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September 10, 2005

don’t be a stranger

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 8:37 pm

We’re way past due for haiku from attorney-haijin Roberta Beary.  

Here’s her latest contribution to The Heron’s Nest (Sept. 2005):



cut grass
i sweep away
summer’s end



And, here’s a sneak peek at her winning poem — which will   “Snapshots2006”

appear in February, in the Snapshots Press 2006 Haiku Calendar:



snowed in
the dog clicks
from room to room


Finally, rather than merely skimming off the concluding senryu

from Roberta’s haibun, stranger danger (Frogpond XXVIII:2, 2005),

I want to share the entire piece with you (the first haibun presented

in its entirety at f/k/a):




                         stranger danger


IN SCHOOL THEY WARN YOU about stranger danger beware

of all the people you don’t know don’t walk near the bushes keep

to the open street watch out for vans with sliding doors at home

keep the door locked don’t open up for strangers and they leave

out the part about the one with you in a place where no locks

can save you for years too long to count

funeral over

the deadbolt

slides into place


Robert Beary






outdoor art show —

watching the people

and the river






on display:

her paintings

and her navel

 [Sept. 10, 2005]




tiny check   With just two sentences, an article in today’s New York Times sent a shiver

down my spine (“But I Just Want to know, where’s my baby?” Sept. 10, 2005):

On Thursday and Friday alone, the National Center for Missing and

Exploited Children received 500 new cases of parents looking for children

or vice versa, bringing the number of reports in its Hurricane Katrina

database to 1,500.

Of the center’s cases, 258 have been successfully resolved.


tiny check As you may have noticed, I’m easily entertained by the contents of

my Referer and Keyword Activity pages.   I hope you feel the same

way.  The following entries went onto the Inadvertent Searchee Page

this evening:


Sept. 10, 2005

issa blind date>  I’m not sure that our beloved Kobayashi Issa ever wrote a

haiku about a blind date, but dagosan did, and it garnered the #1 spot, out of

51,000 results in a Google Search.  Our post a Google blind date was the 2nd

result.   As soon as David Lanoue’s Issa Website is back online — it’s on the

Xavier University webserver in New Orleans — I shall search “blind date” and

check it out.  Meanwhile, f/k/a misses our frequent Issa-fixes compliments of

Prof. Lanoue.


catholic common law marriage> A post about Judge Roberts’ Catholicism landed

us the #2 result, out of about 3.5 million, in the Google Search.   This is one of

those queries that makes me wonder just what the searcher was seeking.  The #1

result is an excerpt by Ammon Hennacy, from his Book of Ammon, in which he

mentions once seeking annulment by the church of his common law marriage. 

Hennacy was an anarchist and self-proclaimed radical follower of Christ, and the

Chapter, “On Leaving the Catholic Church” is quite interesting.


 ,dog black good doggy>  Due to its headline — good doggy: pit bull good for business —

one of  our posts about the Florida Bar’s battle against the 1-800-PIT BULL marketing 

program is the #2 result out of 1.9 million in this Google query.  Very good doggy. 


Sept. 9, 2005

closed eyelids>  This haiku by dagosan on Sept. 1st landed us in the #1 spot, out

of 1.9 million Google Search results:

supine under blue skies —

behind closed eyelids

a blood-red ocean



Sept. 8, 2005

Shakespeare about Lawyers> We worked hard for our #2 position, out of 1,460,000

results in this Yahoo! Search.  What’s more interesting is the #1 result — which is the

instruction sheet for the law school course “Shakespeare for Lawyers,” from Prof.

Sodeman at the University of Toledo Law School.   Here’s the meat of the sheet,

which raises a number of issues on a number of fronts (which I shall leave for our

readers to spot); the emphasis was in the original:

masks neg


“As you read watch for three things. First, is there law in the text.

Shakespeare wrote at the time when Lord Coke was codifying English

Common Law. Shakespeare was legally adept. Second look for quotable

Shakespeare. He was adept with words as well. Adept does not do it justice.

He had genius which many wise attorneys have borrowed. Third, ask how

the play explains our [legal] world in 2004. Four hundred years after they

were written the plays still seem timeless explanations of the human condition.


