too romantic

will anyone ever write a poem celebrating the erotic sacrifice of death by peanut-flavored kisses? we may just have to, it is that tragic and that delicious (if you like PB&J). one more argument in favor of cashews:

http://www.nydailynews.com/front/story/370028p-314687c.html

one-handed typing practice

"the most highly developed parts of the human frontal cortex that deal with decisions and social interactions are right next to the parts that control taste and smell and movements of the mouth, tongue, and gut. there is a reason we kiss potential mates -- it's the most primitive way we know to check something out."

-- helen phillips, in New Scientist april 9,2005

joanni

(oh, what a lovely afternoon. the story of the oil and the brush:
http://www.barbwired.com/barbweb/programs/vaughanwilliams_lark.html)

we remember

it was that wednesday
you came home late
she was asleep

we were awake
we were waiting

there was anger in your steps
and anger in the way you
flipped the mattress across the room
the lamp hit the wall
and glass
and the phone fell on the floor
and glass

our bedroom was one thin wall away
the door was open
why we were crying
why we were afraid

oh the waves were coming in
and oh the waves were going out
knocking us off our feet
all of us, needing a lifeline

the dark night hid what you did
but in the daylight
in the daylight
and glass
and blood
and glass



(why care) http://www.ncadv.org/resources/Statistics_170.html

overnight

only wondering
late nights lying partially
awake and then

morning comes
only wondering
remains all we can do
kindness brings relief

chair yoga sequence for glen

Shoulder shrugs – double and single

Shoulder stretches across body

Sun salute arms

On toes

Flexed feet, hamstring stretch

Toes out and in

Crescent moon

Twist

Hip openers

Seated warriors

Supported backbend

Eye circles

Lion face

(on floor) savasana, yoga nidra, visualization

we are intact

even though we weren't supposed to be. small procedure, big buildup -- then, nothin.
we wait now until friday and don't have a choice, so here's hoping the doc is not jetlagged or hungover and that fridays are lucky days for wrist repair...

and the bastids will be informed that they owe us a generous supply of pain meds when it's all said and done!

who needs the warm blanket of anonymity

it's all relative, isn't it...
so expose us, let us be exposed
and hear what we have to say.
they are so different, night and day
heart and hard, smooth and rough
differences only distract
we are all the same underneath
(what? underneath what?)
skin deep is not skin deep
it's beyond, to the cellular level?
no even that too superficial
take it further, you know you can
beyond breath, beyond little death
and come back around again to this
just waiting for a kiss
connection, so silly to yearn for that small art
when we've never been apart

too long w/o a photo

one of the last days of indian summer
shot on 4th street
yes, we are rolling against traffic
and no, you can't ride in our basket

she inspires we

the spider of time is climbing
out of a broken green bottle
we watch a web form, the past
glistens in the gold light of memory
hear the hum, the threads vibrate
to the rhythm of breath

pi -- yes pi

aura-raising lyrics from the long-awaited latest kate bush album:

3.1415926535...

...897932...

...3846...

...264...

...338...

...3279

oooh but it's the way she draawwsss out that first "3" that gets us...

intelligent design "for dummies?"

hi kids, today we have a new lesson in biology. (hu)man(kind) was created in god's image. who is god? well, we're glad you asked.

ok, so this is the direction we (all of U.S.) are headed in. the problem we (most of us) are having is whether this is a bad thing or not. kansas is leading the new charge.

and before we go any further, let us admit something right now: we believe in god.

wait a minute, now, before you freak out -- try to keep your mind open for a sec. what's so bad about talking about god? in today's world, maybe a little divine intervention would help. after all, who can deny that we aren't lost as a species, that we aren't missing meaning -- and what easier, quicker, more time-honored way to add meaning than to turn to god? ok, enough devil's advocating (hehe).

the problem that we can see is the perennial one: mandating god is like mandating love. it doesn't work. you try to make people believe in god or "accept god" or whatever, and what winds up happening is that those folks become militant and turn around and try to force their version of god onto everyone else. we know where this goes, because it makes the headlines every day: war, war that continues for years, war that shapes the world in warped ways. it's not a good thing. and it's not the way She would want it.

PS we almost forgot! the best thing is that kansas' state motto is: PER ASPERA AD ASTRA. kindred souls.

nanowrimo kicking our collective ass

ok people, we pushed this little november project to at least 4 of our friends and so now we feel committed, if not to finish, to -- at least -- keep -- trying...

but it's so damn hard. may be that our story idea is a bit weak, or that we just haven't pushed far enough yet past the gatekeeper internal editor to get at the good stuff.
howwwllllllllllinggg we must continue to attempt to try to see if we can get any further.

but our hands hurt, and there's schoolwork to do, and now a freelance job, and oh what about those two boys we are trying to trying to trying to...