Things have been pretty serious around here lately. So serious that between work trips, Meghan and I found time to move into our new house, sorta. We’re almost there.
We also found time to fly to New Jersey for my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary, where I spoke and listed memories from our time in South Orange. I am currently at the hotel pool in Livingston, NJ, watching my nieces and nephews swim, be loud and figure out how to be a person around here. So, it’s time to loosen up.
Some days, I am a concocter of words, and sometimes, they come to me in the most unlikely of places. At times, I need to remember them, and find a place for them later. Sometimes, they never find a place, but maybe they will. When something pops in there, I try to remember it, and sometimes I’ll write it down, save it for later.
There was a time when my friend Shem and I would exchange word concoctions (he’ll love “poopy peanut”). The idea was we might come up with non-sensical combos of words that simply were fun to say together. We laughed for hours at phrases like “fruity pork chops murphy”. No point, just fun.
Someone should use Poopy Peanut for something good. No charge.
Perhaps for a band name: The Poopy Peanuts, or simply a rock band called: “Poopy Peanut”. I am sure they’d rock and succeed on some level.
Think of the image that comes to mind with this phrase. How vivid, how brown. How thoroughly human. Experience the poopy peanut for yourself.
What about a dance club, I think the name is memorable and would draw people from miles away. Come to the Poopy Peanut, dance your life away and drink to your hearts content. Chase life away at the Poopy Peanut. Say it again to yourself, out loud.
I think the name could be useful for a children’s toy. They’d never know the difference between the brown, stinky peanut and a “Mr potato head”. What’s the difference? Both brown, both dirty, both built of an organic matter in an oval shape, both with deep personality rife with meaning on so many levels…
Anyway, Poopy Peanut came to mind the other day, I won’t get into detail as to how it popped in there. I believed it was worth sharing, and I still do. I hope it delivers some inspiration to use words in whatever way makes you happier. See things, name them, share them.
I’ve got a bunch more stuff to get out here, so I am going to move on. Right now, Shem is laughing, and coming up with his reply to “poopy peanut”. Perhaps it will top “fruity pork chops murphy”, but I doubt it.
Imagine it. Visualize. Enjoy.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Tara // Feb 18, 2007 at 5:11 pm
call us and come to Philly…It’s right around the corner. tara..
2 Chuck // Feb 19, 2007 at 1:41 pm
Nice to hear from you when come east and hang out next door. Loser.
3 Vince // Feb 19, 2007 at 4:10 pm
Dude, we’re here for 2.5 days with 1.5 hundred people to see.
Whites… PA could not be had this trip. Just worship the poopy peanut for me…
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