does this happen to you?

I have a terrible time remembering things I don’t understand.
A colleague of mine was explaining for the third time or so why we couldn’t have a person from the pathology team take a certain role in the new academic team. It made perfect sense at the time, as it had the time before. Well, it made half sense and the other half I just disagreed with.

But a few days later I had to explain to a different colleague, who hadn’t been to the meeting, why we couldn’t have the path person do what we thought would be great for them to do, and I just couldn’t. The whole argument was just gone from my head. It had disintegrated into a pile of mush, from which it was impossible to extract anything more than, ‘er, well, they said we just can’t.’ All of the pertinent bits were just gone. I’m completely unable to replicate an argument I’m not convinced of.
In this case, I hope I’m bright enough to remember not to put the question to my boss for the n-ieme time.
But it happens over and over again, and I find myself sometimes looking like an idiot for not getting it. And I’ve looked into other domains of my life, and it’s true - it’s incredibly hard to remember all the arguements if I don’t agree with them. They’re blocked from getting into my memory properly.

Guess I'm really not cut out to be a lawyer!

UnBus

If it were to be admitted that The Poetry Bus had crashed and burned in a ditch, never to return in blog form,
But that an all new and exciting centralized UnBus for all your poetry urges were to arise from the smoking wreck,
A blog belonging only to itself and not also the blog of somebody just trying to blog,
1) would you sign up and follow it, maybe submit a link weekly or once in a blue moon?
2) what would you call it?

A pint of bona-fide home made jam in the offing for the best name! Only blackberry, apricot-mint, and, er, some other take on apricot, left in the cupboard, but it's cherry season right soon. And ginger-peach. I'll be making ginger-peach just as soon as peaches are abundant and cheap.

So far we've got:
Potluck Poetry (domain name taken)
Here be Dragons (domain name taken)
The Twilight Zone (domain name taken)
Last Train to Museville
Poetry Jam (domain name taken but "poetryjambus" available)
Poetry Terminal
Begin again McFinnegan
Poetry Licks
Poetree (domain name taken)
Word Soup (domain name taken)
Lines of Enquiry
ConVersations (domain name taken)
Peanut Butter (sticks to ya!) (and keeps the PBus initials)(stickstoya is available)

d'autres encore?
ah yes, the Enchanted Oak has all sorts of suggestions, but we'll just list the ones she herself prefers:
Poet Jambs
Poetry Pizza
Poem Riders
The Traveling Muse
The Wandering Poet
The Cruising Muse

not to forget:
Shanks Pony
Trigger Happy

100 words: Dryer

I feel so much greener in the summer. I mow the lawn with an old-fashioned push mower. I eat what I can from my garden (though not yet! Not just yet. Many things underway, few ready. Lent made this thin time a virtue.) I get plenty of exercise keeping it all nice. The heat is off in the house, and it’s been a month since I switched from drying laundry over the radiator in the living room (so class) to letting it dry on the line along the vegetable patch. It’s a bone-dry spring so far: jeans done by lunchtime.

Exploring the Great Beyond

They were explorers, intrepid
they walked beyond the hills, beyond the horizon,
beyond the ken of men where the elders said they would surely be devoured.
They went forth with ships and on horses,
accompanied by armies
or alone and given up for gone.
He planted the flag in new lands, she swam in new waters.
Around the round world in their planes,
they saw everything
and looked to the stars.

How do we get up there? they said
to walk on the moon, swing 'round the sun for a picnic on Mars?
So they looked through their lenses
and filled pages with calculations
and listened through their telescopes.
They built their rockets and went,
off around the solar system, going where none had gone before.

How marvelous!
New orbits, new planets, new ideas
Everything going in cicles
around an axis, around a center, in a swirling galaxy in the endless universe far beyond their reach.
Let's go! they said
and they wondered how they could get there.
So they laid their plans and built new ships beyond any they had built before.
Off they went, zooming into the depths of space
to spread humanity further.

And so it was that at full speed and looking far into the future,
they crashed into the wall
an intricately painted wall but the brushmarks could be seen up close
(and that nebula there, is really a thumbprint smudge Godd meant to clean up but never got back to)
The explorers smacked into the wall
with such force they punched a hole in it
and fell off the edge
of the world.
...

That's my own ticket for this week's Poetry Bus, on the theme of Excess/Too much/Over the edge.

Still growing

Remember this monster from last week?

Well, a new picture from the same angle (blogger, if you're going to turn one of the shots sideways, at least do the other one too. It's the very same thing, after all.). It's hard to say that it's bigger, though it is. Seriously bigger. It's just going up now. Past my knees. And you can see the individual leaves have gone from dinner-plate size to dinner-plate in a really puffed-up restaurant size. Next week you could put my largest cat on one of them and she wouldn't spill over.