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December 5th, 2012
04:28 am - Dawn with the pelicans
different today
yet still a good old friend
this morning blues
MORNING WITH THE PELICANS
When I read that the New Orleans "Hornets" contemplate to change their name to the "Pelicans", I think, I love pelicans.
Pelicans add nuanced elegant touch to already abundant beauty of the ocean. Also, they add motivation for my pups who honor them with a healthy chase. Pelicans are gorgeous and magnificent, truly the divine creatures, representing gentle side of the Divine. Whenever we see them I am truly honored, and so I honor them with a deep bow and a chant of sutras dedicated to their Buddha nature --
different today
yet still a good old friend
this morning blues
However, Ladies and Gentlemen, the question is not whether or not the pelicans are divine. The question is about a nickname you chose to represent your basketball franchise. And, frankly, I doubt the wisdom of choosing as the knickname "the pelicans"; that is, what I am trying to say is that, as much as I love pelicans, this move seems to me just plain stupid. Just think about it, pelicans do not exemplify toughness, speed, zippiness, agility, or sharpness of the execution that your team surely will need to have to go deep into playoffs. In this respect, they are more like little graceful toy snow ploughs ploughing through puffy fluffy clouds, a bit too puffy fluffy themselves, not exactly in the game shape. No way a pelican will instill fear in your adversaries hearts. For, frankly, pelicans exemplify chicken-shit. In this respect, pelicans are like extremely shy unicorns. No one would confuse a unicorn for a mule who loves to bang inside, like Blair, or a battle horse like Duncan.
Then, again, at least unicorns are cute. If you have a friendly unicorn willing to put up with your shit at a bar, you are guaranteed to meet a girl. Chicks just dig unicorns; unicorns are chicks magnets; chicks are just naturally gravitate towards unicorns . So, for as long as you sit next to a friendly unicorn you are practically guaranteed to meet a girl, or two, kind of by osmosis. Also, for some mysterious reason, telling a story about a unicorn may take you long ways, provided that you are a good story teller, know how to use your tongue, and tell the story well. Even better when the unicorn tells the story, things quickly progress to another level. In fact, that's a problem about the unicorns. At the beginning, yeah, you have so much exposure, you can barely count you blessings (provided you are not completely drunk and can still count to 2 or 3). By the end of the night, the unicorn takes the girl home in your car, because you are unable to drive, and frequently she is already spread comfortably on the unicorn's back and tightly holding to his horn. Now, knowing all of this, would you call your team the unicorns.
Well, if you plan to win a championship of the kindergarden little league and the hearts of the kindergarden kids, perhaps. If you want to entertain not so little girls at a so called "gentlemen club," sure! But, ladies and gentlemen, let's be realistic. We are taking here the professional basketball at the elite level. And let us face the facts. Unicorns may be agile and cute. But they will not instill fear in your adversaries hearts. So, if you plan to win an NBA championship, would you call your franchise "the unicorns"? Hell no!
And pelicans are even worse! In terms of cuteness, even penguins and dolphins are better. Not to mention the unicorns. In terms of pure ragged looks, mavericks and warriors kick pelicans ass. In terms of sharpness of the execution, the spurs clearly take a cake. In terms of brute strength, I would go with a tiger or a grizzly bear. Truly, scratch a tigers tummy, he becomes a pussy cat. But imagine your girl waits for you late into night. You return home dressed up as a huge, puffy fluffy, wet pelican. Can you hope to get lucky? Can it help you to win a close game. Frankly, for even a most cute pelican, the first base seems like the absolute celling.
And, by the way, the nickname "Blues" -- still very available.
cool breeze
blowing the blue note on
half empty bottle of beer
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Amazing colors in the sky... and I do love your haiku :) I am very appreciative.
I think it needs another ku or senryu, probably something funny, right at the very end. A senryu at the end is a good idea! ;) any concrete ideas?
an image a joke.
a word play? how about this:
the cold breeze
keeps blowing blue note on
half empty battle of beer
Edited at 2012-12-05 04:13 pm (UTC)
I really like the idea (so poetic...) but---
what do you think about "beer can" instead of "bottle" in L3?
p.s or "squashed cans"?
p.p.s sorry for the late :)
Yes!
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cool breeze
blowing the blue note on
half empty beer can
cold breeze keeps blowing blue note
on half empty battle of beer
The colors, these and your last post. You bathe in these in the mornings, and it must bode well for the day.
Pelicans can catch a lot of things and hold them in their expandable mouths, so maybe the team is good in the outfield? what an awesome sweet note.
I'll have to incorporate it into a story. :) Wonderful shots.
Traditionally pelicans have been used as a symbol for God, but on the generosity and love side, not the fierce and fearsome one. |
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