Don't look for me, I'm bear-ly there


Bears on a shelf

I have a well-used pine hutch sitting on top of my desk. It's got ten drawers and two cabinets. One of these days when I remember I'm going to get six pieces of wood and divide each of the cabinets in two (one shelf resting on the other two in a U shape).

But today I'm going to tell you about the top shelf. There are two sets of round Apple speakers that I still use with an iFire adapter. I find that the sound bouncing off the ceiling is particularly effective. At some point I'll probably need new speakers, but not today.

There is a moon jar, it doesn't get quite enough light from my solar tube so I have to set it outside every once in a while. There is one of those Galileo thermometers. There is a copper head massager. There's a bear doorstop with a cute message. There is a hand thrown pottery bear bank that is just too cute for words. A centaur warrior statue a lot like this. A bear bust. Another shelf bear that keeps a close eye on the outside sanctum door. And my wildman statue, complete with erect phallus.

Sometimes when I am thinking, I lean back in my office chair and just look up to the statues I see on that shelf. I can't see the speakers, but I can hear them.

Bears are sort of important to me. I'm not a bear in the sexual sense, I'm straight and my torso isn't all that hairy. A manifestation of a Bear once stopped me from ending it all. There's a big plaster bear that usually lives on my altar. So I really like the idea of all those bears watching my sanctum.

You know, I name my computers and gadgets, but I don't think I've ever named one of my statues.

There is a steadiness to bears, something that speaks of rivers cutting through fertile earth and underground dens.

I like bears.

Posted: Sun - August 22, 2010 at 11:49 AM
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