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March 29, 2018 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Beauty bites

What’s beauty without a little mystery?

Don’t want to think too hard, so making it short and sweet.

Beans, zoom, fly. That’s it.

Easter Jelly beans. Chicken and egg. (© Image: all rights reserved. copyrighted, NO permissions granted)

Chicken before the egg. (© Image)

The first beauty was bagged and sold. (No dunderhead. Not talking about human trafficking.) 

Have to confess. I eat sugar. Mainly one bag of little candy Halloween pumpkins and one bag of Easter/Spring jelly beans. This year’s bag was ordinary until – just like in the movies – an odd piece shaped like a chicken of all things was plucked out.

What to do now? No note of a contest: “Find the Easter Jelly Bean Chicken and you win.”

Somehow it’s cute and a little endearing. (Do you bit off the head first like chocolate Easter bunny ears?)

If you set it among the remaining little jelly bean eggs, will they hatch? (Are aliens already among us?)

Hmmm. Back burner this one for a bit before bite.

There’s always Ebay.

Easter jelly bean chicken and eggs in bowl. (© Image: all rights reserved, copyrighted, no permissions granted)

Giving mystery a little space. (© Image)

The second beauty is such a glamour shot teaser. (Will anyone be able to afford, Ford?)

When will she roll into society? There’s all that speculation about teaser ads of the instruments’ panel leaking the actual date.

(Stop laughing. To gearheads, deciphering leaked info and images is like playing Beatle songs backwards for the real message.)

Car. Mustang glamour shot. Ford-Teaser(2) image

Now look at this. High art. Must have taken them forever to get the light and shadows just right. Note “The Angry Face“. Personality on display. (Mysterious, yes…only a little concern with so much road rage these days…)

Hearts and engines are racing to find out the actual name off this Ford model. Could be 2020 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 (500 for the bigger motor as opposed to the GT300), the 2020 Shelby Cobra, or simply the 2020 Mustang Cobra.

Speculations are thrown off as the hood looks like it has the Cobra hood’s bulge and it appears that the big cobra snake badge is placed in the middle of the grill rather than off to the side as done previously. (Told you it was like playing Clue with the record spinning backwards.)

You know what’s really a beauty to me? It’s that people can make a living doing glamour shots of cars. We often see photo sessions of expensive cars/ limo ads/Ebay vehicle offerings on the little island’s bridge near us with the marina and resort hotel as a backdrop. Girls in evening gowns – or tight pants – with reflection screens and all. What a career, right?

Talking about creating beauty, here’s a great local company: Droneworks Studio.

You’ve seen this production company’s high flying works of art already in assorted venues and places, but what I find really cool is their “Janet”, a drone giant enough to fly a human.

Right now the human flights are just for visual impact and fun – like Santa using alternative transportation or snow skiers going for big air without needing mountains.

High flying stuff lifts the imagination. These people are having way to much fun at work mingling technology, science, math, cinematography, along with fine arts. (Video below of both outdoor and indoor events – with “Janet” seasonally attired and accompanied, of course).

Watch out. After Arizona, Uber and Google may be looking around for alternatives for autonomous cars.

Beautiful ideas mysteriously traffic in Spring. (Better not bite off more than easily digested?)

Hoppy onward

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge


March 26, 2018 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Not cute Spring brides. Poor reception

lizard on window screen (© Image - all rights reserved, copyrighted, NO permissions granted)

Screening thoughts.  (© Image)

One wedding trend that should be brushed off immediately.

Crunchy under satin slippers – such a stain on the occasion. Should be obvious that sneezing will never be a cool replacement for tears of joys by seated friends and family as the participants promenade down the aisle.

Nope, go back to soft fragrant rose petals underfoot instead of oak pollen. Insist on a clean sweep for outdoor weddings.

Spring expert Persephone could counsel about rushing to get the party started, and that tiny details should not be overlooked…especially if refreshments offered.

