hawk from a handsaw...

oh, I can tell the difference between a hawk and a handsaw....indeed.  birds and tools.  

*pause for side tracking...

there is a rule I have in the car....that the kids know...so well.....there is no talking when Tears for Fears is on... 

when I was trying to figure out what a hawk (tool) was....I ran into this little gem, from Shakespeare...

discussed at the Word Detective...

"to know a hawk from a handsaw, means to be able to correctly perceive reality, to be able to tell things apart, to generally know what's going on and, at a minimum, not to be nuts.  It comes from Shakespeare's 1604 play, Hamlet, Act II, scene 2.  Hamlet, who has been acting more than a bit loopy, gets into a conversation with the courtiers Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, in the course of which he hints that his apparent madness may be a tactical pose he adopts at specific times, and not true dementia, saying - 'I am but mad North North west; when the wind is Southerly, I knowe a hauke, from a hand saw." 

Word detective goes on to include that, in fact, the handsaw referenced here....is actually speaking of the bird, called at the time, a 'heronshaw'...a heron.  So Hamlet was comparing two birds in this case... :) oooooh, the things you can learn.   

and learn you should.  

but hey....there's people in this world who don't know hawk from handsaw...(comparing two tools here)....and there's people who indeed do....know, hawk from handsaw....

where am I going here?  seems like nowhere.....or...is it? 

reality.....what is reality?  I've written about this before....we create our own realities...our world in our minds....our hopes and dreams, our outlook on life...our interface with the world...

and 

sometimes, realities crash together in a discordant mess....

and sometimes...

when some magnificently beautiful, loving realities collide with other magnificent beautiful and loving realities...

it can birth stars....and ideas that get shared...the ideas and dreams and worlds created...

are by far...

the brightest and loveliest

of all.  

and.....for some reason...the sun...and the heat of a springish day.....it's a Tears for Fears kind of day....once when I was at a linguistics institute thing, at Stanford....I rented a car...and drove to the Mountain Winery....and saw Tears for Fears in concert at the awesome outdoor venue....by myself.

that's what I do....I don't let...let's say...not having someone to go do stuff with stop me....

because if you let that stop you....that seems like a pretty lame excuse to me.  Yeah, sure, would it be fun to go with someone?  yeah.... but...am I not going because I can't find anyone to go with? 

nope. I'm going.  

you know...because....you have to.....you have to do stuff like that...and some people, might think

maybe...

I don't know a hawk from a handsaw- but hey.....who's doing the fun? and who's just sitting there thinking about the fun....

so, head over heels... tears for fears....

I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather...

but traditions I can trace against the child in your face

won't escape my attention...

something happens and i'm head over heels, I never find out, till I'm head over heels...

I made a fire and watching it burn, 

thought of your future, 

with one foot in the past now, just how long will it last, 

no, no no....have you no ambition? 

....and this is my....

four leaf clover.  

Here's to peace...and love...and shared magnificent realities...