the fingernail moon is making eyes at me through the slits of the blinds... if it weren't for the clouds and below-freezing temperature (nevermind it being 6:20am), i'd be out there taking picutres...
maybe next time. i should go back to bed and see if i can catch those sweet, sweet dreams i was having...
but, a quick question... do you ever wake up from... Read More
Dreams are only a consequence of your brain processing memories, analogous to your computer's RAM memory paging to hard disk, so even if it seems completely off the wall, it likely does have a great deal of relation to reality. Only weirder.
mmm... portishead... how i missed you, yet didn't even know it until i found your long-lost disc and pushed play...
in other news... i now have a new bedframe... and it's even got a headboard with spaces where you can... umm... tie on little ribbons (?)... or something like that... (G-rated, of course)... hehehehe.
We had a mysterious neighbor while I was growing up.
We never saw him, the mailman never delivered anything, no headlights ever turned into the driveway, lights were never on in the house. Nothing. A lawn service came once a month and took care of the grounds, and, somehow, the house always seemed to be in good upkeep.
This fact disturbed my father more than... Read More
love is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive or fear or hope beyond ourselves when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves.
--shelley
...Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from... Read More
little Tj unusual behavior factoid #273: whenever someone calls and immediately says "oh, i have the wrong number"... i immediately wonder if the person that'd called works for some law enforcement/mob/gang/paramilitary group and was merely calling to see if i were in the house so that the aforementioned organization could stage a raid... and i then run through a quick list of things that i... Read More
Whatever adds a little excitement to your life. Way to make even those humdrum wrong number calls a little more interesting!
No dough, no blow, what's a girl to do? I went to a crazy dress up party on Saturday. The Sexadelic Scorpio Space Harem party. I bellydanced for hours. Wheeeeeee!
Holy cow! I went to the most amazing party last night! It was the Sexadelic Scorpio Space Harem party or something like that, and everyone was dressed up! Woo! I love SF!!!
I shouldn't be awake right now. Got home at 5am. Coffee...
I need to find a good blues bar around here... smoky... a small stage with an old wooden chair and barely enough room for more than a haunting voice and a one-chord groove... a place where you're given whiskey regardless what you asked for...
I say this not because I have "the blues" - oh! quite the contrary! - but because sometimes, the blues are... Read More
There's a definite dearth of blues bars around here. I can't say as I've ever been to one!
My hubby's family is a big one on making a metric ton of really good food. That was a major shock to me - Dutch Babies are one of about 2 things my mom cooks more or less from scratch.
by all means, pursue photography seriously. you are so talented. (everytime i turn on my computer, i see your picture of jellyfish and think of you. do you have any pictures of squirrels?...)
(was my journal entry presumptuous? i'm sorry. forgive me?)
Wow, you're very tao today. So am I. In doing nothing, all is done. In saying nothing, all is said.
My mom used to feed me carob, saying it was healthy. Not only is it not, it tastes like wet cardboard!