the pomegranate tiger

Sometimes, when I want to access my blog and I'm on a computer that doesn't have it bookmarked, I'll just do a Google search. The other day, I Googled pomegranate tiger and found another Pomegranate Tiger: Pomegranate Tiger , a progressive/metal/rock band It made me laugh because I wondered how many of their fans go Googling for them and end up at my blog? I'm also wondering how they came up with the name. They look like a fairly new band and I've had this blog for quite a few years, so did one of the members stumble upon my blog and think, "Hmm. Cool. Hey, guys. Whaddya think? I found this site by an elderblogger with this really cool name." Nah.

I'm lazy,so I'm posting something I've done elsewhere. The following is a piece I wrote for an online forum group that was given the prompt, "Fair? You want fair?" It started out as a dialogue between characters having an argument about the fairness of life, but it sounded so full of cliches that I scrapped it. Then I read a piece by Margaret Atwood that got me thinking of trying it as an assertion rather than a question. This eventually led me to try writing it in the second person. I almost never write in the second person. But here it is. Fair. You want fair? Of course you do. Everyone does. All your life you’ve been told to be fair, play fair, act fair, and you expect fairness in return. You build your life around being fair. You speckle your speech with statements like “to be fair,” it’s only fair,” “in all fairness”. You build a fairness cocoon around yourself. It envelops you and all those around you. The cocoon is layered with all the fairness you’ve s...

After more than seven months away from blogging, I decided to post something yesterday (Monday) and was greeted by the above, followed by: Blogger is unavailable right now. We apologize for this interruption in service. I ruefully mentioned the irony of this on a forum I frequent and an online friend noted how Catch-22 it sounded. It was a rather Zen-like experience. I mean, the blogger me had been unavailable, but now was available, yet apparently currently unavailable. It makes one think. In reality, I should have posted the above disclaimer in my banner these last seven months.

I've found a new-to-me site for playing with words. Susan from Stony River says: Welcome to Microfiction Monday, where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer. For Microfiction Monday #34 "What's the matter?" "You always go first." "No, I don't." "Yes, you do. You’re doing it now." "Then you go first." "No." "Why not?" "I don’t know the way."