Langley Writes

about her rich and random life

A Haiku Trio for X-Day April 29, 2011

Filed under: poems,writing — Langley Writes @ 12:34 pm
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The Royal Wedding

Wish we were in England but

I’m xenophobic

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Seeing the xebec

Made me think cool Johnny Depp

Sailed to my hometown

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Small rainforest bird

In danger of extinction

Help save the xenops

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My First Car was a VW April 27, 2011

Filed under: general drivel — Langley Writes @ 1:09 pm

Yep, for those of you that are playing along, I’m sure you guessed it. My first car was … wait for it … a VW. How good is that? See how clever I am, writing about my first car to catch up with the A-Z Blogging Challenge. I’m behind on my V-day post and today is W-day so this works out peachy. Okay, enough with the self congratulations, let me think of how to turn this lucky coincidence into something you may find interesting to read.

It was a huge accomplishment, buying that car. I didn’t own anything at the time, and had no credit. The car was a white Volkswagen Jetta. Stripped bare. No power anything, but it was mine.

On my drive to work, I passed a corner building that was made of mirrors. There was a stoplight at that corner and I never minded when it was red. I got to look at my car’s profile in the mirror. It was a good looking car.

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The car was a lemon. It was a dud. I had to put oil in the engine every time I gassed up. At the time when I was counting every penny, I was buying more oil than food. Feeding my car better than I was feeding myself. So I got busy. I hounded the dealership. I was relentless. When I found no satisfaction there, I went to Volkswagen corporate. I made noise. I researched and quoted Lemon Laws. I stayed on them like a bad dream. After spending lots of energy,  Volkswagen sent a corporate mechanic to evaluate my car. It was, indeed, a lemon. I’m happy to report that they made it right. Yay for VW and yay for me.

Don’t give up.

 

U2’s (re)Unification Song: One April 25, 2011

Filed under: friends,inspiration,joy — Langley Writes @ 7:14 pm
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U2. Bono, The Edge, Adam Clayton and Larry Mullen Jr. comprise one of the best and longest-running rock bands of our time. U2 joined together in 1976. As with all long-term commitments, however, the band hit a rough patch while recording Achtung Baby. Creative difference ran so high, the band considered breaking up.

In the recording studio, The Edge was improvising on his guitar and came up with a chord progression that caught the band’s attemtion. The guys joined in and spontaneously composed One. Bono wrote the lyrics, and although the message is interpreted a variety of ways, the song was undeniably inspired by the band’s splintering relationship.

So this U-day on the A-Z Blogging Challenge is dedicated to U2. And unification. I celebrate the fact that U2 worked out their differences and continue to bring the world brilliant and relevant music.

One is U2’s (re)Unification Song. Here you go:

You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life

What’s your favorite U2 song?

Sources: YouTube, Wikipedia, lyrics007
 

T is for… Tea April 23, 2011

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T is for tea because I love it. All kinds of tea. I’ve never tasted a tea that I didn’t like. I’ve had the good fortune of traveling all over the world. During my travels, I’ve had proper tea in England and explored a variety of green teas across Asia. Right here at home, I enjoy good, basic iced tea.

Being from the south, iced tea is a staple. But we didn’t drink iced tea growing up. My parents thought we needed milk to build bones so… we drank milk. At every meal. Very un-southern-like, milk was our go-to beverage. It wasn’t until I forged out on my own that I started my love affair with tea.

My vagabond days are over and I’ve settled down, back here in the south. Fortune smiles on me (again). The Charleston Tea Plantation is close to our house. America’s only working tea farm is right here, where I live.

Local tea. Fresh, delicious tea. Right here. Did I mention that I love tea?

If you want to read more about the Charleston Tea Plantation, check out these articles:

America’s Only Working Tea Farm is in Charleston, South Carolina

Making Tea at Charleston Tea Plantation in Charleston, South Carolina

Product Review: American Classic Tea in Pyramid Tea Bags

 

Super Siblings: I Won the Sweepstakes April 22, 2011

It’s true. I won the siblings sweepstakes. My brother and my sister are exceptional people. If they weren’t in my family, I’d still want to hang out with them. The three of us are wildly different but it works seamlessly. We all have our strengths, our ‘position’ within the familial unit. Birth order probably has something to do with the harmony, but so does personality. We just fit together. It makes sense.

