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Blogophilia 35.4 Topic: “You Can’t Have That”

October 26, 2011 5 comments

Ruz shivered. The desert air was so cold, it cut right through the delicate caftan she was wearing. For so long she had desired attending a writers’ workshop with the Blogophiliacs—she just hugged herself and looked to the starlit sky.

Her journal was still blank—the thick, creme-colored paper ready to take her flow of feelings, and restless thoughts. The first exercise was to find a plant and establish a relationship with it. This was her hangup—she’d wandered the desert day and night for three days without establishing a special relationship with any plants. The other writers were on their second journals already, and they’d been publishing wild stories of plant conversations.

Lainey had a bright red journal, with a Canadian maple leaf design on the cover. And she was writing wonderful stories of maple trees and mountain ferns—and they were sharing tales of grizzly claws, and beaver teeth. Scary, edge-of-the-seat plant stories… But Ruz hadn’t seen any of those plants in the desert. Lainey must be making up all the stories and not really doing the exercise. It would be wrong to tattle… But maybe she should say something to the group leader, Marvin. Ruz started to jot down her observation, and then went back inside the Moonfire Lodge.

Myke was still communing with that beat-up cactus. The only plant that had spoken to Ruz, and it was taken. The cactus told her that Myke was all wrong about cactus—they really did need SOME watering. The cactus was mad, it thought this was the worst seminar, ever. It really didn’t like Boomie playing every darn Abba song, either. She wrote that in her journal as well.

Tyler had the blue journal containing the dialogues with the highland blue agave plants. Again, this was so suspect—the desert was flat here for one thing. And why would the blue agaves give Tequila brewing advice? Does he really think they want to be harvested and distilled? She wrote furiously about this deception.

And Sallon? The much vaunted green-diaries-of-Sallon, Sallon? Some stories from Bouteloua dactyloides… Ruz knew from watching Little House on the Prairie that was High Plains Buffalo grass. Oh, how exciting to learn how drought resistant and nutritious it was for livestock. Yawn. Still, it was not likely out here in the desert. Sallon probably wrote those journal entries during the Mankato years. Ruz glared at Sallon and noted in her diary her reservations about Sallon’s writing assignment.

“I think everyone is back to the Lodge,” Marvin called out. “Would anyone like to share today’s plant conversation?”

Ruggi stood up, “The tulip was concerned about proper bulb storage. It felt that was a time it was vulnerable to bruising and damage.” The class clapped, and Ruggi sat down beaming. Ruz rolled her eyes, don’t these people get it? Tulips in the desert? Come on… She got up quickly, dropping her journal as she was gathering up her caftan.

“You dropped this, Ruz,” David said helpfully. She twirled around in alarm and snatched the journal from his hands. “Oh, I didn’t read it.” He said, his face innocent, but eyes darting in a shifty manner.  Ruz felt her face flush, this journal was supposed to be private! Only a dialogue between her and her special plant friend. How dare someone read it. She was getting madder by the minute.

“Verrry eentersting!” Nissmech remarked, holding her opened journal. “I think you grabbed David’s journal out of his hands. He meant you dropped your pen. Now I don’t like tattling, but Marvin should know you don’t think my blueberry conversation was genuine!” Nissmech’s voice was icy, his features a cold, darkening blue.

Ruz looked around the room—Nissmech had better not say anything more! “You can’t have that!” She gasped as she reached for her journal…

Blogophilia 35.4 Topic: “You Can’t Have That”

Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2pts): include a reference to the 60s series “Laugh In” ~ Verrry eenteresting… a Laugh In catch phrase
(Easy, 1pt): tattle on another Blogophiliac

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Lean on me…

October 8, 2011 7 comments

Utrecht, 2004


“Are you, or are you not the leader of the Vigilantes?” the prosecutor screamed at Ruggi.

