picked to perfection, the perpetual parameters of Peaches pendulate pensively...... passing pleasure.
You mentioned that I had stepped from underneath the invisible giant fructoid, but you were speaking metaphorically of course. I have stepped from beneath, leaping from the invisble to the tangible, now here, then nowhere. Leaping the streams of metaphor, I have scribed the peach in a rainbow.....
Of course, I wouldn't want to cast doubt on the credibility of our discourse, so I have made this message the essence of brevity, it's constructs are tangible, and it's descripitions quite fruitlike.
It's true that Plato described his forms in terms of peaches, In fact, Kierkegaard was only ready to make his existential leap after discovering that his mother had packed him an apple instead of a peach. Nietzches' writings can only be understood in the context of the fact that had an exceptionally rotten crop of peaches for the duration of his life.
So really, life just comes down to peaches.
In all regrets, without sincerity.
John Elliott Howe the Second.
P.S. True fact, my ancestor John Elliott Howe the First was scalped by indians in the 1600's.
Jonathan A. Gerrans, Esq.
Your ode to the invincible peach was deeply moving. Now we must begin to persuade humanity that life is best viewed through the ocular of peaches.
Now I will venture into the fruitful realm of world religions, as seen through peaches.
upon leaving the palace was greeted by the "four sights".
1. A man eating an apple.
2. A Woman eating an orange.
3. Children fighting over a bannana.
4. An elderly man looking forlornly at a peach pit.
Rudely awakened to the realities of a peachless life, decided to become an extreme ascetic, that is, to allow himself only 1 peach/ day. After a while, he realized that life was best traveled in "the middle way", or a diet 99% peaches by volume.
Whilst traveling with a few fellow peachers, set his eyes on a beautiful but green peach hanging from a tree. It was just above his reach, and his ideas of a balanced life would contradict any extraordinary efforts to climb the tree, so he decided to wait for the peach to fall. After 49 days of meditation on the peach, it actually fell into his hands,this historic act was otherwise called boddhi, or the "enlightenment". After devouring the peach, became because he had found the pefect equilibrium.
The Noble Eightfold Path is as follows.
1. Look for a .
2. Look for a good peach.
3. Meditate on the chosen fructine.
4. Meditate for 49 days.
5. Observe the chosen fructine
6. Compose odes to the peach.
7. Draw and Paint the peach.
8. When it falls into your hands, devour it.
offers a slightly tainted version of the above.....
Mr. T. M. George