The Sara Bellum Review: Volume Ii

By Carl Fanning

If we can agree that creativity is the highest activity of the human mind, then Bingo! You have hit the jackpot. You have just walked into a powerhouse of fully illustrated, well written, creative prompts. They are accessible, entertaining, teeming with energy and as the art work on the cover indicates, original. Spend a few minutes perusing The Review and you'll see how the author has captured the dynamics of the King's English in such a way as to separate it from other books in the field. Youll enjoy it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468540475

Carl Fanning

The author, who tries to be one of those people on whom nothing is lost, has a list of favorite things which include long walks, the Marx Brothers, pumpkin pie, short sentences and the tendency to listen when his cyber friends warn him against disclosing too much personel information. Was Mark Twain ever concerned about hacking when back in 1883 he penned Hackleberry Finn? And that's enough about me?

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The Sara Bellum Review

Volume II

Carl Fanning

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© 2012 Carl Fanning. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 4/23/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4685-4049-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4685-4048-2 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4685-4047-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011901815

Fiction disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

Contents

Introduction

Abstract

Alliteration

Art

Circus

Commercial Break

Creativity

Day in the Life

DNA

Food for Thought

Generic

Grammar

History

Irony

Literature

Look Around

Math

Metaphors

Miscellaneous

Money

Music

Musings

Personification

Poetry

Point of View

Puns 

Really

Romance

Science

Signs of the Times

Time

Weather

The Word Chairman

Zoology

Image Credits

The Thinker © Eric Honeycutt

Fish © Silvie Gouraguine

Surreal Rendering of Chair © Ralf Kraft

Comedy Tradegy Masks, Mardi Gras © Irisangel

Edgar Allen Poe © Patricia Hofmeester

Medieval Hero © Carla F. Castagno

Film Strip Abstract © Leigh Prather

David and Goliath © Zeelias 65

Tea Ceremony © Paseven

Abstract Water Tower © Dan Collier

Water Pitcher © Ljzendoorn

Snow White and Gnomes © Nataly Bannykh

When Pigs Fly © Michael Adams

Times Square & W 42 Street signs, Manhatten © Sharrocks

Abstract Man Smoking © Alena Ryabchenko

It’s Time to go © Revensis

Introduction

Mary McCoy, a member of the writing team and a distant relative to the surgeon on Star Trek was assigned to write the introduction. She sat at her kitchen table for three days laboring in the throes of angst trying to figure out how to give this book a workable sendoff. Her efforts were all for naught. How, she wondered does one go about blending the prompts in toto 4826 into a palatable stew that can be served to the public?

At long last she decided to convert the days into pots and pans and put them on the stove and let destiny determine the burner that would get things cooking.

Would it work? Mary had her doubts? Besides she was at her wits end and worn out and in her frustration she buried her head in her crossed arms and fell asleep at the table.

Now, we all know that anything is possible in the dream world. We arrive at any number of solutions to our problems in the nether realm of complete relaxation. A nap might open the door for a deux ex machina resolution to the weary writer’s dilemma or a supernatural intervention to save the plot and why not? Dreams are highly elastic and it isn’t that much of a stretch for the image of a Ray Bradbury to intervene, to make an appearance on the scene and lesson Mary’s angst.

Once in the kitchen, the science fiction writer went straight for the stove and emptied a glass of water into the pot which was followed by the 4826 prompts. He turned on the burner with his right hand and with the left reached into his pant pocket for a note which he slipped under Mary’s elbow. The author of Fahrenheit 451 then disappeared as if he had been beamed up to a starship.

An undetermined amount of time later, Mary awoke and noticed the piece of paper next to her. She unfolded it and began to read. The note was a quote from a nineteen seventies issue of Writer’s World in which Bradbury had described creativity as a nuclear process or a bombardment of particles that coalesce into thought.

Wow, Mary muttered as she arose from the table and made her way to the kitchen sink.

