Meliority Report
a few nice things
“Meliority” is a word that means “a state of being better”, which I did not know until after finding the word “meliority” in a rhyming dictionary. I’m trying to do a cutesy thing, see, by making a play on words. It’s like Minority Report, a film by Steven Spielberg, cuz he just had that alien movie come out, see? But it’s one of those words you’ll only ever find in a rhyming dictionary and only ever see on a blog, see? So it’s clever, see? Isn’t it?? ISN’T IT??
Anyways, here are five nice things that happened recently.
Upon learning that I sing in a choir, two of my friends, who are not singers, starting humming “Ave Maria” at me through their noses at the exact same time. They did not stop until they got me to laugh. This was one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me and I hope to never forget it.
I saw some kids absolutely losing their gourds at a splash pad in Glendale. It made me think about how when I’m at Raging Waters, I am upset at kids for being little jerks in the wave pool, but when I see them, and I am dry and at a distance, I can see how much fun they’re having and I am very happy that this level of joy exists in life.
June 19, 2026, was a divinely beautiful day in the neighborhood And if you can believe it, IT’S A FRIDAY! It drizzled a bit in the morning and gave way to clear, breezy day. Every lick of wind felt like a kiss from the heavens. Also, my next door neighbors had a jazz trio play at their graduation party and I basically wrote this to the sweet sounds of smooth jazz. Because their backyard is basically underneath my desk, I also heard these graduates confess all their hopes and dreams and philosophies on life and guess what? They have the same ones that I had at that age!
You know that song “Kiss From A Rose”, by Seal? It’s from Batman Forever, by the way, and I will tell anyone who will listen, but have you ever experienced a kiss from a rose? I don’t get a kiss from every rose I stick my face in one, but this one time, I absolutely did. I swear there was a portal to another dimension in that flower.
Speaking of choir and lyrics from songs, you know that part in “This Must Be The Place” where David Byrne wails “SING INTO MY MOUTH”? Heretofore, I did not know the meaning of this, nor what this felt like, but recently, at choir practice, I have been singing between two individuals who have the specific tambor and volume that allows me to feel their voices reverberating in my own mouth as I sing. It’s sort of like when you speak into whirring fan blades, but infinitely more fulfilling. Pretty spectacular feeling.