To my Muse...even though i look a little wormy in this picture...

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. -Pablo Neruda

...And the lost was found...maybe...

Almost had one...maybe later!

Under Construction

Party like it's 1999

Disclaimer: Do to the absence of my wife the below post may be riddled with bad grammar and incomplete sentences and overall confusion.


The road hasn't been long and I was have a feeling that the Moment that is Mazipan was become just that. The "urge" was becoming less and less and another urge was taking it's place, i was feel torn. There were so many people who had fallen i love with and i didn't want to disappoint, But then something happened to bring in more life to the saga. Another Little-wood-man manifested him self. This time in Oklahoma. I thought to my self that due to the influence of negative penguins...and Bunnies...that it would be good for Pan to have a kindred spirit who also broken awake from the Corporate Juggernaut and seedy marketing of the little-wood-men business. You can follow the life of Mochi and their future correspondence here at 2supercilious4u.blogspot.com. Oh, there will more so stay tuned.


Also, to keep with the theme of adding good influences to Pans life i decided to take him to place with utter saturation of good influences and to a good time to. I took him a church Youth dance. Now when it come to dancing i was blessed unmatched ability to cause people to stare in unbelief, others to point while laughing and inspire comments like "do you think he is special?". While Pan on the other hand can as they used to say "can get down with his bad self", "cut the proverbial rug", "get jiggy with it" you get the point. He was able to even Deejay for some of the Dance. All in all we had fun.





All that dancing makes you work up an appetite.








He was even able to convince some of the Ladies to dance with him.

He went through quite a few of those.

Oh... the idle wooden mind

Disclaimer: Do to the absence of my wife the below post may be riddled with bad grammar and incomplete sentences and overall confusion.

It's been awhile and oh do i have a story to tell. I've been a little self absorbed lately. The prettiest thing I've ever seen and my three offspring have left town. That within it's self is something to write about...you know that verse in the Bible where it talks about man not being meant to be alone, well this is the man he was talking about, well actually it was Adam but aren't we supposed to liken the scriptures to our lives? I can hardly find my pants let alone get them to the laundry basket...then do laundry...(shudder). That is also another story to be told some other time. This blog is about pan...not me but i have to tell this part for you to understand the other. Also, at this same time I had a very important test at work that would pretty much determine my fate, once again another story for another time. And again i also had a very big training to prepare, over something i new very little about...again... i think that you get the picture. So Ive been a little self absorbed. Once it was all over with I realized that i hadn't posted anything so I looked for Pan. Well...if you remember a couple of blogs back i told you to never leave a little-wood-man alone in a car for hours. So I guess i don't need to tell you to never leave a little-wood-man to his own devices for a week and a half. He picked up a few unsavory friends and I caught trying to hitchhike with a penguin...I know i was thinking the same thing...what does a penguin know about hitchhiking.

So figured that i needed to spend some quality time Pan. You get more with flies with honey than with vinegar. So Pan and have been spending more of the above mentioned time together. I think it's going well. He seems to enjoy the Baseball game we went to. Although he got a little chilly and eventually fell asleep. It's a learning process. It think we're getting through the storming phase pretty well. We've had some other adventure but those will be a later post.

Going Green

So, the ever reaching arm of the "going green-ites" has finally made its way to a virtually unknown demographic...little-wood-men. In particular, Pan. Although I'm not fully sold on the pathological rantings of the former Vice President, who's research is based on shaky evidence by scandalous scientists, not to mention the earth has gone through natural warming and cooling periods since its creation, but then I was reminded of the fact my opinion was based on the research of a man who argues with the environmental views of a little-wood-man. I do agree with Pan as to being good stewards of our planet. I conceded to this point but in the same breath made it known there would be no tofu, incense, or tambourine playing-not that I have anything against tambourines but if any of you have been to my most humble home you will agree with me on the joy of the absence of tambourine. So if there is anybody out there who plays the tambourine...I think it is a noble instrument with a long and glorious history...there.. so I mean no offense.








After a long day of being green..because it's not easy (about five minutes, you got to start small:) when you're a little-wood-man) Pan takes a rest in the soft grass, communing with nature. Exploring commenced afterward followed by practicing his climbing and repelling skills (because you need skills...you know...skills) which will come in handy the next time he has to scale the side of a 55 gallon drum.

























All fun and no play a dull boy Pan would be.

Blue Steel or Crouching Tiger, Hidden Face

OK, this is for your time to interact with Pan and help me with the first installation of many interactive posts...many being very abstract. Many for me might be few to you or even ONE to another...do I even know what I'm talk about? One thing I have noticed when looking at pictures of Pan...is...were is he looking? I know where he is looking, because I took the picture but can you? One of the objectives with this blog was not only to fulfill "The Urge", that is the Marzipan Moment, but also to do a study in giving life to an inanimate object. He needs a face. Not a face face but a Pan face, does that makes sense, right? It could be anything but I would like your feedback.


While you ponder and ... what's a better word than ponder..., while you ponder and do whatever that other word is, Pan has been at it again. From CVS to looking for a little coin in the parking lot. You got to love him.

I drool over bread sticks too!






Always looking for the free stuff.