Confessions of the 12 O'Clock Mouse

"Hickory, dickory, dock, the mice ran up the clock,
The clock struck Twelve.
Then Seven ate Nine & Ten.
And so Twelve ran down,
Filed an insurance claim, called the police, and charged Seven with cannibalism.
Hickory, dickory, dock..."


....The Untold Story of the Twelve O'Clock Mouse....


After recovering from the concussion he received from getting struck by the unusually long minute hand, the 12 o'clock mouse, was able to acquire massive amounts of insurance money from the emotional trauma of seeing his friends eaten...Since 12 o'clock was an extrememly wise investor he became very wealthy and, by the end of his life, was a billionaire. But, the 12 o'clock mouse had always been a very generous mouse and so when he died he left all his money and his estate to the poor, forgotten 11 o'clock mouse, whom he had just met a few days before, when 11 o'clock was playing his violin on the sidewalk near 12 o'clock's house. The 11 o'clock mouse was struggling financially and had been mugged and beaten up, which had left him blind. 11 o'clock had not been able to find work for years and so he went on welfare, because no one wanted a blind mouse in their nursery rhyme corporations. As a result of inheriting all this money, 11 o'clock was able to use the money the 12 o'clock mouse gave him, and he traveled around the world with a few friends to help him find other blind mice. He discovered one who joined his quest, and they found a third, but an unfortunate event took place upon discovering him. The second mouse that they discovered was a farmmouse, right as they convinced this mouse to join them, so they could start an independent business, the farmer's wife came rushing at them with a knife. All three mice survived, but they all lost their tales. So, the three mice, joined forces and created their own copmany called, the Three Blind Mice Organization, and they spread their story of overcoming great obstacles and survival to the world in a rhyme. They became wildly famous and started a foundation for other blind and injured mice who could not find jobs and helped them get on their feet.


Later on, they expanded their business to not only help mice, but all individuals from other Rhyming Corporations that needed aid, including providing homes, jobs, etc. They even helped Miss Muffet after she left her job over at Little Miss Muffet Inc., because the new spider they had hired was verbally abusive. They also helped the fifth little Piggy from the This Little Piggy Co. after he had to have an operation on his vocal chords and couldn't scream, "Wee! Wee! Wee!" anymore. In addition, they helped the entire Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Co. after they had to make a huge job cut when fewer and fewer people were asking what stars are, since science is removing the mystery. So the Three Blind Mice organization had an incredible impact on its community, helping countless numbers of individuals and continues to, even today, despite the downfall in the use of really worthwhile Nursery Rhyme Companies.


There is one thing for certain though, whenever you ask the 11 o'clock mouse/the First Blind Mouse where he gets his inspiration, he will always tell you the same answer, "It all began with one individual.......The 12 O'Clock Mouse..."



Disclaimer: This post is the product of a very long week and may also be credited to another pensively discerning individual.


All I have to say is, a true 21st. Century nursery rhyme could only be achieved through verbal inflation.


Rewriting history, one nursery rhyme at a time.

Thoughts to Be Thought

Well, as you can see I go for these long periods of time where I don't update, apart from the usual business of life, they are usually due to my visits home. This time around I was home for Easter Break, so while I had planned to be a faithful blogger, alas, I was not. :) However, there is grace and mercy for every part of life and so I must move on...


As I have mentioned before and as I have been told multiple times by various friends, we are to remember to enjoy the simple things in life. For me, these simple things can end up being very, well...simple. Whether it be receiving a card in the mail, enjoying beautiful weather, or getting a new journal of some sort (I know, but it's part of the family lineage and schooling), I tend to enjoy these simple things immensely. Well, one of these simple joys has to be when I open a new Moleskin. There is just something about these fascinating little creations that inspire. The simplicity of the black outer-covering, bound to the cream-colored, smooth pages that is postively astounding. According to the officialy Moleskine website:

"Moleskine is the legendary notebook that the European artists and intellectuals who made twentieth-century culture used: from Henri Matisse to the turn-of-the-century Parisian avant-garde, from Louis Férdinand Céline to Ernest Hemingway. Writer-traveler Bruce Chatwin picked up this tradition and made it famous.

A simple black rectangle with squared or lined pages, endleaves held by an elastic band, an inside pocket for loose sheets, a binding in 'moleskine' which gives it its name, this trusty, pocket-size traveling companion guarded notes, stories, thoughts and impressions before they turned into the pages of beloved books.

Bruce Chatwin used to buy his moleskine at a Paris stationery shop in Rue de l’Ancienne Comédie. He always stocked up on them before going off on one of his journeys. He had a ritual set up over the years -before using them, he numbered the pages, wrote his name and at least two addresses in the world with the promise of a reward in case they got lost. "Losing my passport was the least of my worries, losing a notebook was a catastrophe".

Now, the Moleskine is back again. It can go back to being a witness passing from one pocket to another and continue the adventure. Its still-blank pages will tell the rest."

It seems as though everytime I see this book I am peculiarly inspired to write, to express, to record. Though this may seem a peculiarity to some, one that only belongs to a person who is a History and English major, yet I believe it is not so. While some may write in their recordings, others may express in their own ways, which may not entail pages and pages of words. So, upon encountering one of my many bound wonders, more often than not I grab my beloved pen, inscribed with a "B", and begin a quest...

Unfortunately, many forget the power of words, but as Frank Lloyd Wright once quipped, "I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters." Especially in a day and age where our society is predominantly ruled by chess-match of politics and the words of its players, we must understand the difference that words can make. Looking back on history some of the greatest historical figures, such as Churchill understood the power of the ink and pen, the power of words to inspire men and exact change.

I only hope that more in my generation will recover this much needed necessity of recording ideas. Though our ideas may never transform our world in our lifetime, may we understand that some day, one person may read them, one person that may make a difference...

May we truly understand that...The greatest ideas in the world mean nothing if they never get outside the thinker's head...

Departed Yet Present

As we are in the Christian Holy Week, I have been reading a lot. I came across a word from St. Augustine today...

And He departed from our sight that we might return to our heart, and there find Him. For He departed, and behold, He is here.

Amen and amen. By His death, by His love, by His sacrifice, we have come to know Him in an intimate way. May we remember what His love has meant to our lives. He died, not only so we might live, as many people say, but so that we may live in fellowship with Him in our daily lives. What a blessing! What a joy! His fellowship, His community is the most important that I have. If I hvae not Him, I have nothing. As I have been away from home at University, with new faces, new places, a new group of friends, I have basically change worlds. Yet, He has remained constant. While I struggle being away from home, being away from a community of believers that I know and love. He is faithful and true, a steadfast friend.

May we remember the blessing that His sacrifice was and is.

Simplicity

"The Holy Spirit dwells in simple hearts. Interior simplicity must manifest itself in our exterior: in speech, manners, and so forth. Meekness and simplicity attract divine mercy and grace more than all other virtues."

-Staretz Parthenous of Kiev



May we continue to seek the gracious simplicities of life. The Lord is present in all things, thus we are to find pleasure in the simple things in life. The commonalities of the everyday are where God is most present. In living our daily lives, in working out His grace and mercy in our present circumstances by accomplishing our daily duties, His hope is ever-present and His joy is incomparable.