The break room at my office is always amply stocked with snacks. As I passed through one day, my eyes caught on a big tub of mixed nuts. In my head, I heard the echo of my dance instructor’s voice, at the barre for tondues. “Cashews!” she cried. “I want to see those feet look like cashews!”

I approached the tub of nuts, unscrewed the lid, and poured a small heap into my palm. I popped a pecan into my mouth. I prodded the nuts around in my hand until I came upon a cashew. I contemplated the cashew while I chewed. I popped in a macadamia nut. Still thinking about the cashew.

I’m standing behind a young friend of mine while he’s busy blowing holes in enemy ships. I pull up a stool.

I’ve always been fascinated by spectating video games. Never been a big gamer myself. I had a Game Boy way back in the day. Played Tetris mostly. Maybe if video games had had the character and plot development in my youth as they do now, I would have been more enthralled. The only video bit we got to see at the end of the level was, “Thank you, Mario, but our princess is in another castle.”

me•rid•i•an
adjective [ attrib. ]
relating to or situated at a meridian : the meridian moon.

• poetic/literary of noon.
• poetic/literary of the period of greatest splendor, vigor, etc.

noun

Bloglet the FIrst...

This is an SOS. The Explorit Science Center is in trouble. They're within a hair's breadth of having to close their doors, folks, and that's not good.