run, run, run

I’ve had two complete wicked great posts for the Tuesday Blog form in their entirety in my head and then go giggling, running away – like a spring brook. One was about the uncanny prescience of the Kid (me) landing in Golden Hill when story after story and poem after poem and post after post dreamed that years ago. And – yup – bye bye Golden Hill story. And one was a teisho (treatise, disquisition, teaching) on the title of the Harlan Ellison short story, “The Beast That Shouted Love at the Heart of the World.” Which, oh my head, it was so great, a laid-out understanding of the words “Beast” and “Love” holding hands for all eternity. But – sorry – that one skedaddled away too.

When I was in college there was a band named “Gross National Productions”, and a line from one of their songs was, “You don’t get much for three bucks nowadays.”

Which, considering this Blog don’t cost nothing, you’re still pretty much ahead for the day. Funky Tuesday.