She threw some water in her face and grabbed a towel from the handle on the refrigerator door, her mind still on the Bradbury.

He was of course describing a micro-world of some two billion neuro-transmitters each of which can fire into thousands of connectors, she remarked to herself.

She replaced the towel and noticed a bumble bee sunning on the window ledge.

You know, she said continuing the dialogue with the only person in the room, "these little creatures are not suppose to be able to fly.

Yea, right, and like the snap of a towel an inner voice replied, unless they are carrying backpacks that contain a book on aerodynamics.

The pot full of prompts was simmering and inviting a taste test and Mary was more than willing to oblige. She sipped and read:

Clutch your pillow when you want to shift into a higher dream.

Excellent, she whispered and wiped her mouth.

Mary tapped the ladle free of the juices and returned the spoon to its stand. Her mind returned to the seventies when she recalled being a member of a circle of friends who called themselves Saganites. They spent hours in the California desert gazing into the vastness of space where only relativity could make sense of it all.

The sheer numbers involved with distance alone seemed to trail off into an arc the length of a comet’s tail. It all begged the question: Just what is it that we are looking for-signs of life or the meaning of existence?

We should know, Mary continued the dialogue with herself, "that there is plenty of life in a bumble bee and it doesn’t need a backpack full of science to explain its purpose.

Yes, it is all about being. What conclusions did we reach after stirring the cosmos with our telescopic spoons that the bee couldn’t teach?

In fact it occurred to Mary on many occasions as the decades wore on that they, the Saganites were looking in the wrong direction. The outside panorama is but window dressing, an illusion. You have to step inside the store to find out what is really going. Peering inward is the driving motif behind countless age old stories, including the Holy Grail: What is it that you are searching for abroad that cannot be found in your own back yard?

When you gaze within, the outside world begins to change. Prompts pop up like Munchkins from the Land of Oz. You’ll see lollipops dancing in candy shops and you’ll understand the symbolism behind the yellow brick road.

* * *

What exactly are the prompts about? the scarecrow wanted to know.

First let’s talk semantics, Mary began. "Prompts, topics or entries are old words for what we have here. As of yet we have no name for them. They have not been classified as either genus or species in the realm of the language arts. Plus, only a scattering of them take the form of a question. What do you make of that?" she asked rhetorically and then continued.

"The prompts are the gleanings of life. They lie untapped in such unsung places as the leftover paint when the artist is finished with his landscape. Topic clusters often hide under a couch pillow and take the form of errant pennies or paper clips in which you get two together for the price of one. They ride under the metal weights that balance your tires. They reside in alleys, on top of buildings or within a tree when the sprite takes the day off. More than a few have been kicked around in soccer games at the toe of a sock. Twelve of them know that the inches around the nose of a clown are the exact length of a gold brick.

"They can be airborne. When in a rush, one will travel with the wind on the fluffy white thread of a daffodil.

"As for the flying monkey, he can breathe a sigh of relief in knowing that he has enough topical bananas in his backpack to make it back to the castle.

You know, the straw man interrupted, that’s all very breezy but my hat just flew off and look what just flew in-crows and he started to wave his arms about frantically.

Mary could see the man’s problem and his embarrassment. After all, his job was to repel the birds. He’d have to learn to out think them. Meanwhile, she decided to continue with the introduction.

"Insofar as the eighteenth century English poet William Blake challenged us to ‘see the world in a single grain of sand,’ what you are about to read are tiny stories or microcosms/seeds that can be sewn on a textual plantation and if the harvest consists of cotton, you’ll be writing a shirt story.

"Seriously… to describe the book’s contents is to be as varied as the shifting dunes in a desert. They know no bounds. They can be found everywhere. In fact, since the prompts are empowered with time cards, we were not surprised when three were deciphered from a stack of clay tablets in the ancient Library of Alexandria.

"In ancient Rome an umpire yanked a piece of paper from his back pocket and read the contents to an irate crowd: ‘I call’em as I see’em.’