While many are shivering for more than one reason (late winter storms, stock market, trade wars, cost of cable or satellite tv, reality shows with real people having real effects on viewers who mimic the screaming, tantrums and “pretend” violence of the TV celeb role models on shows, marching out of infuriation, disturbing realization that the ones causing the violence aren’t out there marching for solutions, law enforcement officers once dependable and trust worthy now aren’t always, such fun Facebook being used for all sorts of purposes – although the information is willingly put out there and available and been harvested/used/discussed by data people/researchers/marketing/political types since 2012 at least,ooopsie…Oh the list goes on)….

(I’ll wait here while you go back for the original thought’s beginning…)

While shadows and chill just won’t seem to too away, the world turns on.

Hopefully once the bloom begins, and people can get outside – without their allergy meds (who knows how those affect some sensitive individuals’ behavior) – just maybe the Spring will cast her seasonal spell and lull people back into peace, love, dove.

Hope springs eternal, right?

This year Spring is going to need Ninja Warrior skills to perform miracles

Planting seeds. Still.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.



March 20, 2018 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Hotly debated confinement imminent

While not quite “The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote…”

The reign is over

(9 stormy weekends and endless, dark, dreary, winter days…)

And coming apart.

The window screens are.

Modern “miracle” fiber holds up for just so many hurricane seasons and punishing scorching summers. Tiny gnat filtering screens ready to debut shortly …which mandates hours of prep cleaning windows and the years of debris clogging those window channels the screens must fit into.

Memo to self: work on instructional behavior modification for large dog paws and little cat feet which are just trying to encourage those lively chameleons and lizards to come inside and play…or the new screens will have a very limited window of use.

Prairie Feather grass and flowers greet visitors on porch. (© Image: ALL rights reserved, copyrighted image, NO permissions granted

The flowers, like wannabe beauty queens, graciously welcome visitors – encouraging them to try the porch bench and chat for a while. The silly Feather Prairie Grass waves people over with the same joke season after season, “Step right up. Take a trip. Have a nice fall.” Sigh. (© Image)

Spring is here. It’s official.

About 89°F past two days. Molly Malamute is drooping already.

We’re frantically getting outdoor work done – like squirrels rushing around preparing for winter – only here it’s frenzy before sweltering, scorching summer heat drives us all indoors for the duration.

“Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.” (Chinese Proverb).

Yeah, can’t hold a good weed down – late winter storm or no later winter storm. It’s the Deep State of Plants: underground plotting to take over no matter how much effort is put in get to the root of verdant matters. Endless, inexhaustible army of flora…don’t think for a moment they will go without a fight.

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” (Margaret Atwood)

Oh, good. No snippy comments about the earthy smell in the house…it’s seasonal dressing. Feel guilty blaming it on muddy dog paws so much.

Lilies before Easter, (© image. ALL rights reserved, copyrighted, NO permissions granted)

Lilies always innocently look like a gaggle of ladies who brunch. Probably ready to trumpet news or gossip, so watch what you say on that bench. (© image)

“But each spring a gardening instinct, sure as the sap rising in the trees, stirs within us. We look about and decide to tame another little bit of ground.” (Lewis Gantt)

Like DIY house remodeling projects (“just a little updating”), landscaping is an addiction.

I’m said to have PADD (Plant Attention Deficit Disorder): easily distracted from going in a straight line to get just the items on the Home Depot list when faced with colorful gardening displays.

Oh, seriously these little bedraggled limp plants in the soon to be discarded and trashed closeout pile just need fresh dirt and sun – and they are only 50¢! (Don’t smirk. I’ll match my strays and orphans against any of your high dollar plants in less than a week – and at a bargain price. Which leaves all the more money for more mulch and rocks.)

Yes, rocks. This is the coastal prairie. Rocks less. (I know, my ancient relatives are rolling over in their graves that I buy river rocks…beats driving to Central TX ranch and fighting the rattle snakes for them though.)

