Mad Macedonian

Air Poetry 9: Health Issues in Houston - Pt. 3

Recording the poetry of randomly overheard snippets of conversation written down as they catch my attention.

As usual, the results can be quite interesting. (AP 1 was in 2011)

 

Appearances

I look lovely today!
Go see the post-op in 6.
I'll probably burn his ass.
A troubling location.
That's kind of the custom.

 

(Overheard on his travels by the Mad Houstonian)

Air Poetry 8: Health Issues in Houston - Pt. 2

Recording the poetry of randomly overheard snippets of conversation written down as they catch my attention.

As usual, the results can be quite interesting. (AP 1 was in 2011)

Coping

She's not happy with it.
I know, it's BIG.
You have to be ambidextrous.
My sentiment exactly!
You're alive!
It's a timeshare.

(Overheard on his travels by the Mad Houstonian)

Next up = Air Poetry 9: Health Issues in Houston - Pt. 3

Air Poetry 7: Health Issues in Houston

Recording the poetry of randomly overheard snippets of conversation written down as they catch my attention.

As usual, the results can be quite interesting. (AP 1 was in 2011)

 

This getting in shape stuff sucks.
Don't worry about it.
I'm in a hurry,
I just got out of jail.
All the females in my family are for,
All the males against, it.
McDonald's, Burger King, or Subway?

 

(Overheard on his travels by the Mad Houstonian)

Next up = Air Poetry 8: Health Issues in Houston - Pt. 2

Mad Macedonian a Sight With Sore Eye

On the morning of April 18th I headed off to my Brachy Eye Cancer plaque insertion surgery, at MD Anderson, with a postive attitude my creative muses (in "Flat Cat" form) and these words, from Your Best Life Begins Each Morning Daily Devotionals by Joel Osteen, in tow:

April 17th: Dare to be happy with who you are this morning and who God made you to be.

April 18th: God has given us all different gifts, talents, and personalities on purpose.  Be an original. Dare to be different; be secure in who God made you to be and then go out and be the best that you can be. If you run that race and be the best that you can be, then you can feel good about yourself.

Meet the Friends of Mt. Rush Hour 2

In my last post I introduced you to a remarkable collection of presidential sculptures.      

Here are the rest of the sculptures that hang out with them in the yard outside the Adickes SculpturWorx, near downtown Houston:

The Beatles

Meet the Friends of Mt. Rush Hour 1

Last month I shared my visit to a collection of Presidential heads perched in a park alongside highway 288 near downtown Houston:

Ex-Ca. Writer Finds Houston Poetry Lovers Tough to Impress

http://www.madmacedonian.com/2013/03/-ex-ca-writer-finds-houston-poetry-lovers-tough-to-impress-.html

Recently, I found their friends, and a few more interesting statues besides

I visited the grounds of the Adickes SculpturWorx Studio, where more of David Adickes remarkable statues hang out together, hidden almost in plain sight, around the corner from the Sawyer Heights Target, at 2500 Summer St.

Looking for something free to occupy yourself with on a fine afternoon? Go here, take pictures of yourself and your family and friends, and visit the neighbor Betz Art Gallery, if it is open.

 

DEAR KOBE: A Letter of Encouragement From a Fan

Early Monday Morning, April 15, 2012:
 
Here I sit, reasonably close to the highest spot in all of Houston, near Willowbrook Mall, waiting for the bus to take me on the next stage of my journey to Old Town Spring to have lunch, my treat, with a longtime friend and fellow cat blogger who I will meet for the first time.
 
As I gaze down the street, looking for the bus, I am also gazing toward a hoped for creative, prosperous and very long life to come, my head almost as smooth as my bottom once was on that glorious March 5 day, in 1960, when Pomona Valley Hospital ushered me into this world.
 
Thursday, and on April 23rd, I will have eye cancer surgery, at MD Anderson, dealing a heavy blow to the latest and, hopefully, last of several physical issues that have tested my faith, my confidence and my physical strength since spring 2010.
 
Neither seizure, broken ankle, or left and right eye issues have dampened my sense of humor, my pride in my creative abilities, my confidence in relocating to Houston, my ability to ride a bike, nor my determination to find work and build a platform and future for myself as a writer and even speaker.
 
I read in the Sunday Houston Chronicle about Kobe Bryant, of the Lakers; and his reaction on Facebook to his torn Achilles heel, suffered in a recent game…

“Why the hell did this happen? Makes no damn sense. Now I’m supposed to come back from this and be the same player, or better, at 35? How in the world am I supposed to do that? Maybe this is how my book ends. Maybe Father Time has defeated me.”

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Houston Finds its First Poet Laureate

Back in February I reported about the city of Houston searching for its first poet laureate.

http://www.madmacedonian.com/2013/02/houston-looking-for-1st-poet-laureate.html

A few days ago they announced that one had been found.

There were 21 applicants and the person chosen was described as someone whose "poetry has been mostly personal, something she shares with family and friends."

Gwendolyn Zepeda is best known for her novels and a long-running blog.

Houston Not Safe For Cyclists? Give Us a Measly 3ft., Please!

 

Dear Houston:

My name is the Cycling Dude. I also fancy myself  The Mad Houstonian. I have bicycled all my life and, up until last September, that was all in southern California. In 2003 I began one of the earliest bike blogs in America and while that blog ended in 2010, I still write about my cycling adventures. I am a poet, storyteller, commentator, photographer and safe cycling advocate and, now, I look forward to exploring my new home on 2 wheels.

Houston, you are a huge ol’ place, you cover a lot of ground. You started small, but now you have grown so big that motor vehicles compete to make the loudest sound.  It’s said you give bicyclists lots of space to ride around alongside bayous, large and small.

Multi-use trails do abound but I ask, is that all? Is that the only option for me to saddle up and pedal toward? Can I also safely share the road with motorists and trust my precious life on your many, varied, city streets?

Mad Houstonian on Exploring and Learning to Love, Houston

Recently Anthony Lauriello, graduating senior at Rice University, here in Houston, wrote about coming here from out-of-state expecting to find a “grimy, uncultured place”, a huge mega-city sprawl where burritos didn’t come splashed with green chili.
 
During the 4 yrs. he has lived here he found himself growing to like the place, a city he described as not simply a “paved-over swamp, but a very pleasant paved-over swamp.” I’ll bet that made him some friends when they read that in the paper, hee, hee!
 
As a jogger and a foodie, he found himself venturing further and further from the safe confines of his college campus and exploring and experiencing what this city has to offer. His confusion over opposition to “viable public transit and expansion of metro rail” is something I can understand and I’ve only been here just over 6 months.