“The grading! Half of the grade will be based on participation in class. It is,  

after all, a theater arts class. Participation is defined here as response when

called on. Some folks are naturally outgoing and talk a lot. Others, like Justice

Thomas, do not ask many questions. Comments and discussion are always

welcome but to keep a level playing field I will base my grading on response to

my prompting. Everyone will be called on to respond. The other half of the grade

will be based on the exam. It will not be take home. There will be one essay

question. One hour will be allowed. The answer is limited to two sheets each

with 28 lines (answer sheets will be provided). You will need your copies of the

plays covered, a pen (black or blue ink) and class notes are permitted.

(just one Ed. note: “two sheets each with 28 lines”?!)



“emphasis added” +judge>  We had the #1 and #2 results out of 1.9 million in this Google

search.  It’s difficult to understand how we snuck in ahead of the BigBlawgers, who surely

use the keywords in question a lot — perhaps quoting Judge Posner did it. 



pawn horiz



dagosan’s scrapbook — September 2005

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 1:05 am


– below are haiku and senryu written by “dagosan”, this weblog’s Editor, David A. Giacalone. most have been on the Home Page, some are outtakes and rewrites. each is a work in progress. i hope they show improvement over time and encourage others to try writing haiku –

 – click here for dagosan’s archive index



fine print on her t-shirt –

she glares at me

for squinting


[Sept. 30, 2005]  











autumn crosswalk         

leaves and a garbage can

hurry past


[Sept. 29, 2005]







for two weeks,

one lone duck at the river–

death or divorce?



                          [Sept. 28, 2005]






three-years’ worth

of cobwebs — first,

he dusts off the Swiffer



                  [Sept. 27, 2005]





“can I ask you a question?”

“you just did” –

the law student ducks



              [Sept. 27, 2005]



not quite October:

holly wreaths fill 

the sweet corn bins

              [Sept. 26, 2005]







“they change color and fall off”

the grandkid explains

leaves and hairs



                   [Sept. 25, 2005]










Riverside Faire

one white balloon

floats past two brown ducks



[Sept. 24, 2005]










big hurricane  –

holding my breath


                          [Sept. 23, 2005]







“duck pond” 

the geese gang

have the most turf

                                  [Sept. 22, 2005]  






first day of fall

     pumpkin pie

           from scratch





autumn equinox–

biting into

the last moon cake





autumn equinox —

awaking to

summer’s last cricket



[Sept. 21, 2005]








five crew sculls

dance with the sun —

the duck never looks up


[Sept. 21, 2005]  








scraping and scraping

his shoe —

curses for a nameless cur





the rose garden past its peak —

bending to sniff,

his bald spot shows



[Sept. 19, 2005]  








city street corner –

the cricket, and I

and the harvest moon


[Sept. 18, 2005]





three-headed stranger  –

on his shoulders a pumpkin

and a harvest moon 








double-dribble —

harvest moon hanging

on the rim







harvest moon tonight  —

the hostess stares

at the cloud cover 







throwing stones at the

full orange moon —

the river recomposes






a nightlight

for our Gulf Coast friends —

Harvest Moon 2005





night game —

bocce balls kissing

the harvest moon



[Sept. 17, 2005]






bocce party tonight —

first, a round of

pooper scooping



[Sept. 16, 2005]








a crack of lightning —

a dash

to unplug the computer


[Sept. 15, 2005]





of a harvest moon –

called out stealing home


[Sept. 14, 2005]











the ten-year-old

lets dad win


                          [Sept. 13, 2005]




long red light–

she dusts

the dashboard



[Sept. 11, 2005]


outdoor art show —

watching the people

and the river





on display:

her paintings

and her navel

 [Sept. 10, 2005]





outdoor art show —

three agnostics pray

the rain will stop 




                  [Sept. 9, 2005]



migraine —

blue sky

behind closed blinds



                  [Sept. 8, 2005]







new kindergarten class  —

hiccupping sobs

from several moms


                [Sept. 7, 2005]






waking up from Labor Day–

the birdsong and breezes

of Spring



                          [Sept. 6, 2005]



law office picnic —

the ump consults

his Blackberry


                          [Sept. 5, 2005]


lazy slugs —

one in the hammock

watching one on the ground


                            [Sept. 3, 2005]




after Hurricane Kristina:


waving from rooftops —

another party

in the French Quarter?








Labor Day cookout:

no one brought

the hotdogs






convention center —

potty parity

in New Orleans





treading water:

“keep your chin up”

he says




[Sept. 2, 2005]




green lawn under blue sky —

behind closed eyelids

a blood-red ocean

[Sept. 1, 2005]

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