Not much to say, 'cept I've been rockin out lately...

This band totally rocks:


Then again so do these guys:


None of this may have never been if it wasn't for this band:


Or maybe these guys:


But who can forget this band?

This picture reminds me of a dream I once had...

After which we met up with this creature...


Metaphorically speaking this is relavant to some things in life no doubt...

A brief update... To those who are on my friends list and wonder who is this Frost Fiend anyway, you may remember me as Kullervo. An alias is just that, and meant to be changed right?
Life goes on rather swimmingly, especially with SG as a playground! Not a whole lot to report on other than my collection of old vinyl is steadily improving what with these recent acquisitions:

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And finding old Melvins records is rather difficult, but if you are looking to get rid of some, let me know!

the power of fantasy,

what might be ours?
no mere pleasure seeking
the realization of creation

erotic sources
not altogether spuriously defined,
in spontaneous revelry
together, to manifest divinity

she comes around again
attracting much attention to her selfs (cells),
underneath the uncommon consciense
subconcious lingering

mingling,

tingling

Although death is around every corner (especially in one of my favourite films by Bergman, the Seventh Seal was it?,)
life goes on...

And the joys of life can transcend the miseries; although at times some of these might seem trivial and empty, when one has passed in to the next life (if there actually is one,)
we find the occasion to celebrate in honour of their existence.

Which is what we found ourself doing this past weekend, gettin funky rockin the soundsystem and the dance floor yet again. Combined with being a fundraiser for a local political candidate, this was a rather succesful event, as we suppported "beatification and legalization into the wee hours"
according to one of the DJ's...

Im looking forward to festival season this summer...

My Grandma died last weekend, and I attended her services just the other day. It was sad to see her go, she was a strong woman and loved by all, with never a bad word to say to anyone. It was amazing how positive her outlook on life was; despite growing up in poverty and in conditions that would be deemed substandard in todays era of modern conveniences, she always appreciated the simple and lasting beauty of nature and family, was not bound to the empty trappings of materialism and always ready to share of herself with those she met and those she loved. She has always been an inspiration and will be forever missed and always remembered.

I was conversing with my sister and cousins about the differences between our generation and hers. It is truly remarkable to think that she grew up in a rural setting with no electricity for many years, had a water well to pump only cold water for many years, and had no indoor plumbing until she was in her thirties. And her grandchildren live in an era where everything is so technologically advanced and we have grown so accustomed to this technology that we are almost clueless what to do without it...

The rise of the machines...this brave new world...

But which of us if any is a master of the innerverse?

As we trample lives in our destructive path in our quest to
be masters of the universe...

I remember a question she posed to me once of a rather philosophical note...

After seeing the big city lights and the network of highways and "free"ways and the congestion of traffic during gridlock...

"Where are all these people going, why are they in such a rush?" a simple question no doubt, with a simple answer perhaps, but one that does not adrress the real issue

As King George has said "American's are addicted to Oil..."
or is it Carbon Monoxide?

While I was honouring my Grandmother I drifted into a rant...
I will finish with two poems that I read at her service, the first one that she wrote and the second is one that I wrote...


A Summer Morn

The breathless beauty of a summer morn
When stilness is everywhere
When the Zephyr wind is still asleep
And from the nests you hear no peep

Then I know I am in Heaven

When the daisies paint the meadows snow white
And never close their eyes, even at night
And buttercups add sunshine to the scene
Now I wonder is this only a dream?

The Sun has arrived to brighten our day
When nary a leaf is at stir, neither on lilac nor willow
Or nary a bird a flutter
And the sound from the forest is a hush

Then we know that the dawn of our day is here




The Sound of Night

I asked for a dream, a passage of time
There between dark and light
From beneath the sound of night
Lifes visions shining in bloom

Winter cold, cloud and snow,
I must hibernate
My want is to wait,
But they never come

Soft morning dawn
Was beautiful to remember
As Music promised to the sky above

We shall live through change
Like some universal language

In loving memory

-20 degrees F this morning after a blizzard dumped over 1 foot of snow... wow...