GRIZZLY PEAR

written snapshots

Category: Artifacts

  • I sang the lullaby that never lulled them to sleep.

    The kids wanted a ride in the office chair.

    I wanted to tell them to wait.
    (while typing up a response on an internet forum.)

    “This might be my last chance.”

    I pushed them around the house until lunch was ready.

    ䷬䷿

    sublime and enduring perseverence is needed

  • Her shield was a pink pillow with cartoon Star War figures, a gift from Australian visitors.

    We played catapult last weekend.
    One bed was a fortress of blankets and pillows.

    I lay on the other bed and lobbed stuffed animals over the walls.
    They jumped, blocked, and threw the animals back.

    Surprisingly, mom didn’t give us grief about the mess.
    Unsurprisingly, my shoulder was sore for a few days.

    ䷮䷧

    joy comes softly

  • At dinner the boy took a spaceship to the planet of the kak-ka-roaches.

    A roach sat on our fresh loaf of raisin-date bread.

    Baked yesterday, resting overnight in the toaster oven.

    The door was closed, but it didn’t stop him.

    A burnt date with antennae.

    ䷡䷍

    a goat butts against a hedge
    it cannot go backward it cannot go forward

  • How did they do this before the internet?

    Spent the afternoon looking up candidates.
    State and local races.

    This is their first step in the minor leagues.
    The winners start the path to become big leaguers tomorrow.
    (The ones we all love to hate.)

    Early is when our votes count.
    When noone else is paying attention.

    Go.

    ䷆䷃

    there is game in the field

  • Playing the wooden flute looked a lot easier on youtube.

    Squeek!
    Wheeze!
    Whizz!

    This will be fun.

    ䷸䷕

    winds following one upon the other

  • The lawn’s a stage and the patio the ampitheater.

    He accidentially sat between two chairs.

    A stunned look.
    Then laughter.

    He did it again.

    “Butt-floor!”
    “Butt-floor!”
    “Butt-floor!”

    shock comes — oh oh!
    laughing words — ha ha!

  • There was a world where days would elapse between click and see.

    The boy drew on the board.

    Took a photo of his work.

    Added a couple more lines.

    Took another photo.

    ䷨䷥

    one may use two small bowls for sacrifice

  • An imaginary world blossomed in the plain suburban bedroom.

    The kids played with Zooloretto again.

    Pulled out the pieces and boards to create a big zoo on the floor.

    She added Lego people as visitors.
    Gave it a grand entry from her Spike Essential set.

    They built a hostel with Jenga blocks.

    A big blue cushion was a swimming pool.

    The ipad played music in the background.
    I enhanced the ambiance with my ukulele.


    They told me to stop.

    ䷟䷷

    restlessness as an enduring condition brings misfortune

  • Zooleretto, Michael Schacht, 2007

    I played Zooloretto at my first game night at Jim and Troung’s house.
    Just OK.

    But who can deny a giant panda on the cover?

    So I bought it as my birthday present.
    We played it once according to the rules.

    Then they constructed a massive mega zoo in the playroom,
    Filled the pens with animals.
    Lego people visited Zoo.

    ䷰䷩

    Zooleretto is a good game, deserving of the SDJ. I prefer the conceptual purity of Coloretto but now appreciate the purposeful complexity provided by additions to the original engine. She still dislikes competitive games. Maybe they will enjoy it in a few years.

  • She waited all weekend to give us this performance.

    Last night, the girl staged a production of Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

    The actors were stuffed animals.
    The props were toys and furniture from around the house.
    (The porridge were tins filled with Lincoln Logs).

    She advertised it with handdrawn posters around the house.
    Before the performance, we stood in line and surfed our phones.

    The good old days.

    What we will do when we re-enter the world?

    thus the superior man stirs up the people
    and strengthens their spirit