“No, I mean I was at the vigil, but I’m—”

“Enough! Mealy-mouthed semantics! Judges, esteemed members of the Council of Elders, it is clear this witness is in contempt of everything the Greatest Generation holds dear. He led this—this so-called vigil—in complete defiance of the Council’s moratorium on Dom Tower modifications. The council’s subcommittee responsible for studying various plans  has, by law, until January 2028 to compile their report. Do we let the ‘Chosen Generation,’ he sneered, “pick and choose our laws? Nay, once we let the choice of a generation—a lesser generation!—seize control of our landmarks… Utrecht is doomed! I say let the punishment fit the crime—we need to set an example for all generations.” The Prosecutor scowled at Ruggi, and bowed to the Council before taking his seat.

Ruggi didn’t know if he could leave the witness box, nobody had really said he was excused. The whole Council of Elders was glaring at him, it didn’t look promising. A group of his friends had all pitched in when he suggested a mock nave being constructed out of scaffolding to connect the tower to the Cathedral. It looked great, and the press jumped on the bandwagon, calling them the “Chosen Generation,” the generation that would close the gap created by the 1674 tornado.

The authorities had reacted strongly, sending in the All-Orange Fire Brigade to tear down the scaffolds. And then setting crowd control barriers on the streets to isolate the tower. A simple protest vigil, and more over-reactions leading to his arrest.

“Ruggi! Stand and approach the Council’s Bench! You are hereby sentenced to 10 years hard labor. The sentence is suspended as long you stay 500 meters from the Dom Tower at all times, and cease all this vigilante behavior.”

*   *   *

Utrecht, 2011


Lainey pointed to the Dom Tower and screamed, “It’s shaking!” She and Jean waved frantically at Ruggi scootering up on his bike, to get his attention. Lainey had won a trip to Utrecht in a poker game in Minot, drawing a royal flush to beat Josh Duhamel’s straight flush, and her four-of-a-kind deuces stunning the crowd as he feebly played three aces.  A simple sightseeing jaunt to the world famous Dom Tower had turned the trip into a nightmare…

“Ruggi, over here!” Ruggi spotted them, hopped off his bike and started to saunter over. He was dressed as a Matador, complete with a cape and rakish mask. “Hurry, Ruggi!” Jean hissed.

Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly,” he replied with a smirk. Then he noticed where they were pointing. Was it an earthquake? The tower was definitely shaking from side to side. “Myke?”

Myke came barreling through the thick crowd of teenagers, elbowing and shoving his way forward. “It’s a flash mob, the kids have packed the Dom Tower and every Tweet North, they all jump to the North-side, then they Tweet South, and hurl themselves to the South-side. Like rocking a boat.”

“Somebody has to go in there and tell them to knock it off, they’ll topple the tower otherwise,” Lainey said heatedly. “Ruggi, you are the only one the speaks Dutch.” Jean added.

“It’s the younger generation, they don’t trust anyone over 30.” He replied. “I’m also on probation, if I take the law into my own hands, I can be accused of being a vigilante.”

“Ummm, Ruggi, you would be a vigilante, taking the law in your own hands is pretty much the definition.” Myke said reasonably. “You can still get through to the tower, I’ll help you make it through this gap—”

“They just listen to iPods, and Tweets, there is no reaching the younger generation directly. But I’ll go…”

*   *   *

The tower continued to rock that fateful day—until a masked man rushed into the tower and caused a panic when he drew his sword, sending the younger generation fleeing. The Dom Tower today continues to lean, now having the distinction of being the most-leaning tower in the world. The Chosen Generation believes they know the identity of that masked super-hero, but no one has come forward to claim the glory. The tower now leans farther away from the Cathedral than ever, the people of Utrecht mutter over the new generation gap…

Blogophilia 32.4 Topic: “The Choice of a Generation”
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2pts): incorporate a quote from actress Mae West ~  Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.
(Easy, 1pt): mention two types of poker hands (as in Flush, Straight, etc.)

Final date to post BLOG: October 11th, 2011 GMT (TUESDAY)

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