serendipti's Diaryland Diary

8:14 a.m. - Tuesday, Jul. 04, 2006

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4th of july haiku and the tangents that come out of it

wrote a haiku last night:

haiku for my VA patients

screech bam bang snap pop
eyes shut ears pressed mind crackles
PTSD time

so yes, I am such a floggin debbie downer, that when fireworks starts, I think about what it feels like to be a vet or a dog. When you use the word vet in such close proximity to the word dog, one thinks of the profession of the character of chris o donnel (sp?) in Grays Anatomy, who nalayak meredith just cheated on and I wish she roasts in the netherworld (btw, the actress who plays her is so disgustingly anorexic...I mean, all you ever see are gaunt cheeks and a protruding rib cage...it is a bad sign when every time I see her I feel like eating a ribwich, a la Homer Simpson...do you love that ribwich episode as much a I)....god, I have such awful focus issues, and here you are, gentle reader, braving the ups and down of undiagnosed ADHD with me....okay, so back to my point that had nothing to do with the drama of Grays Anatomy (don't judge, I started to watch it after the 100th person not in the medical field asked if I watched it and if it was true to life....I was so sick of the disappointment in their faces once I said no, that I began to watch mid season).....so my point is that the irony of what it means for Veterans to re-live some of their worst memories through the audiotry assault that is the 4th of July was on me mind last night. And I always think of the torture it is for animals.
Point being, I have a problem focusing on the positive, like the night sky lit up in an awesome display of bright magic and color. Yeah, I instead image what it might be like to have flashbacks because of it.
The astute among you must have noticed the implicit ode to rice krispies weaved into the poem. I thought it would be fun to stagger the snap pop from the crackle, and put them out of order, and I certainly did not want to neglect one of the sounds...i think the characters on the outside of the box...the three little guys in the chef looking hats, I think each of their names were each of the sounds they said...onomatopoiea (wait, I gotta dictionary.com this)....crap...i switched the e and i....it is onomatopoeia...and just for kicks, here is the def:
The formation or use of words such as buzz or murmur that imitate the sounds associated with the objects or actions they refer to.

So if I am not mistaken, I think the characters are named after the sound....I am tempted to use the word eponym here, but it really does not apply. Wait now I am curious about Rice Crispies...like my mummy says anytime I want to know something, "ask mr. google!"
so here goes:
okay, wikipedia taught me a crapload...Kellogs has dubbed it 'Rice Bubbles' in Australia.
fun facts from the website:
"The elfin characters of Snap, Crackle and Pop appear on most Rice Krispies boxes. In the United States and Canada, opinion varies concerning Crackle's occupation, but Snap is always portrayed as a baker and Pop as a soldier. To demonstrate the marketing penetration of this brand and contrast it with American political ignorance, pollster Kellyanne Conway reported in 2002 that while most Americans could name the three elves, they could not name any three of the nine sitting Supreme Court Justices. "

So that was fun, but this is EVEN BETTER, believe it or not:

"The cereal is marketed on the basis of the noises it produces when milk is added to the bowl. The onomatopoetic noises differ by language:

English: "Snap! Crackle! Pop!"
Finnish: "Riks! Raks! Poks!"
French: "Cric! Crac! Croc!"
German: "Knisper! Knasper! Knusper!"
Swedish: "Piff! Paff! Puff!"
Spanish: "Pim! Pum! Pam!"

HA HA HA! I died. I have always loved that American dogs say bark bark or bow-wow and Gujarati dogs say bhauk-bhauk and Mexican dogs say guau-guau.
FYI...if you are as uninpsired as the current impression of myself I am giving you seems to be....stick bark in the wikipedia search and it will give you a long list of language variations (I just did)....very interesting stuff (para mi, at least).

Jesus, I tire myself out. I was recently told by a radiologist I worked with (one of Amy's Dad's best friends, so I was being more myself than usual) that his assessment of me was that I have a lot of intelligence and energy...but it is completely unfocused. My retort was: tell me something my 4th grade teacher didn't tell me, okay?
This entry was supposed to be entirely different...in my mind, it was to be a tight, organized, top ten list.
Ahh, well, maybe next time.
Aside: Dave, Megan....is it time to make the switch to blogspot? I know we can't upload pic for free here (phils, I assume you have been paying for the photo upload aspect of your lovely journal...ps, I owe you an email, I suck, I know), but one of you guys just got married and the other is having a baby (no, silly! DAVE is not having the baby....god, sometimes I really question the quality of my readership), and so since we are unable to upload pics here for free, has the time come to defect from diaryland? I started a blogspot blog a year back, but the thought of having all my archives in another place made me sad, and the thought of manually cutting and pasting all my entries from 2001 made me sadder, and so here I still am. Thoughts?
Hey, enjoy the fireworks, if you are lucky enough, unlike poor Amy, to not be in a hospital tonight.
thanks for reading. you are loving and brave.

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