Looking down

One day, quite a few years back, I was walking down the street minding my own neurotic business, when a foreign-looking woman, in a long skirt, grabbed me by the arm . 

She pointedly pushed her face into mine, grinning, her  eyes full of light and amusement.

''Are you looking for money?'' she said. This is an inexplicable question since mine is a  low-budget, shop-at-Goodwill world. I didn't know what to say. I just stared blankly at her in reply.

"If you are not looking for money, then why are you looking at the ground?'' she asked. She grinned and pushed me away as she released my arm. I swayed around on the curb, pondering.

Perhaps to this lady's way of thinking, I should be looking ahead, looking around at this beautiful fierce world. And she was right. Looking down is great if you are in a high place, a place that offers a view. If' you're down in the nitty gritty of everyday, take in the scene. Look at the beauty and the ugliness, the rise and fall of the land, look back at the smiling or scowling faces of your fellow humans, and other breathing creatures. Be here. Look. At least that's what I got out of that encounter....

The eye picture is one of my digital things. It was a color, and slant adjustment on another eye pic I made in MS Paint years ago when I was a PC user.

Box-o-phobia

Sometimes I feel like I am caught in a box. There are certain aspects of my life that I cannot change right now and I fully accept that and embrace that fact. But something somewhere in my world needs to change to ward off the building comatose stagnation in my personal air..
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My immediate reaction has been to change things that can be changed until I feel that I am out of the box. So lately, I have been changing my blog names and url addresses in a Kaleidoscopic manner. That hasn't really been satisfactory - though I am pleased with the results. Other things may begin changing as well. Everything I am involved with is up in the air with me at the moment.

Stuff on the fridge door

Today, I thought I'd catalog the refrigerator door. There are other items up there but these are my favorites:

"Talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand."
"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!"
"Trust everyone but brand your cattle."
"There are two types of people in the world: Those who leave a mark and those who leave a stain."
"Show me a day when the world wasn't new!" - B. Hance
"You can touch the dust, but please don't write in it...."
"I don't mind sit, but you can forget roll over, fetch and beg."
The text of a poem, Reality TV
"Life isn't about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself."

Mein feline…

This is my kitty Miet who was a little blinky at the flash.

A new link on psychics

Think there is no harm in believing in unprovable claims from folks who seem innocuous but who often have hidden agendas? This site, by a software engineer named Tim Farley, really tells the sad tale. Thank you Tim. He covers many topics.  Here is one on Psychics.   http://whatstheharm.net/psychics.html

Riverwood's Last Hurrah open mic had some gems

This is John Jeffrey with his long long poem very funny, which was published in Bent Pin Quarterly

My Dad's Truck at Molten - a good time and a sketch

My Dad's Truck is a fun and eclectic band that often plays at Molten Java in Bethel. I've heard them several times now, I enjoy Susan Lang's big bright vocals and Leif Smith and Bill Wisnowski's rumbly ones. They each play a whole collection of acoustic instruments to keep the sound changing and lively. (guitars, fiddle, slide guitar, acoustic bass guitar, mandolin, banjo, harmonica, etc.) They call their style "Free-Range Acoustic"

This small mechanical pencil drawing I made in a little book while I was watching the band. I ripped it out of the book and scanned it at home, then digitally tweaked the hell out of it since the lines were so light and hard to see.