"We have found evidence of their presence in one of Benjamin Franklin’s desk drawers next to his bifocals.

"One was found carved into the handle of Walt Whitman’s rake while he was cleaning up his ‘Leaves of Grass.’

"Yet another was inked into place below a WANTED poster that was nailed to a tree near Denver in 1861. Three days later on April 29, one bounced out of a saddlebag full of mail being delivered by a Pony Express rider.

"And it is more than just a tall tale that we uncovered a handful of prompts buried beneath some wood chips behind Paul Bunyan’s summer cabin.

"The entries have travelled. My Irish boyfriend tells me that they have even crossed the International Date Line.

With the pesky birds gone, the scarecrow was back.

Do you have as many prompts as there are bricks in the yellow road?

No, but I should mention that the number was self determining, replied Mary.

Let’s personify, she suggested.

"When an idea arrives in the middle of the night and is convinced that he is the best three point shooter in the land, you put him on the team. The text is a vehicle. If they want to drive for us, the writing team, all they need is a license to create.

And how do you apply for such a permit?

Just call or stop by your local office of Human Concern.

By the way, your overalls—are you wearing Levis? Mary wanted to know.

Yes, Levi Straws, replied the scarecrow in such a matter of fact manner as to suggest that he was interested in very little apart from his questioning.

Now, let’s get into the details, he refocused, tell me about the stuffings of this work.

To dissect a prompt would reveal a galaxy of figurative language: puns, metaphors, similes, etc. To go deeper would be like making your way through a maze in a cornfield or navigating the city streets in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. You will find twists and turns. And for your information, if you should happen to be taking the trolley tour in that town, the guide will point out the Victorian house where Sir Real lived during the 1920’s.

Haven’t you digressed more than the length of a broom handle from the line of discussion?

"Not really, several categories in the text have a surreal seasoning to them. Okay? Okay … .

"Should you turn one of the prompts inside out, you’d have to wear it on the other foot. That is but one of the twists. To venture deeper, to understand their life force is to connect with Bradbury’s early statement concerning the coalescing of nuclear particles into thought. They were written much as a potter works a mound of clay: spinning and molding the words until the mental image manifests as a bowl on the kitchen table."

Why were they written?

They were put to paper to inspire people to become more aware of their surroundings.

Yes, he agreed, people need to become more absorbent even if it calls for wearing a coat with a foam rubber lining. Don’t you think? asked the scarecrow who noticed more of the pesky ravens approaching.

Look, the longer I stand here, the bigger this problems gets.

I understand, Mary nodded her head.

"Let’s keep moving. We have a lot of territory to cover. If we are talking about a wordrobe of prompts, we have enough outfits in our gallery of clothes to fill one of Edith Head’s closets.

Again, the contents herein were penned in celebration of Increased Awareness Week. All levity aside, we are asking the reader to become more observant. Have you ever studied the contours of the stew stain on the stove or found a city skyline on a stucco surface? Have you followed the flight of the bumble bee or noticed that Rodin’s The Thinker" is propping his elbow on the wrong knee?

"When you highlight the mundane your line of vision will catch the single bean that always sticks inside a tin can.

We were in school today. Did you learn the language of the obvious? The big game is tonight. Are you ready to be a cheerleader for the Commonplace Lions. You’ll also agree with Shakespeare that we live in a world of irony or nothing is ever as it seems.

Isn’t the bard a digression from the assignment?

Maybe, but your question is more interesting than any possible answer. Scarecrow, you are getting smart.

"Hey, look at the company I keep. Did you notice the pun?" quizzed the fictional character.

I did. This book is your ticket to a word circus and puns are the verbal clowns.

Are the topics organized? he continued.

"Is there order to the geese that wing their way south or a system to the leaves that fall?

You see, we believe this text will find its place in a new kind of school whose method of instruction exists outside the classroom. It may include a stray noun or a reference to a text but for the most part its essence teaches us to understand the bigger picture.