“You’ll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind.” (Old Irish Saying)

Good advice – for any season or any seasoned one.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Purslane flowers among rocks and prairie grasses (© image.all rights reserved, copyrighted image, no permissions granted)

May be a long way from cool babbling brooks and river beds, but I can make believe…through the window…inside in the air conditioning all summer. (© Image)



March 15, 2018 / philosophermouseofthehedge

End of smarts

girls in school costumes with dunce hats. 1922 Film promo still. The Tattler 1922 (, artist life/

Shame people stopped using dunce hats and sitting in the corner? Something needed to point out obvious bad behavior.(USPD/

Surely your mother raised you better than this.

Professor Stephen Hawking. Texas State Rep. Briscoe Cain. I doubt they ever met.

Sort of different social circles – brain wise and philosophies.

Had their differences.

Which is OK. Once common “Mom” responses to whining: “You’re not going like everyone and everyone isn’t going to like you. Go find someone else to play with if they are mean to you.” Still good advice.

Moms also insisted “everyone play nice, remember your manners, and if you can’t say something nice, say nothing at all.”

Times have changed.

So we end up with people in the wrong places – like weeds in a productive vegetable garden.

Most people just try to be polite about it. Moms insisted.

Mind your own business and keep your nose out of others’.

It is absolutely infuriating that this self-righteous, freshman legislator, Briscoe Cane, insensitivity resorted to “My team is better than your team” with his tweet Tuesday night: 

“Stephen Hawking now knows the truth about how the universe was actually made. My condolences to his family.”

An embarrassment to his highly respected, historic first name. (Didn’t his momma tell him?)

Andrew Briscoe (1810-1849): merchant, patriot, judge, and railroad promoter. settling in Texas where he registered in 1833 as a citizen of Coahuila and Texas. Andrew Briscoe: signer of the Texas Declaration of Independence, Texian soldier.  There’s a county named after him.

In following years both the men and women of the Briscoe family were civic-minded, productive, and well respected.

Governor Dolph Briscoe’s name is on UT’s Center of American History.

“Dolph Briscoe was one of the most humble, generous and thoughtful philanthropists in our state, whose gifts provided critical support to a wide range of medical, educational, civic, and charitable activities that have improved and enhanced the lives of countless Texans,” said Dr. Don Carleton, executive director of the Briscoe Center. “… Dolph Briscoe was a man of ‘absolute integrity.’ We are proud to have his name on our Center, and it is our privilege to keep his legacy alive through our efforts.”

Elegantly dressed man on boat. Actor James Neill. 1898. Strobridge Litho Co.(USPD. LOC, artists life,

Is this how he envisions himself? If so, bet he is counting the days until he can get to a US Congress seat and become a millionaire.(USPD/

Obviously Briscoe Cane is very different from the real Briscoe. 

Acting more like those Westboro church that tries to disrupt and protest at soldier’s funerals.

Acting more like China, or even certain countries that insist you believe their way or you’re jailed or killed.

Acting like an immature eight grader. (Looking for attention? Fist bumps expected?)

Most people just want to live and let live. 

Texas has always been pretty strong about that, Mr. Freshman Legislator.

Being respectful of differences.

Can the general public go to a judge and request a name change for this guy?

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Production note: It’s not raining, not freezing, not 100 degrees F., not too humid, and the tiny biting gnats aren’t out yet, so instead of screens, I’m looking at coaxing the yard into shape while it’s possible …despite the green pollen haze. Will be back to regular blogging shortly…Thanks for your understanding. 

(This guy and United attitude towards paying passengers whether barking or not is driving me nuts while I pull weeds…it take weeks to get bright tags printed up for future animal carriers? Seems like if the CEO wanted it to happen, it wouldn’t take weeks…even if it is a shallow response. FYI the Harris County DA, who has jurisdiction over Bush airport, is looking at animal cruelty charges for that little dog in the carrier.

And kids – great for marching! Be sure to also show up where those who let you down and didn’t do their jobs actually are: FBI building, local police station, and school district offices – You said something and they did NOTHING. It was the agreement. They decided not to do their part. Every reason to be furious and wanting real action.) 

