By: Kiki Keane and Rachel Womek
Greetings Constant Readers from the hazy nebula of our collective imagination!
First of all we would like to issue a shout out to a great blogger and a personal friend of Rachel’s. The Desert Scientist, an entomologist who blogs primarily about the environment, the flora and fauna of New Mexico and Women Scientists. He regularly features the biographies of different female scientists. We commend him for bringing the scientific contributions of these often overlooked scientist to light and for educating the public about the oft ignored creepy crawlies. Rachel, at least, loves reading about reptiles, insects and arachnids! He’s also a pretty darn good photographer.
Rachel has been doing a few Haiku, with the goal of one a day. So far it hasn’t been going quite that way. Some days she writes none and others she will jot down several she has been collecting in the vast and largely unexplored reservoirs of her mind. O.K, O.K, maybe I am getting a little carried away. They are not anything special; just my way of exercising a tiny bit of creativity and enabling me to do a small bit of writing each day. We can’t all write impressive novels like Kiki (haha!)
Beneath the mountian
Poppies consume the desert.
Clear morning reveals
Coral colored blossoms.
Thorny cactus plant.
Marching brown army,
Ants invading the kitchen.
Stay away from my stove!
As for me (Kiki), well…I’ve done very little this week. Since I am unemployed I have vast amounts of time on my hands so I thought I’d take the opportunity to do something creative and productive. Hence, the novel. Sadly, when it comes to me, vast amounts of time leads to laziness. Basically this means that I have done very little this week. I have written maybe three hundred words of my novel (it should be about 1600 a day). I have not practiced Arabic and I have not read a single word of anything. Not a book, not a poem, not a newspaper.
I did, however, manage to get my lazy butt out of bed to see The Raven yesterday. I was pleasantly surprised. It is not a cinematic masterpiece, but it was worth the money. Also, it was sufficiently gruesome. Later I rented A Dangerous Method. It was pretty good, too. I enjoyed the acting, which is saying something. I would recommend both.
I also saw sat down with an old friend for the first time in nearly ten years. We had a great deal to talk about. One of the things we talked about was the dismal state of affairs we are in when it comes to what the American people know about history and about books. For example, my friend mentioned that according to a survey, most young people did not know that the movie Titanic was based on a historical event! How could they know about the Titanic? It may not be favorite historical tragedy (and yes, I understand how creepy it is to have favorite historical tragedy), but it was huge! Also, I mentioned that Longfellow and Emerson were mentioned (not nicely) by Poe in The Raven. Actually, it was suppose to be funny. I was the only one that laughed. I’m sure the friend I went with knew who those illustrious men were and why it was funny, but there wasn’t peep from anyone else. This saddens me. Is this were we are headed? Where reality stars and football scores are more famous and more important then our tragedies and triumphs, our great men of letters? Really? I don’t think I want to be part of that world. Maybe I should just become hermit.
Rachel would like to add that I’ve been trying to become a hermit for years! It is easier said than done. I have one more haiku to bore you all with it is one I just wrote while Kiki was zealously typing away. This is something I saw today between Las Cruces and Hatch.
Men baling green hay;
Sweet scented under the sun.
Last days of April.