Listen, I really have to leave. The script is calling for Dorothy to throw some water on me. Does Mary the word wizard have anything else in her bag?

"That’s it in a rather large nutshell. If you’re ready to step outside the electronic glitz for a celebration of ideas, this book will find you. It will jump off the shelf and into the hands of anyone who is hungry for some topic stew.

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Abstract

1.    With his back to the street, Terrie Cloth rolled up her sleeves, sprayed an old rag with a cleaning agent and went to work. She used the rag because she did not want to soil her good name doing a job that consisted of removing eight months of traffic dust from a window. She started slow about ten miles per hour rubbing, slicing into the thin film of pavement particles. Work shows and having thrown her mind into an old news phrase film at eleven Terrie was lost to the task. Had she turned around to see what was happening, she might have dropped what she was doing on her toe, but she didn’t. She did not know that the traffic behind her was slowing in proportion to the speed with which she was cleaning and for her to see her progress only accelerated the rate of cleaning. After fifteen minutes of scrubbing at thirty miles mph, the vehicles were nearing a crawl. Working at such a speed narrowed the time on the job. Twenty-two minutes past with the last two at forty-five mph and the job was complete. The picture window was clean and nothing was moving in the street except for a motorist who was rolling down his car window to see what was going on.

2.    Ask a bird. Flying is all about the right sequence of chords on the strings of a breeze.

3.    You are going to seventy be a year old man. (Someday.*)

4.    A stump with gloves on it should be easy to handle.

5.    Some people think that pole vaulter Lefty Upton might have cleared the fourteen-foot bar had he used the proper end of the pole.

6.    After all this time, you might add a thirty year inflection to your voice to make sure he recognizes you when he calls.

7.    If, as you say, there is ten pounds of gravity in that bag, then everything you put in it will fall to the bottom.

8.    That avocado has six more minutes to get ripe. (Is time ripening your avocation? *)

9.    Nothing beats a good imagination especially when you hear pounding sounds that aren’t there.

10.    The award winning picture captured a man’s smiling shadow as it walked into a Silhouette Shop.

11.    The grammar teacher was addressing his conjugation when he noted that the wind had blew what was left of the leaves from the trees. (We need to know that he meant blown.*)

12.    Where, wondered Neil Wilcox, can I find some sentimental attachments that will hold these old pictures to the wall? (No, that is not a tacky question.*)

13.    Nurse, we need another unit of daylights. This man has taken quite a shock, noted the medical expert of local dialectal color.

14.    Watch, as Nigel Ginley uses an NG rod to conduct the last two letters of lightning into an evening song.

15.       C. R. Rawlings runs the Supply Office of Mole Equipment. Check with him about ordering a tunnel.

16.    Pour some night powder into a twenty-four hour glass of water and stir until it dissolves into the light of day.

17.    Snoring? No, that’s Lorine using a power saw to clear the brush from the banks of the dream stream.

18.    The event is free. They never charge a fee. Furthermore, you’ll find no waiting line of people who simply want to stand in the middle of their surroundings for a closer look.

19.    Every time we try to take minutes on the proceedings of the Rain Club, the tablet takes a soaking which blurs the ink.

20.    You should applaud. The Tonelly Family has entered the arena. They are four in number and about to demonstrate a technique for packing five hundred pounds of pennies into rolls.

21.    Three chairs for the square table that’s made to accommodate one person standing up.

22.    Miss Takoma is in charge of the lab that analyzes the data behind anything that went wrong. (And she never makes a mistake.*)

23.    Study? When I walked into symmetry school, I was convinced I could wing it, flapped Pina Feathers. (Or make both ends come together at the middle. *)

24.    Holly Woodine’s reputation was made when she asked a camera crew to film her Supper among the Trees.

25.    Ilarius Elfonto handed the clerk a credit card to charge a joke book on pachyderms. (Except the card was maxed out.*)

26.    The hens don’t wear pants, Agatha Oakley explained. If they did you would see holes scratched in them before you could finish your breakfast. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go pick some eggplants for supper.

