Drive your cart and your plow, over the bones of the dead.

Just a little something Ive been working on. kinda crappy but fun regardless.

I gathered all my days just to hold them against you

I hear the countless voices of the human heart

Flying unseen,

From the dim past to the dim unblossomed future.

Hear, within my own breast,

The fluttering of the homeless bird, which

In company of countless others,

Through light and darkness,

From shore to shore unknown.

The void of the universe is resounding with the

music of wings:

"Not here, not here, somewhere far beyond."

Rabindranath Tagore, from Balaka: A Flight of Swans (1916)

Drinking deep from the bowl of fire

Found out yesterday about Raelynns engagement. Ray proposed on the sly on monday March 26 2007. Still have mixed feelings about the whole thing. Lots of things I cannot say. Like finish school. Get a secure career before you have kids. You know, fun stuff like that. I am however, smart enough to keep my mouth shut. I know that she is happy and in the end it is all that really matters. It is her life and she has to live it the way she sees fit. I will try to hide my dis-ease. I hope it is not apparent. I am truly happy for her and concerned at the same time. The dichotomy of being a parent I guess. I just hope she finishes school before she has a baby. I know how dificult it is otherwise...

why wasnt I more grateful when life was sweet?

This is a picture of my neice Eve. sweet hair huh? funny how its cute and acceptable for mothers to spike the hair of their babies but once a teenager does it, it is counter culture and looked down on.

The knife was cold, the blood was warm

Memories of my childhood... my father used to bring movies home from the library. Perhaps I can find the one with the skeleton riding a horse that scared the crap out of me.

Sky Piece

So much sky
in the space of the desert
my soul rises
from a mournful Earth
into a clarity
above Time

While Time is
it is best to be
in both worlds
Music
as the bridge

-Thomas Chapin

I'm a slow motion accident

who took years to write a failure.

I have been looking for this song for around three years now... I am glad I finally found it. Funny so late. It isn't meant to say or imply anything. It meant something then. I still love the song. This video is not so great.

C'mon pretty, you still got it.

"Persians celebrate the new year marking the first day of spring with some variation of day based on the vernal equinox." I looked at this a little later and tried to read it, it made no sense, read poorly and in general just... Yuck. So, lets's try again. so, here it is.
Persians celebrate the new year by marking the first day of spring. There is some variation of the day chosen for celebration, based on where the vernal equinox lands. See, this year is a good example, the first day of spring is considered to be March 21st. However, the vernal equinox landed on the 20th at something like 5:08pm. So the new years day can be either the 20th ,21st or the 22nd. the celebrations usualy last for thirteen days and involve everything from cleaning to throwing sprouts in the river or untying knots in handkerchiefs.
Anyway, I hope that adds some clarity.

The last time I saw Jesus I was drinkin’ bloody mary’s in the South in a bar room in New Orleans rinsin’ out the bad taste in my mouth…

so, I have been thinking about Norouz lately. Persians celebrate the new year marking the first day of spring with some variation of day based on the vernal equinox. It is a celebration that is varied greatly, deeply rooted in zoroastrianism and celebrated all over the middle east. I wish there was a local celebration so I could participate at least a little.
I guess what I am trying to get at is this, we always seem to focus on the fact that we are different from others instead of looking at how we are similar. These people are the same as us, celebrate the same things as us with variations based on traditions. We should learn to accept one another, learn to be intolerent of intolerance and learn to celebrate with one another.


Zardî-ye man az to, sorkhî-ye to az man

you're an eighteen wheeler, I can't handle you.

Dave, my regional manager was in town yesterday... Not a bad thing. It just makes for long days and all the usual extra clean up business. Inventory is the 31st so I need to take a day off before then. Damn, the days are just flying by. Juliette went back to mexico. Shane is talking about a trip to the Dolomites. Doug ended up with gout. Ha, I guess I shouldn't laugh because he wont avoid meat or alchohol. Poor bastard.

I guess this means spring is upon us. Every one is preparing to fling themselves headlong into it. crazy. I've been repoting plants myself. I should start thinking about tomatoes.

Dusty in london: or more trauma from our friends at debeers.

It seems funny to me that so few people remember Dusty Springfield. There seems to be so much speculation all over the net about who performed it in the commercial. Some people even think it was Streisand. Many people have performed it but the commercial is definately Dusty Springfield. The track can be found on "Dusty In London". Her voice is so beautiful it kills me.

What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?
Lyrics by: Alan Bergman
Lyrics by: Marilyn Bergman
Music by: Michel LeGrand


I want to see your face in every kind of light
In fields of dawn and forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make

What are you doing the rest of your life?
North and South and East and West of your life
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me

All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days
All begin and end with me

I want to see your face in every kind of light
In the fields of dawn and the forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make

Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
In the world of love that you keep in your eyes
I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two

Through all of my life
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall of my life
All I ever will recall of my life
Is all of my life with you

pour me in a suitcase.

Oh, my goodness, loving the corned beef, guiness, cabbage, guiness, potatoes, guiness, soda bread, guiness, aged irish cheddar, etc. Now I just get to look forward to the eating of the reubens for the next couple of days, just need to pick up some sourcraut (SP) This year I actually made two corned beefs and man were they good.

I do however, miss the days of the big fest at Toms, with Grigory the gray and the karilon folk trio. Damn that was the best vodka I've ever drank. Those were good times.

When you play my song, play it slowly, play it like, Im sad and lonely

Maybe you can solve my mystery, wrap me in your arms and whisper

you miss me

mercy mercy, Ms. Percy

I have just recieved a down payment for a piece of artwork that is yet to be determined. This will be the third I've sold in about as many months. The last two have been sketchs so its not really a big deal, but one a month isn't bad since I am not even trying. Somehow demand just appeared out of nowhere. I guess I will just ride it and see how it goes. Matts wife Tracy has hers up at Empyrion this month. I wonder if she can get me a show.


But the Devil whoops, as he whooped of old: "Its clever, but is it Art?" - Rudyard Kipling

I could slip away, wouldn't that be better?