Another David Said
Floofregard
Floofregard (floofinition) – An animal behavior act of treating someone or something as unworthy of regard or notice.
In use: “Pouring enthusiasm into his tone, he said, “Who’s hungry?” The cat responded with killing floofregard that culminated with a yawn before she commenced some idle grooming.”
Skyfloof
Skyfloof (floofinition) – Floofnadian Vancouver-based floof rock (flock) band originally active from 1971 to 1973.
In use: A song from Skyfloof’s debut album, “Floofflower”, provided the group with its most notable success.”
Thursday’s Theme Music
Nominating a cocky upbeat song from de ol’ days (1990) that spurted into the music stream this AM for today’s theme ditty. Has an infectious espresso-shot dance rhythm that picked me right up like a cheap distraction for a new affair. Glory to you, glory to you, take me there. As happens too consistently in this time of my life, recollection about the song is loaded with that sadness that another talented performer, this time Michael Hutchence, died before we were ready. He was definitely a rock star.
“Suicide Blonde”, INXS.
Little Floof
Little Floof (floofinition) – American floof rock (flock) band that plays a diverse mix of blues, country, folk, boogie, and Floof Orleans R&B. Formed in 1969 in Floof Angeles, the band re-formed in 1987 after being disbanded by the original founding member in 1979.
In use: “The song “Hate to Bite Your Finger” (1988) was Little Floof’s first number one flock song.”
Wednesday’s Theme Music
This is sort of an unusual choice, via a circuitous route.
First, outside, looking for the comet, NEOWISE. About 10:30ish PMish. The sky is og, so clear, and the night is empty church quiet,
Up visiting comes the house pantera, whining, whining, whining for attention as is his way. He gets some head skritches, as is my way. Exception is suddenly taken by him, as is his way. A warning is issued: you’re doing it wrong. Stop, or I’ll bite.
I stopped. He tottered off (as is his way). Now I’m looking at the sky but thinking about him getting ready to bite the hand that feeds you, a stream that conjured Nine Inch Nails and “The Hand That Feeds” (2005).
The song’s lyrics:
[Chorus]
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
h/t to Genius.com
On one side, when thinking of the song, I think of mask slackers. They claim that maskers are sheeple. By stepping out of line, mask slackers believe they are fighting the system. Masks are only useful (to them) as signs of oppression.
Maskers, of course, say, no, this isn’t a symbol of oppression, it’s a willingness to protect and be protected. It’s not about oppression at all.
Addressing another point I see in the song, dropping down to one knee is a protest against the system. But the song — and history — will have you on your knees if you’re being subjugated. This gives taking a knee it’s power; while others stood, Kap dropped to one knee. He did it to make the point, I’m not standing for this anthem. But dropping to a knee reminds us of being subjugated, and also says (in sports), hold up; pause. Take a break. But by taking a knee — especially in the modern NFL, that was interpreted by many as biting the hand that feeds.
Told you it was circuitous. Here’s the music.
Summer Lines
Sunshine got its say today.
Brought its rays out to blaze and bake.
Said, “I don’t plan to go away
Till I make you sweat and pay.”
Chill wind taking off some time,
going away to somewhere fun personified.
Said, “I’m not gonna tell you lies.
Gonna let sun bake you into fries.”
Day went on with its life.
Took the sun and wind in stride.
Said, “Don’t pay them none of your mind
Stick with me and we’ll be fine.”
Night came and it all settled down.
The three others went off like they were clowns.
Night mused, “It’s all quiet now.
So let’s get up and party down.”
The Energy Dream
Antsy and restless, my wife and I awaited an event.
We were seated in chairs outdoors, on a corner, by a dark sea. She was across from me. A sharp, blustery wind and leaden sky frequently pierced by sunshine highlighted a roiling, uneven intensity.
The mood I felt permeated a growing crowd. Roving gangs and knots of teenagers prowled, seeking outlets and distractions. I frequently looked to the horizon, waiting for the change that we feared and expected. A young woman who I vaguely knew came and sat on my lap. First she tried cajoling me into buying her a car. My wife, opposite, made snarky comments about the girl to friends. The girl annoyed me. She then tried seducing me, pushing my annoyance to the point that I removed her, and got up to walk.
The girl followed me, making comments. I decided it would be important for us to have water for what was to come and went to find some. My search brought me to a welcome center. Made mostly of clean bright white plastic, a lone, awkward appearing manned the place.
He spoke to me but I mostly ignored him. Multiple water dispensers existed but there weren’t any containers. I found a tin thing which I repurposed, then filled it. I tasted the water; it was fine. Looking at it, I discovered fine black sediment suspended in it. Pouring that water out, I cleaned the vessel, refilled it, and hurried back to the corner.
The event seemed to be beginning. We all gathered, standing to watch the ocean. A tall dark storm lit by silvery white backlight sprawled across the horizon. As a general said, “Here it comes. It’s bigger than expected,” a stern wind struck.
Although the wind rocked me back, his comments soothed me. I was happy that it was finally beginning. The general said, “It’s going to take longer to come because it’s bigger than expected.”
I was nodding because I was okay with that. Now that it was beginning, everyone relaxed and watched. Drinking crystal clear water from my tin, I waited.