Woman in fancy dress flirting and waving. MAry Eaon. Ziegfeld Follies, 1922/The Tattler mag, Feb. (USPD. artist life, pub.date4/

Spring’s muse is flirting with us here. Take heart – big flocks of birds moving through – probably waiting on weather reports for aviation clearance.  (USPD/




March 12, 2018 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Green and madness. Just a rehearsal

Runway ready. FLying Little TIkes Car by Flite Test (Youtube screenshot)

Future’s economical personal transportation runway ready. Flying Little Tikes Car.(Flite Test.Youtube)

Massive error message blinking: Did we spring ahead too far? April 1st already?

Could have fooled me.

First it’s Elon Musk announcing flights to Mars will happen by first half of next year (although those early arrivals may die).

Mumblings of “who’s your emperor” and “might be sensible to start a secondary human colony…just in case…”

“Space X Mars spaceship will be ready for short trips by 2019” (Video of SXSW surprise question and answer session. Who inspires Elon? Fred Astaire and Kanye West.)

Talk about things going up: something’s racing at mind-boggling speed in California: the bullet train between LA and San Francisco

Started in 2008 at a projected $13 billion dollars, it’s now been revised to at least $77 billion and functioning by 2029…or later (and to be subsidized until 2050+ if it doesn’t make enough money) “Cost for CA high speed rail soars” (CBS San Francisco)

Now read that first story again…Mars. By next year. 

tree. (© Image copyrighted, no permission granted, all rights reserved)

St Patrick’s Day costume fitting session. It may be a little rough, but, no, it doesn’t make you look fat. (© Image)

More rattling than a speeding bullet train is that President Trump has told Idaho’s insurance companies (another major lobbyist group) that they must follow Obama Care rules and regulations – it’s the law. 

Insurance companies must continue to cover preexisting conditions, cannot charge more due to age, and basically everything in Obama Care – or the companies will be fined per day per person if not compliant. Will wonders never cease? Law is the law and must be obeyed.

“Trump Administration blocks Idaho’s plan to circumvent Healthcare Law” (NY Times)

man and woman yawning. (USPD. 1923. Photoplay/, artist life/

Must be what they mean about March Madness.(Photoplay/USPD/

Something wacky is going on.

Not even April 1st.

Surely too early for St Patrick’s Day being served up.

Not fair. Bleary with Daylight Savings Time shift.

Not to mention glazed over with allergy remedies due to high pollen season. (See. A logical holiday: everything’s already covered with green!)

plants sprouting on wet backdoor mat (©Image all rights reserved, no permissions granted, copyrighted)

Oh, even the door mat is getting ready for the wearing of the green. Seriously. Does it think it’s Cinderella or something? You never know. Stepping lightly is always a good idea.(© Image)

If this is Spring’s dress rehearsal, hang on and get the belly laughs ready.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

And don’t toy with me? Are you sure? HAHA



March 8, 2018 / philosophermouseofthehedge

S’no debate

Small white wildflowers. Early spring. (Image: ©copyrighted, all rights reserved, NO permissions granted)

This version retains the pointed geometric design of the originals.(© image)

Our snow is better than your snow. Chill out.

Forget the sleds and skis. Far too ethereal to even think about holding anyone up.

Rumors say it’s the local Chamber of Commerce’s idea to please homesick people who’ve relocated from up north.

Others say it’s Mother Nature’s experimenting with a snow prototype: crystal evolution with climate change.