27.    Can surface experience stir up the bottom of the dream stream?

28.    On any given cold January evening, you could hear leather shoes climbing the hardwood stairs that lead to the attic. (Who will get to the top of this topic? *)

29.    About ten years ago, a tourist made some noise in this room and it has been closed to the public every since. (Can we talk about this later? *)

30.    Jack Frost is the backup quarterback should the game temperature fall below thirty-two degrees.

31.    When you finish power fishing in the future, bring your boat back and connect it to the clock dock. (Is there a charge for fishing? *)

32.    Sorry Angel, I’d love to sit here and chat and your coffee is out of this world, but I have a load of brimstone to deliver before four or I’ll get fired.

33.    Hi! My name is Five-Tenths and I live about half-way between any two points on the map.

34.    "Did I mention that the seating capacity for the premiere of Earth is not limited to the height, width and depth tickets?" (Did we mention that you used a moderately clever way of inserting dimension into the topic? *)

35.    Evert, who was the master of ceremony at the square dance last night tells us that the revelers had a rocket take off of a good time. He claims the success was due to the fresh coat of star paint that was recently put on the floor…says it will last a light year.

36.    Words will not weaken the illusion. At the end of the day, there is night.

37.    Monstrous, isn’t it, how that man has kept us all stirred up?

"Hey, you all this is Cassie. A rocket was launched that had recently received three coats of white to tan paint that was treated to absorb tension. If the ship can go high enough with an adequate velocity, it will puncture the veil of angst that has for many years enshrouded the state." (Casual? *)

38.    The Exert Hall is waiting for us to load and send them forty boxes of work.

39.    A two-inch cat walked across the road at the center of a depth perception screen.

40.    Meryl Ogden was invited to spend the weekend at the Purga-tory but declined, telling them he had other places to be.

41.    I, me, mine: How deep do we dig before we strike gold?

42.    Jay walked into Becky Blue’s Feeder and ordered the carry out special which was a peck of birdseed.

43.    Open the window, will you, O’Bell and let’s let in something we can’t identify.

44.    When you heat the test tube, the A will always rise to the top.

45.    Wizardry 1013 asks you to turn on the light and get started studying energy. (Nicely framed.*)

46.    Have you thought about doubling the lasting power of your next igloo by hanging a neon light that flashes Freon behind your window?

47.    The area manager for emotional discharges, Howard Long, has all the tools required to turn one hour into what seems like four.

48.    Somebody dropped a prism on the carpeted floor of Rex Rainey’s white room.

49.    When you’ve ready to start the night shift, push down on the midnight clutch to get tomorrow rolling.

50.    Dermott Pinegar is convinced that his clothes will never dry as long as the line is upside down.

51.    While he was alive there was no budgin’ Ira Darcus, the curmudgeon, from his place on Oddmore Drive. And now he is gone with only a six line poem to live on.

52.    Will you be able to jump six inches higher after paying your gravity taxes?

53.    Speaking of oxygen, let’s slide a green belt through the bypass loops of our major cities.

54.    The easiest way to start the night is to pour several barrels of total darkness along the rim of the horizon.

55.    Is there a parallel universe between the two l’s in illusion? Let’s ask the Dalai Lama.

56.    Did Gigi tell you that even time has become a number? (Yes, take # and wait.*)

56.    In some old earth clocks the alarm is locate at the North Pole.

57.    We can’t seem to find the stairs that lead up to the second floor of this house, Abel Buyer noted to the land agent.

That’s because, he explained, nobody has focused their gaze in that direction.

58.    An old man was seen pushing a yellow wheelbarrow filled with eighty-six years of living through a parking lot a NASA.

59.    Without any explanation, this topic randomly appeared at this place in the text without any sense of order or pattern.

