July Open Thread

10 comments

  1. The Tardy Editors says:

    Apologies to all who sent in submissions in June, we were away on a California Bike Trip and just got back and will start posting this week. Thanks as always for your less than 77 words of genius!

    July 7th, 2011 at 5:50 PM

  2. Back after 11 years says:

    The San Jose Giants game

    Something about the way the sun slants on the mountains, the way the bbq smells, makes me want to wax homeric. O Most Unchanged of Venues, the Rosy-Fingered sunset etches the Holy Umunuhm. Or something similar.
    But i do bow, most humbly, to the great sameness in this valley of change. It’s like Dad still works at IBM and the Century Theaters are new.

    July 25th, 2011 at 8:23 PM

  3. Sparrow says:

    The kind of foggy, kind of sunny morning makes me think I have no pressing needs. No deadlines. No assignments. And so it’s ok for me to just listen to the morning sprinklers going off next door, and try to guess when the first stage starts and the next ones begin. I bet the sidewalk is wet.

    July 25th, 2011 at 8:25 PM

  4. Ellen Rosen says:

    The cruel protocols of discarded things makes me embarassed that the hat I wear today has a rip in it. Even the hipsters on south first look at me like I don’t belong. Or maybe it’s just me.

    July 25th, 2011 at 8:27 PM

  5. Roger the Baron says:

    What I see right now

    The pollen falls from the pepper tree. A butterfly. A little one. The top of the redwood tree next door, swinging slightly in the breeze. Shingles. Sky that looks like there’s fog coming. A fence that’s falling down. A chainlink fence that isn’t. The top of a jeep.

    July 25th, 2011 at 8:29 PM

  6. susie murillo says:

    The Place, south first street.

    I have driven by it a million times. Is it really the longest bar in town? How do they know?

    July 25th, 2011 at 8:30 PM

  7. Back after 11 years says:

    The House Next To Yours on Randol

    I guess got knocked down and the Tuscan Villa is in its place. It looks funny, but for the life of me I can’t remember now what was there before. Although I do remember that the son of the owner sometimes sat cross-legged in the summer in the front yard and smoked pot. Your mother was torn between understanding and embarassment.

    July 25th, 2011 at 8:33 PM

  8. Ellen Rosen says:

    You can tell me as much as you want.
    Gently close the door
    But the gentle has somethig hard in it
    walk down to the corner store on Hedding.
    Come back later
    Brown bag
    But it’s iced tea
    How disappointing
    We talk, mostly you
    it’s ok
    You take it on more than I do
    Hat tip to you

    But I do envy the smell of a sole cigarette on your t-shirt the next day

    July 31st, 2011 at 9:33 PM

  9. Roanne the Spider Lady says:

    That’s just you being observant
    Susan said when I said that the spiders were back
    They’re here all the time she said
    I thought about that
    It’s true:
    The sun comes in at a different angle
    We moved the books so you could see more
    And take in the August sunsets over Monte Bello
    But we haven’t been here sunset time so I don’t know
    But i do know the spider webs in the corners outside are growing

    July 31st, 2011 at 9:36 PM

  10. Mrs. Clean says:

    Your backyard is a pirate’s treasure of OSH bargains.
    The trampoline.
    The hammocks.
    The swing chair.
    The swing set (even though Todd left for college last year)
    And even the plastic standup planters.
    I bet you have the power drill
    That you bought one day on San Carlos
    The one by the longest overpass in San Jose
    With the worst sidewalks
    And you have the receipt to this day because you’ve never opened it.
    But still: 40% off

    July 31st, 2011 at 9:48 PM