With A Bloop Scoop, A Chimney Swoop, & A Rudder Full of Mud

Life is happening. All around us. With very little editing and less to be done. I saw an old DVD player strewn about the local Methie's trash heap. A Patrick Swayze DVD (Ghost) was trapped inside. The pottery scene was waiting to be sniggered at but even with a screwdriver I was unable to free the DVD. I could download a torrent or turn on late night cable but it wouldn't be the same.

Do me one favor. Whenever you find a discarded videotape, DVD, CD, book, or any form of communication: give it your time & effort. Listening to the universe bears copious rewards.

The spontaneity of found objects went unmatched by anything on broadcast television...until tonight. There is a show called Taxidermy Trails. The host, Dan Brantley, greets you from 1996. He puts his dogs in a box, puts the box in the back of a pick up truck & drives to the woods for hunting. From there, Mr. Brantley skulks through the underbush until killing something. With the animal dead he hoists it up for a series of comedic poses before gutting the animal and turning it into a piece of art.

Every commercial was for the Pennsylvania Institute of Taxidermy. It wasn't just one though. PIT had 8 commercials for each demographic (including women! Ladies? Not cut out for cosmetology school? Then how bout filleting some foxes?").

I was transfixed by this. As if abducted into the Deep South.

I feel the same way about life right now but can't go any further with this explanation.