60.    When specific events come to an end, do you wrap them up with a roll of time paper?

61.    Within the next few days we’ll start unfolding the map to the future.

62.    Does dark green weigh more that light green?

63.    Information is now available concerning the location of the secret passageway.

64.    During calm weather when the volume control gets turned up you can hear sounds five and a half miles away.

65.    The air is understandably more difficult to breathe when you get into the abstract-osphere.

66.    What if you could drive your souped up pickup to Times Square, put it in reverse and head back to the Depression?

67.    How long does it take to break in a mirror? (We’ll look into it and try to find an answer.*)

68.    A bell free bat chased a bell gong all the way to the ground.

69.    You will need words to tune an idea.

70.    Images move faster than words.

71.    This is a water infested river. Flip your paddle over and let’s back this canoe out of here.

72.    Someone spilled a bucket of whimsy and it took us a while to clean up the flow of fanciful, highly embellished notions.

73.    After we washed the window, the mountain behind the house looked a lot cleaner.

74.    Even though Nera Otiac wasn’t here, Durbin showed her the story he had written about a delusional woman. (What did she think of it? *)

75.    We need a dull thud’s worth of sound to describe kicking a sizable rock over a stretch of dirt road.

76.    Whales, when using the inter-ocean stream, take the Third Gulf Exit if you need a float stop or just some space.

77.    Whoever hacked into the time machine unwittingly found himself transported to a seventeenth Tibetan Prison.

78.    Sometime when your surf bored, lift the agitator from a washing machine and lower it into the ocean. (Nobody wants to wash up on the bleach? *)

79.    Before learning how to freeze fire with a camera shot, F. S. Tople had to settle for a picture of a refrigerator and a stove.

80.    He knew the measure of halfway and that made Gavin Phrugal a pro at running the Miser House.

81.    If the sounds in the house begin to change, you’ll find some tools in the attic that you can use to adjust the frequencies.

82.    Let’s talk about how we can get two points of view to connect. (Does this mean that we’ll be seeing eye to eye? *)

83.    The top socket goes to the dream world. The bottom one to your daily life. Generally speaking, more than a few people have gotten these confused….

84.    Houses that are insulated with hype lose nearly five times more energy through exaggeration.

85.    What is to be found before A and after Z? (Let’s try another octave of letters.*)

86.    Have you ever thought of yourself as a postal carrier who places an electric stamp on every message he delivers?

87.    We have a library book on compasses that is due midway between or on northwest July.

88.    Apparently most public water systems are not very concerned with the way they are being treated.

89.    If the Upside down Hourglass Company uses a pint of sand per timing device, you can imagine how long our beaches have been in existence.

90.    April looked back long enough to notice that the marching band had a certain spring in its step.

91.    Hugh Foria has been governor of the Dream State since the seventeenth day clock of the new Janis year.

92.    Some electric fences operate without wires. (We hope more people will read this and with more frequency.*)

93.    A sorb with a nine lightning Ab capacity was constructed on Mount Storm to reduce thunder sounds.

94.    Jeri bought a five hundred dollar purse for the expressed purpose of carrying a copy of the Bhag-avadgita where ever she went. (Ironic because the book places emphases on spirituality as opposed to the material world.*)

95.    Do you hear snoring coming out of that box of sleep?

Yes, and it get much louder, we’ll have to wake up the contents.

96.    Taking a tour inside a rock is a hard concept to grasp. (Here’s a suggestion: The rock will open in proportion to your mind.*)

97.    Dozens of prolonged howls were found scattered on the ground in front of a cave entrance overlooking a river.

98.    Do you remember back in 1962 when you took a picture of total darkness?

Yes.

Did you save the negative?

99.    Wouldn’t a quantum castle have the capacity to retain the records of an embattled Old Europe? (Some of these entries do have their quarks.*)

100.    The man upstairs politely smiled when he was told that he would soon be evicted for not paying his rent.

101.    The wind whipped and rippled a stream of anti-freeze all the way down Radman Street and into Torradia’s public square.

