Sunday, October 3, 2010

...a rare and different tune...

If you know me well you know that I am as technically deficient as it comes. In fact, I often hear myself saying things like "I'd prefer the passenger pigeon" or "stone tablets will work just fine for me". These statements are all in jest, of course, but I am fairly archaic when it comes to things like....well....blogs. (In fact, I just asked my robo-blogger wife if it was proper blog etiquette to indent or not...you get it.) What has brought me here is a love and need to express things in words. Crickets and Cicadas will simply be perspectives and recollections. Recollections of times gone by and perspectives of times presently churning, times awaiting behinds doors that are yet to be opened, and times that may never fully manifest themselves but are just as well significant when left in a state of potential and wonder.

The name Crickets and Cicadas has been chosen for a couple reasons. They are characters in one of my favorite parts of one of my favorite songs (look it up). In the song they are mentioned briefly, and are seemingly small in the grand scheme of the suite, but their action in the song is poignant, revealing how important small things are. Also, these creatures have provided the background music to my life. I am sure others who have spent some time on the outskirts of town or in the rustic comfort of the 'country' share my sentiments. These small things that we often take for granted are the things that collectively make us...us. I plan on touching on some of my remembrances and wonders (even if it is for the selfish reason of keeping them fresh in my memory box), and small things I may take for granted. I hope you enjoy. After all, the majority of the time, when it seems we're too damned busy to notice: the crickets are chirping, the cicadas are singing.


See you soon...