The Autumnal Equinox 2010, or, The Moon is the Battlefield Where I First Said, "I Love You."

Frank Stanford is rolling in his grave. Or smiling. You never know about Ol' Frank.

It's almost the first day of Fall.

The Autumnal Equinox always does screwy things to me.

I feel like being a minimalist tonight, so I will be.

"You don't know me.

-- I do what I want."

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Misquote great poet. Quote cartoon star!

I'm sitting at my desk, with a child's-size Breathe-Right Strip across the bridge of my nose. I've been sick since Sunday night.

Caught it from the child. She was sick Friday through Monday. Went to school Tuesday (now yesterday). The school nurse called at one o'clock, waking me from my re-heated lasagna and Sudafed induced slumber, to say, "Your child is in the office, throwing up in our trash can."

Why wouldn't she be?

Because God loves me SO much, he gave his only begotten Son, to come to Earth, to be a door to door salesman. A book salesman! For five dollars extra, you can get his autograph in red ink.

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I am tired.

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I have become quite infatuated with Man v. Food host Adam Richman. Due to my own created-through-spontaneous-writing fantasy. Now I don't chastise him for overeating...watched three episodes last night, and imagined myself at his table-side, handing him napkins, cheering him on. "Eat, you Yankee, son of a bitch!"

I was a sailor in a former life.

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The Moon is the Battlefield...

I've been accidentally mangling the title of Frank Stanford's epic poem. I don't know how long I've been doing this. Doesn't matter. But the other night, while checking emails, I was inspired to entitle my next train-of-thought blog piece, 'Gmail is the Battlefield Where I First Said I Love You'.

But it's not 'The Moon is the Battlefield Where I First Said I Love You'...stupid Ginger. The title is: 'The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You'.

So the Moon is not the battlefield. The Moon is ON the battlefield. And now the Moon can speak. It says I love you, to whom? I don't know. The Sun, I suppose.

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The Autumnal Equinox vs. My Internet Anxiety!

The Summer Solstice is the day with the most light.

The Winter Solstice is the day with the most night.

The Vernal Equinox (March) and the Autumnal Equinox (September) are the days where dark and light are almost equal?

Well, it's at least where the center of the sun tries to bore a hole through the center of the equator, which is wrapped dead center 'round the center of the Earth.

Hmm? Balance.

Libra-type holiday. Always searching for balance, and tomorrow I'll have it.

But to be Libra, bipolar, AND alive on the Autumnal Equinox: it's almost a holy trifecta of insanity! I feel wired.

Always a strange day. The death of Summer. The First day of Fall -- Sorry Foreign People: "The First day of Autumn." Plus, the first day of Libra season. Where you can openly hunt Libras! Get a permit. An orange vest. Fill a thermos. Wear camouflage. You're not nervous, are you? Tell the Libra something romantic, and they'll go into daydreamer's mode -- like headlights in a deer's eyes. Now all you gotta do is pull the trigger.

On the battlefield. I like the Moon AS the battlefield. It's the end of time, and we're all living on the Moon, and pretty soon, the Moon will implode, due to both armies having plenty of explosives. "I love you."

"You never told me."

Boom!

And then it's over.

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Enjoy your last day of Summer.

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Photo credit: Ginny Stanford. 1973. Of poet Frank Stanford, shooting a short-film entitled IT WASN'T A DREAM, IT WAS A FLOOD, in a certain state where a discontented Libra needs sleep.

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