102.    Grab the water handles on the shoreline and we’ll move this pond about fifty yards farther into the middle of the pasture. (What if a cow sees us? *)

103.    A quality roll of air wrap should be doubly reinforced with strips of atmosphere tape.

104.    The man from the crime lab is here. Evidently, he wants to see all the pictures taken of the various in-sights during your last few moment of silence.

105.    Shouldn’t you be attracted to the idea of being a creative magnet? (Pole-ly wants credit for the pun behind this one.*)

106.    The customs agent found eight years, four months and twenty-seven days inside the bag. (If you were boarding a plane, it would be obvious that time flies.*)

107.    A Zen archeologist recovered some words that were buried in silence. (He was working in the middle of Atation Valley.*)

108.    Alex Tron focused her micro-brush and then went down small into a subatomic canvas to paint a quantum landscape.

109.    In the beginning but not before, we understood that it was a system of dualism and that off in the distance there was an end. Once explained nobody was offended.

110.    The party will meet in the Pulp room at the Micro-garden and we’ll all enjoy a magnifying glass of vegetable juice.

111.    Ulsa P. has the beat and she found it in Tulsa or else more than a few of us would be wondering how to define with our daily rhythms.

112.    The back end of a boat floated right up through an optical illusion to the front of the boat then disappeared.

113.    Last week it took two monster tractors in a tug of war to separate Saturday from Sunday.

114.    Everybody knew that Wade Waters had the perfect handle to transfer fire in, of, and around itself without losing the flame to his name.

115.    If you do not understand the menu in the abstracteria, dine with someone who has a more conventional appetite.

116.    Extract a six inch cube of total darkness from the interior of a cave, place it on a coffee table and watch the winged creatures fly out of it, never to return.

117.    Will a bridge between two ridges shorten the distance?

118.    When they moved the bench to cut the grass, he commented that he could feel the weight of over three hundred hours of human relaxation.

119.    Yesterday when C. Worthington docked his boat at one of the upper tiers of in the harbor, he noticed a pelican perched at the top of its fish eating career.

120.    We now know that a realm of silence has been reported wafting its way cloudlike into the popular culture. All motor mouths have been muted. The street lights didn’t seem to notice it but the white noise was forced to take two steps back. The libraries were in their element. The silent majority began to smile and if the truth be known, we may have a new gold standard.

121.    How did Coburn Mazelo occupy his afternoon while the shucking machine did its job? He sat on a bench beneath a tall round structure playing silo-taire.

122.    Should you want to freeze your age, put your birthday cake in the coldest part of the refrigerator.

123.    Can you turn on a feather bound volume of bird sounds?

124.    According to yard sailors, you’ll know the rain is over when the box of used clouds is the first to sell. (Mast-erfully put.*)

125.    When you’re driving your refrigerator down the street, wait until the red light gets cold enough to change colors before proceeding on.

126.    Try bending the color contents of a prism into a quarts jar.

127.    Notice how much better you feel after you have scrubbed the positive particles from your floor and thrown them out with the mop water. (Positive electrons are more damaging.*)

128.    That clicking noise is a mechanical subtlety or a cricket on a treadmill.

129.    From north to south the earth is fully equipped through its energy archives to record any activity that takes place. (If we took a pole, how many people would understand this? *)

130.    If you’re looking for a tool for measuring memory, use a question to mark the beginning and the end of an answer. (If you recall, measure seems to be the key word here.*)

131.    With what frequency is the sound of blue absorbed into the clear sky?

132.    If it appears to be five-tenths abstract, the picture can be reduced to at least one-half of what you thought it meant.

133.    A properly mixed gravity drink will leave the glass in a smooth even flow.

134.    Will the lique of an ob shaped pond be inclined to trail off between the geome-trees? (Tilt the topic to the left if you