Thursday, November 03, 2005
soothing the savage beast...
i am giving dogcat radio a try today... maybe it will inspire them to clean up my apartment.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
so i am sitting here with кішка (benji-cat) on my lap. he is playing with the strings on my shirt which i had gotten as a christmas present a couple years back - henry dog is eating his bone. all's well.
i went to dinner tonight with ted and pat and frank and wes and another lady i did not know - ted always asks me every week to go to dinner with them - and i always have some reason not to go - but this week i didn't and so i went and it was nice. fun. - to allyn's cafe -- WOAH!! Wait -- I was going to check to see if they had a website (allyn's) - and on the NY times there was an article about an online radio station for dogs and cats...Jumpy Enough to Chew a Chair? Try DogCatRadio -- the radio station DogCatRadio.com
Well, anything I had totally pales in comparison to this.... oh dear. I'm not entirely sure about this DJ...
i went to dinner tonight with ted and pat and frank and wes and another lady i did not know - ted always asks me every week to go to dinner with them - and i always have some reason not to go - but this week i didn't and so i went and it was nice. fun. - to allyn's cafe -- WOAH!! Wait -- I was going to check to see if they had a website (allyn's) - and on the NY times there was an article about an online radio station for dogs and cats...
Well, anything I had totally pales in comparison to this.... oh dear. I'm not entirely sure about this DJ...
Sunday, October 23, 2005
bummed
Monday, October 03, 2005
Somewhere Only We Know - by Keane
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
-------- i like this one alot. i'd love to post the tune... but i can't figure that out. and i don't feel like it.
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
-------- i like this one alot. i'd love to post the tune... but i can't figure that out. and i don't feel like it.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
the catalogue has gone to the printer
the gods are happy, at least for the moment. the little peasants return to their homes, their village left unscathed by the torrent created by the angry beings. they will eat until their bellies are full and dance until they grow tired. this however, will last only a short while. more storms are on the horizon. distruction is eminent. but it is these few days that they savor and rejoice in.
Monday, July 18, 2005
it's funny how you lose sight of the earth - well, nature i guess. i was sitting outside and looked at the clouds and watched the sun light the edges. and i listened. an alarm was methodically beeping, a car alarm went off, a paper blew off the table, the birds started chirping, and the wind rustled through the leaves. you forget that kinda of shit when the phone is ringing, people are whining, keyboards are clicking. i though of walking in the Upper Basin and the wind blowing through those trees and those birds flying what seemed to be inches above me head. i thought about peaceful and lonley the land was. how beautiful it was and how, if everything came to an end, i might feel safe there. in part it was the company too, but what if the electric stopped in the city, the water stopped. people would be fucked. i would be fucked, but i think, if everything was to be flattened, that is when people would truly rise to be real humans. convienences just makes you forget how small you really are and makes you forget how truely beautiful everything is that you are not seeing becuase you are too busy.
Monday, July 11, 2005
simma dawn naw...
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way. I breathe again;
Trances of thought and mountings of the heart
Come fast upon me; it is shaken off...
Content, and not unwilling now to give
A respite to this passion, I pace on
With brisk and eager steps, and came at length
To a green shady place where down I sate
Beneath a tree, slakening my thoughts by choice,
And settling into a gentler happieness.
'Twas Autumn, and a clear placid day,
With warmth much needed, from a sun
Two hours declined towards the west, a day,
With silver clouds, and sunshine on the grass,
And, in the sheltered and the sheltering grove
A perfect stillness...
The poet, gentle creature as he is,
Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times,
His fits when he is neither sick nor well
Though no distress be near him but his own
Unmanageable thoughts; his mind, best pleas'd
While she, as duteous as the Mother Dove,
Sits brooding, lives not always to that end,
But, like the innocent Bird, hath goadings on
That drive her, as in trouble, through the groves;
With me is now such passion, to be blamed
No otherwise than as it lasts too long...
-Wordsworth, from Growth of a Poet's Mind
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way. I breathe again;
Trances of thought and mountings of the heart
Come fast upon me; it is shaken off...
Content, and not unwilling now to give
A respite to this passion, I pace on
With brisk and eager steps, and came at length
To a green shady place where down I sate
Beneath a tree, slakening my thoughts by choice,
And settling into a gentler happieness.
'Twas Autumn, and a clear placid day,
With warmth much needed, from a sun
Two hours declined towards the west, a day,
With silver clouds, and sunshine on the grass,
And, in the sheltered and the sheltering grove
A perfect stillness...
The poet, gentle creature as he is,
Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times,
His fits when he is neither sick nor well
Though no distress be near him but his own
Unmanageable thoughts; his mind, best pleas'd
While she, as duteous as the Mother Dove,
Sits brooding, lives not always to that end,
But, like the innocent Bird, hath goadings on
That drive her, as in trouble, through the groves;
With me is now such passion, to be blamed
No otherwise than as it lasts too long...
-Wordsworth, from Growth of a Poet's Mind
Monday, July 04, 2005
the 4th
Happy Fourth o' JULY!! What would a holiday be unless somebody had to work? Yes, yes. I get to log in an hour or so by being taxicab to a Canadian consultant. Pick-up at airport around 1-ish -- and drive to the stupid little town of mariemont and drop him off - and then pick him up before work tomorrow. I can never fully get away from this stupid job. I would love a whole weekend where I did not have to even think about it. But if I don't take care of things, it won't get done, and if it doesn't get done, it's my fault.
Oh but yesterday, I went canoeing on the Little Miami with Linda. Once I find my adapter - I'll put a couple pictures up. It was a lot of fun - rowed 9 miles, drank beer with a pile of people I didn't know - (but what else is new) - but it was a ton of fun - I would love to do that again with people I did know.
Well, I probably should take my weekly bath as not to totally upset the rest of the human population...
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
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