White flower clover. (Image: © all rights reserved, NO permissions given. Copyrighted)

Using tweezers, you could probably stack these up to make a snowman. Sun proof! (Image:©)

March here offers a quiet soft opening of an upcoming event: Spring

Light delight.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

White wildflower. Dandelion puff. (© Image: all rights reserved, copyrighted, no permissions granted)

You won’t need mittens for this snowball. For millions of parents, that’s an improvement. (© image)

Grey winter skies and clouds. Dead Queen palms seen beyond the brick wall. (Image: ©. All rights reserved., copyrighted, NO permissions granted)

This was last week – and most of this winter: overcast, heavy clouds, cold and rainy. Dreary. Dead Queen palms seen beyond the brick wall. It looks like 9 out of 10 Queen palms are brown and dead. We’ve had colder winters – with more snow and ice, yet they waves themselves through it. This time I think they just got depressed from weeks and weeks of no sun and gave up.(© image)

yellow wildflower. Dandelion. (© Image copyrighted, no permissions granted, ALL rights reserved)

We’re ready for sunny side up! Warms the soul. So watch the sole – and dog paws.(© Image)





March 5, 2018 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Smartie pants

Man and woman. Charlie Chaplin. 1916 promo. (USPD.artist life,

“You say tomahto and I say tomayto.” Simply, perfect genetic mush? (USPD/

It’s Ok to get mushy.

Love at first sight? Might be right – and realistically determined by your DNA

Houston-based DNA dating app: a little swipe and swab reveals true love over there waiting.  

Two twenty-something experts in genetics, Barreto and Asm Mirza, realized there might be something scientific to the phenomenon of “love at first sight”

It appears to them that 11 genes that encode proteins for the immune system can actually predict attraction between individuals.

Sign up with their company, Pheramor, and your genetic info. will be compared by computer with others in your area. Additional information may be added about preferences, hobbies, gender – even, if female, being on birth control pills as those alter hormones and tend to make certain types of men more attractive than others.

It’s all very scientific. Gotta love that.

Making cents of love. Smartie pants.

dog Molly Malamute cooling off on floor. (Image © All rights reserved, copyrighted, NO permissions granted)

Molly Malamute’s too hot to trot here, but she’s been mentioning Alaskan cruises recently. Who’s up for a family reunion?(Image:©)

Molly Malamute, whom some think wears the pants in this household, can be a bit stubborn. At a little over 80 pounds, she does tend to have a strong vote on where walks are taken and for just how long. 

This morning she dawdled about getting her harness on and out the door, seemed fascinated by every blade of grass, until finally locking up completely only 2 blocks away. With much scheduled to be done today, I gave up and turned around – only to see a huge wall of black clouds looming. No one needed any encouragement to swiftly return home ahead of the rain.

Of course, before flopping down, heavy-coated Miss Molly, breathing a little hard as the temp’s around 70 F., pointedly stood there with a big, tongue hanging out grin on her face.

Easy to see who has the smartie pants here (slobber available at no additional charge).

Line of Dogs. St. Bernard puppies, 1918 postmarked post card, (Editions Art. Perrochet&David, La Chaux-de-Fonds/Lausanne (USPD-, artist life/

Of course we’re not the seven dwarfs. The more legs, the more the merry in the Hi-ho group. Sleepy and Happy are obvious, though. (USPD/

If you drop by, don’t be surprised it Molly rushes up and inquires “Mush much?”

She’s pulling for her kin and cousins in the Alaskan Iditarod race – which actually has enough snow this year. Molly’s a close genetic twin to one of the lead dogs of last year’s winning team. (Look at the third dog on the right – with the giant happy smile and all feet in the air)

The teams are off and Molly loves to pant along watching them on tv…all so happy, talkative, and all pulling mostly in the same direction. (There have been instances where a couple of dogs saw/smelled a moose or something interesting and decided to break loose…it’s all a game to them. If you have a sled breed dog, you know how it is – always a running joke…)

 She does paw out to us how well dogs manage to get it together down the trail, yet people seem to find it so difficult to stop yapping and making bitie faces.

Oh, well, Molly, could just be part of their DNA.

Worth a mush or two

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

girl in barn standing by cow. Painting by John George Brown (1831-1913) (USPD. reprod of PD art, artist life/

“Hang out with me, cow girl, and I’ll show you how to git-a-long with a herd.”(USPD/

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