It’s hard for me to summarize my relationship with my brother and my sister in a single post. In fact, I could write for days and not clearly communicate the depth of my respect and love for both of them. So I’m taking the easy road. I’ll let other, more articulate people speak for me. Here are some of my favorite quotes about siblings:

A sibling may be the keeper of one’s identity, the only person with the keys to one’s unfettered, more fundamental self.  ~Marian Sandmaier

We know one another’s faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar.  We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws.  ~Rose Macaulay

I don’t believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers.  It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage.  Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.  ~Maya Angelou

To the outside world we all grow old.  But not to brothers and sisters.  We know each other as we always were.  We know each other’s hearts.  We share private family jokes.  We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.  We live outside the touch of time.  ~Clara Ortega

Sibling relationships – and 80 percent of Americans have at least one – outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship.  They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.  ~Erica E. Goode, “The Secret World of Siblings,” U.S. News & World Report, 10 January 1994

 

Ricochet Rabbit: A Favorite Childhood Cartoon April 21, 2011

Ricochet Rabbit was my hero.

He was a cartoon character from a short segment on Hanna-Barbera’s The Magilla Gorilla Show. Ricochet Rabbit and Droop-a-Long were the law in the western town of Hoop ‘n’ Holler. Ricochet Rabbit was fast, real fast. He could race around and bounce off walls at the speed of old-timey animation. Nobody could catch Ricochet Rabbit. As a kid, I was little and fast. Nobody could catch me. I practiced bouncing off the walls, always hopeful that I would magically become as rubbery as Ricochet. I wanted to literally bounce off the walls. I thought that was soooooo cool.

My parents were in an informal bridge club. The games rotated and when it was their turn to play host they would pull out the old vinyl-top card table, open a can of black olives and a jar of peanuts, and make sure we had something to occupy ourselves in the back of the house. I was very young. I loved attention.

At the perfect time, I would blast into the living room where the grownups were playing bridge. I would run around the room, flinging myself against the walls yelling bing, bing, BING! Ricochet Rabbit. (Ricochet always referred to himself in third person).

That’s where the memory ends. I have no idea how my parents explained my bizarre behavior, although I’m certain that wasn’t the only dramatic outburst these folks ever saw from me. I’m positive I graced the guests with encore preformances of Ricochet Rabbit whenever my parents hosted bridge club.

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In fact checking this post I was amazed to discover that Ricochet Rabbit only played for 2 seasons, only 23  episodes. The Hanna-Barbera classic ran from January 14, 1964 – December 4, 1965. How (and WHY!?) it made such an impression on me is a mystery. But I still think Ricochet Rabbit was a cool cat, and I am pleased to write about him for R-day in the A-Z Blogging Challenge.

Perhaps it’s Ricochet Rabbit (who lived in Hoop ‘n’ Holler), that started my love of alliteration. That should have dawned on me when I wrote this post: Alliteration: Why I Love It.

And maybe Ricochet Rabbit’s propensity for referring to himself in the third person prompted this post: Writing About Yourself in the Third Person. BTW, the comments on that post make me laugh.

I still feel like Ricochet Rabbit sometimes. Bing, bing, BING!

 
Source: wikipedia.org / image: public domain
 

Q is for Quality: Quality of Life April 20, 2011

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After I wrote my P-post yesterday, I reflected on how the concept of quality of life is ever-changing. In the post (about popsicles, you can read it here) I described one of many fond childhood memories that did not require fancy trappings. Although a short post, the comments let me know the message was received the way I intended.

Quality is subjective. What I consider ‘fine quality’ may differ from you. A clear definition of quality of life is impossible to pin down.

The current economic climate seems to be shifting people’s personal definitions of ‘quality of life.’ Whether by choice or by necessity, simple pleasures are making a comeback. I’m glad.

Enough deep thoughts from me. Let’s test my theory.

Sound off…

What’s your definition of a good ‘quality of life?’

 

 
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