tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25499814.post644581172641460777..comments2023-10-30T04:22:31.056-07:00Comments on Blue Wren: Humming ZappaWrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285813981508179421noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25499814.post-26607012703665703082006-12-27T11:07:00.000-08:002006-12-27T11:07:00.000-08:00I was snorkeling in the harbor in La Herradura, Ch...I was snorkeling in the harbor in La Herradura, Chile (and may I digress, etc., etc.,).<br /><br />I lifted a garbage-can lid lying on the sea bottom, and there underneath were several horrifying prehistoric creatures, far more legs than they needed, eyes bulging out on stalks, looking as malign and scary as a critter can look.<br /><br />I shot to the surface, babbling incoherently. I jabbered at my snorkeling partner, Al Gonzales: "Legs! Eyes on stalks! Aieee!"<br /><br />Al goes down to take a look. I see a burst of bubbles shoot out from around his mask. An underwater guffaw. He came back to the surface. <br /><br />I had just been scared witless by three shrimps.Neddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17079885040758748553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25499814.post-38561473992412372472006-12-19T03:27:00.000-08:002006-12-19T03:27:00.000-08:00I was snorkeling off Kaanaapali Beach in Maui (and...I was snorkeling off Kaanaapali Beach in Maui (and may I digress just long enough to say that starting a sentence with that phrase gives me an almost sexual <i>frisson</i>).<br /><br />Anyway, there I was, snorkeling off Kaanaapali Beach in Maui (<i>shiver</i>)when I saw a lens cap resting on the bottom of the ocean. I thought it would be great sport to dive and retrieve said lens cap, but the water is so clear that it can play tricks on you. It soon became evident that the water was far deeper than my limited capacity to free dive.<br /><br />During the effort, however, I noticed another object nestled in the rocks near the lens cap. It, too, was round, and about the same size. And it blinked at me.<br /><br />Twas the eye of an octopus, looking as human and sentient as your peepers or mine. And that's why I don't eat octopi, or at least that's the excuse I give.<br /><br />Zappa, btw, waxes lyrical about octopi, on "What Kind Of Girl Do You Think We Are?" from the Live at Fillmore East album, to-wit: <br /><br />"I get off being juked with a baby octopus, and spewed upon with creamed corn. <br /><br />"An' my girlfriend, she digs it<br />With a hot Yoo-hoo bottle<br />While somebody's screamin':<br />CORKS 'N SAFETIES<br />PIGS 'N DONKEYS<br />ALICE COOPER, baby . . .<br />WAAAAH!"<br /><br />It gets me so hot I could scream....roxtarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00578012483935100786noreply@blogger.com