Monday, February 28, 2005

Dream Segment.....

I am at a party, and it's time to go...i round up my friend Maxie, who is going to get a ride home with me...i check to make sure i have my car keys, we go to the parking lot...(it's like an apartment complex parking lot, but with grass) I put the key to the door of a white VW Bug's driver side, and as i turn the key, the car collapses...i realize that this is my '72 that got totalled, i laugh tell Maxie...parked next to it is my '66, so we go and get into it, i start it up, and off we go...the driving is a little bit weird, but we go on...we stop somewhere and get out, Maxie & i are walking down an alley-sized walkway, he's a bit ahead of me...i am aware of large quantities of snakes on the walkway, some are writhing about...i become fearful, one; a cobra, bites me on my face...i am really scared and concerned, on the verge of freaking out about being bitten by a poisonous snake, i have it's head in my hand, and show it to someone, voicing my worry...they tell me not to worry as it hasn't bitten me in a fatal manner...i'm still upset, and trying to tell people...i finally find Maxie, and tell him, and we leave, walking back up the walkway past these snakes, but i notice that some of them are dead...

Precipitational perambulations.....

I absolutely adore my home when it snows. Everything inside is so cozy. It's wonderful to look outside and see the snow. Eveything outside is so beautiful. It's wonderful to stand outside and look all around, see the accumulation on the ground and trees; and the happy vision of the house, smoke puffing out the chimney, cats sitting at the kitchen window wondering what i'm doing just standing there, looking around. A deeply snowy day gives a deeper meaning to all that i do. I remember one time as a teenager (the '70s) having a snowy day by myself here, and listening to Carole King's album "Rhymes & Reasons", filling me with an emotional depth that i carry to this day.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Breakfast & Lunch...

1. huge apple-fritter donut & 22 oz. Guinness
2. The Station Agent directed by Thomas McCarthy
Ratchet up my personal rating for The Hedonist's Club, baby...

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Dream segment...

I am traveling with a companion in the arid southwest...in an arroyo, he comes upon a large reptilian beast; huge, sleeping, we know it for an omniscient being...soon we are at the being's temple and taking turns at audience...i am second, so i wait my turn at the gift shop...Becky Logan is behind the counter, working there...i look around the shop, i see many things: jewelry and all that...i come across CDs, and put on some jazz...alto saxophone music to be exact, the musician's name is Max something (sort of a cross between Miles Davis and Dexter Gordon), and the music pleases the being...when it is my turn to talk with him, we discuss this music and more philosophy...then i awake

Monday, February 14, 2005

Support who?...

To those who purchase these magnetic "Support Our Troops" car stickers: did you check where this item was made when you bought it? Have you noticed that most all of them are now made in China? How does this support our troops? Who is it supporting? Do you realize that many of our military families are buying important supplies for their family members who are overseas fighting because our government isn't outfitting them properly? Washington puts up big numbers for military spending, but the money goes to the big weapons-makers, it goes to corporate.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Audio-Visual Aids...

Two must-see movies: "Real Women Have Curves" and "Rabbit-Proof Fence"....i just viewed them this week, and was quite impressed with both.
Am now reading The Lies of George W. Bush by David Corn...