I should be posting something. But I actually have nothing to say.
except. I'm having fun reading everyone else's journals.
carry on~
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
#521...carnivaol invite
plittle has started a new journal - and wants your submissions...run - shoo - submit!
carnivaol <-------------click there.
Friday, July 8, 2005
#518...on backpacks and bombs
An open note to the bombers in London -
That's right, leave your dirty little packages and run, run far away -
cowards.
There is no honor in what you do.
You accomplish nothing except to kill innocent people.
Except on good days, when you manage to take a few of yourselves with them.
Wednesday, July 6, 2005
#516...on firefly faeries
By day, the woods behind my house are heavy with summer leaves, tall grasses and wildflowers, birds singing and flying to and from birdfeeders, stopping occasionally for a quick fluttery bath in a sun-warmed puddle, rabbits and gophers, chipmunks and wild geese seaching for food, or materials to reinforce their nests. Seasonal sounds too, surround me of clicking cicadas and busy bees hurrying from flower to flower - their legs heavy with pollen, and constant movement - butterflies gathering nectar fluttering on the wind - leaves and branches swaying to a gentle breeze, sunflowers following the setting sun...
But with the twighlight, the noises quiet and the landscape is changed slowly, slowly, as to slip by without wanting to be noticed. The breeze dies down, the birds settle in for the night, and wild creatures take their refuge - knowing the show is about to begin.
And then as if on a whisper, comes the magic. One by one, the night sky begins to shimmer as soft glowing lights fill the trees and tall grasses, and rolling hills. It's a time where, in this mystical transformation, the smallest of the small, the seemingly insignificant and unnoticed take charge of the night and transfix the world. Transforming the landscape into a mystical realm, a surreal fantasyland of light and magic.
Sssh - the firefly fairies have begun their dance.
Sunday, July 3, 2005
#515...on smashing comets
Well, those wonderful Astronomy nerds over at NASA are at it again - this time, shooting 820 lb beer barrels at passing snowballs....
listen to the audio bits here -
http://www.usatoday.com/tech/graphics/deep_impact/flash.htm
and here -
http://www.usatoday.com/tech/graphics/deep_impact/flash.htm
ya just gotta love men who reach for the stars...
Saturday, July 2, 2005
#514...on the five most important words I heard today.
"...i believe, flora...i believe."
~ pam.
and now my day is perfect.
~atta girl, my leetle coconut...
#513...on live 8
so, my daughter called me from the Live 8 concert in Philly - where she is but a mere drop in an ocean of people attending the free Live 8 Concert to raise awareness of the poverty in Africa.
To report about:
the huge traffic fight to get downtown,
her huge blisters on her flipflop footed feet from walking blocks upon blocks (what was she thinking?..),
her aching shoulders from carrying equipment, food, (beer) except of course, the forgotten sunblock..,
her temporarily lost boyfriend because he went to look for the group of friends they were to rondevouz with...,
her not being able to see the stage, but can hear the music...and can see some of the big screens...,
her hitting the jackpot on porta-potties (25 of them in a row behind her),
and her having a good time, in spite of it all...
I told her - "that's nice."
but that I'm watching it close up and globally from the comforts of my air-conditioned home, comfy chair, real toilets, ice cubed drinks, while bare-footed and blister free....
all via satellite feeds from AOL...
and these kids think we don't have a clue...
enjoy the "live" show you young whippersnappers.....
evil smile.
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