1. Remember to shave the left side of my face.

2. Remember to iron clothing every now and then.

There was a time one hundred or so years ago, when everyone named their daughters after flowers. A nation filled with Roses, Esters, Violets, Lilys, and Petunias. When they named all the streets after trees like Elm, Maple, Oak, and Ash even as they stripped the East Coast bare. When everybody followed horse racing because the horses were the fastest and most powerful things in their lives, and everybody knew them with a regularity and intimacy that has since become lost.

I was thinking about dinosaurs today. In all the movies and TV shows the only noise they make is a roar. But I wonder. If they are closely related to birds, maybe they signaled each other vocally like birds do today. Marking territory and finding mates using complex calls, only with their greater size perhaps the sounds were lower in pitch more like oboes and tubas than the shrill whistles of their smaller, winged cousins. I am thinking about a primative forest filled with conifers and giant ferns and a symphony of dinosaur songs: not roars, but complicated and distinctive tunes.