some of these days

less grammar more photoshop or illustrator
this was quite distracting
Ukulele Anthem & Photoshop or Illustrator drawing
maybe that's photoshop

not worried

about neighbors that might hear howls or fits of hysterical laughter...not worried because probably they are out spending money with the other money spenders...this is an interesting song called "Neighbors" not gonna to listen to it right now...need to type up stuff and prepare other stuff and work do taxes etcetra...

Rattle ceremony?

Went for a nice walk and lounged comfortably on a board seat that was wedged between some tree branches for a while.  As I was leaving, I heard some strange shaking/rattling noises.  When I got closer, I saw a man and a woman sitting in some lawn chairs, and each one was facing the stream and shaking a wooden(?) rattle. Also, there appeared to be some kind of white cord or rope which crossed over the water from where they sat, and it was tied or hooked around some round rocks in the ground on the other side of the stream. I kind of wanted to stop and stare, but thought maybe that would be too intrusive? The rattles might have had bumps, or were curved outward and inward several times, with some colors painted on the curves/bumps. I haven't found a similar picture of that sort of rattle on the internet. I am curious as to what they were doing...

O nature!

Really long paragraph, but typing it all anyway...

"'O nature,' we girls exclaimed in Pakistan, when once again the city of Lahore had run out of Tampax. Taxed as a luxury item throughout the world--which strikes me as abominably unfair--we were always in wait for Tampax. If a friend or relative went to Europe, the last thing in the world we wanted were some duty-free cigarettes: we wanted a bag full of those lightweight and indispensible dispensabilities. At times, however, supplies would fail. And then, with its unique talent for plagiarism, Pakistan produced a product of its own: it was called Yumpax. The box replicated in fine detail the Tampax container, but added the somewhat ominous line: 'Another Yum-Yum Product!" Well, Yum-Yum, you got the better of me. After a huge struggle--private, of course--with the cardboard vessel, a Yumpax could indeed sail up and moor itself in our groins. Would that not be enough? No. For the Yum had ideas of its own and would choose to spread like one of those Japanese toys that you place in water. I can distinctly recall sitting with my sisters in an evening garden, while Pip strode out to us, a triumphant article in his hand. 'It's reached its climax!' he proclaimed boisterously, while the Yum-Yum product in one of us was quietly growing, like a cauliflower or an anenome."

--from page 13, Boys Will Be Boys

Day N' Night Running Up That Hill

Day N' Night
Running Up That Hill

day to night

morning driving oil light girl with mascara eyeballing paper extracting details don't be late too late teacher crumpling paper traipsing buildings arranging paper cut outs of words socratic method evaluations girl smiles a brother in prison for life lunching feedback praise need to improve body language most other scores good or excellent read aloud girl with blindness smiles in my country disability is bad karma both parents agree almost choke on words heat driving back collapsing on mattress coming up for air walking faster up hills light dimming voices fading night runners with headlamps thinking about yoga retreats

this was a dream

I was a boy?/man?/whatever? male gender. I was drawn to see a girl. She was behind some kind of clear plastic tent, and she would talk and sing. Then I woke up and wondered if that girl was actually me, and why there had to be that kind of barrier. Strange that a happyish dream could elicit a somber, tearscoursingdowntheface sort of reaction. Why I am in that tent? And how to get out of that tent? It remains to be seen.

Something kind of weird

Been keeping my degrees in this Balance Ball box for a while now...

So many forms of creativity on the planet!

I am surely a product of my childhood and it's influences. If I used to live on an island in the Pacific Northwest and get strange impressions, such as one of two men who had to argue over a horse for not much better reason than to simply have an argument over it, then that kind of thing can branch out into things I see in the universe today. Who did I see? There's the Emerson/Thoreau thing. Those guys are dead now. I'm sure E. was excellent at performing for the masses. But what if some of the energy that made him got dispersed after he died and came back and collected in other people? Would he necessarily be famous and published? What if some of the energy that made him also created some quieter guy, who could be a little bit spiritual with a somewhat sharp sense of humor sometimes, and his nature-loving neighbor liked to take walks with him (even though she also felt he was way too much of a hallway snob sometimes), and also, for some (god knows what) reason, he decided to join the military? Possibilities, possibilities...

Cool Goddess Cards

Picture came from here. It has been a while since I looked at them.
I remember, the "Kali" card used to always kind of accidentally remind me of someone I knew in school (not a girl!)
I really should look at them more often...

welcome to heaven

Eddie Van Halen (or David Lee Roth) wishes they could all be California girls. I remember, I had a babysitter that really liked him/them.
Oh the image quality on that video is so poor!
It's amazingly hard to google a clean picture of bikini'd girls on a beach if you've ever tried it. Come to think of it, I guess I could have tried to look for a still shot from the video? Oh well. The pictures from the "How to Get a Safe Summer Tan" article are better anyway...

actually

For some reason, this keeps running through my head.
Sim Sala Bim
Now sleep!

Before bed

Trying to shut down the computer but
this does seem unfair...
Transgender beauty queen disqualified
now SLEEP...

echo...

somethimes echo is a memory maybe echo and narcissus were walking home one time and echo said to narcissus "we should never go out" "why?" "we are too good of friends" then they weren't anymore sometimes echo is a crushing memory as if wicked fairies were about... echo was obeying her mind, but echo was crushing her heart

Attitude of Gratitude

It is true that life can seem quite financially challenging at times. However, when all is said and done, I certainly am grateful to have a bed to lie upon. I am also grateful that I can avail myself of the bedclothes which also lie on the bed, if the need to lay myself upon it should ever arise.

Hopefully, the tense was being used correctly in that sentence: Lay vs. Lie

One could always wish for more in life, I suppose. But really...if I feel weary and I am at home, at least, for the time being, there is not merely a dirt floor, or hardwoods, or carpet, but an actual bed at my disposal. With bedclothes. Why complain?

Another object of my gratitude: a yoga mat. It was recently purchased with a gift card. I suppose I should make a date with it. So far, it is practically untouched.

song listened to

song which was read about in younger days but not listened to...UNTIL... Life's A Funny Proposition

new motto

everyone I ever went to kindergarten with is coma-inducing, including myself I, the most coma-inducing of all

Diamondish things

can make me think of Liquid Diamonds and can also make me think of Carbon

interesting sunday

collaborative and communicative and visual
Ludovico Sforza / Beatrice D'Este type imagery going on...kinda sorta...
curious about a book called The Circus In Winter...off the author's page, I like the line "redolent of sawdust..."

Sat evening break

So-so camera. Song that played: You've Got A Friend. (Really horrible blurry picture on video but that person's username was amusing.) Laundromats: kind of fascinating in their own way...