Mendo Acid Trip

Language tends to reflect upbringing, or possibly genetics, or maybe both. Anyway, there is often a familial component. (I’ll let better-paid heads argue about why.)

Case in point — my older brother’s riff on my county’s name might have a familiar feel, although only he could possibly have come up with this imagery:

‘I can’t decide if ‘mendocino’ sounds like an antacid (“Mendocino, now in new cherry flavour…”), or a garment of Mexican origin (“and now just add a chunky brown leather belt to offset the vibrant shade of your mendocino…”), and indeed maybe are old chinos with violent coloured patchwork on them….

cropped from a photo by Midori

‘Why mendo-acid-vibrant coloured-cino?’

I had to read this through 3 times before I could keep my seat long enough to respond without falling off again.

The answer is far too prosaic to make a suitable reply, but frankly, that’s a tough act to follow…

So, why here?


Gives me whiplash to read this far.

Antacid-washed chinos might be more entertaining, but I had a deep need for a wooded granite ridge to park my frazzled bones upon, while preparing for the Healing Tour — whatever the heck that turns out to be.

My timing is good. Everything is bursting into bloom:

 Cherry-flavored patchwork chinos would look pretty good sprawled under that tree. Mind you, anything would, including that dusty ol’ truck.

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5 Replies to “Mendo Acid Trip”

  1. TeeHee! Love words! Love knowing where words come from… love making up words, where words come from, what they might mean… wordplay by, or with a quick brained friend, some of the truly delicious pleasures in life. Thank you, Isabel. (Is-a-beau… ever seen Ladyhawk? I think of it sometimes when I write your name, which is such a lovely one…)

  2. OK, to prove I’m not a robot, your site just asked me to write the words:
    “orkfaxi” (obviously an outdated communication mode now used only by honking big tough guy species with dreadlocks trying to rehabilitate into a new mode of life within an office environment)
    and “licsho” (well, the possibilities include a) an overly subsurviant underling, b)an anise flavoured pastry from the Balkans, or c)an illegal underground cabaret serving alcoholic icecream to messed up Morman missionaries… in hundreds of different flavours (yes, both the missionaries and the ice cream!) (teehee)

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