WIP

Tucson memorial service

"But what we can NOT do is use this one more occasion to turn on each other."

- President Obama

Pothead

Happy Winter Solstice!

Reservoir Romp

Ready for press

When Ayla finished writing her memoir, she produced a rough sketch of what she wanted on the cover.  (See previous post below.) Yes, she's an art director, too. I then worked-up the final version in Adobe Illustrator and now we're ready to go to press.

A Memoir

My number one dog, Ayla, has a way of getting into my silliest of ideas. (sigh.)

Doodlie Doo

Blog Post

Doodles today

Another Wednesday (Part 3)

Another Wednesday is here.

Yes, it’s trash day

pickin’ up poops.

No rain this Wednesday.

Everything is frozen

including the poops.

Firm, icy pudding-pops

are December treats

given to me

from the dogs, with love.

I am lucky, indeed.

‘Tis the season…

…to turn on every light in the house at 4 pm because the sun sets at 4:12 pm.

…to wear 3 pairs of wool socks because my feet are frozen sculptures with toe-shaped icicles on the ends.

…to go to bed at 8 pm because it feels like 11 pm because it’s been dark for four hours already.

My Ocean

I enjoy talking with my Ocean.

I say hello; tell her she’s beautiful.

She responds or doesn’t

But we coalesce.

Happy Howlin' Hound

Weeds

Last Night I Dreamt...

...I was in a room with about 8 other women. Apparently, it was some kind of intimate party where all the guests, including myself, were wearing elaborate, silky, Elizabethan-influenced dresses. They were dark and rich in color, lots of burgundies and violets. I knew only one woman there. I felt out of place, especially because of the dress. Someone put dark, thick make-up on my eyes. I looked into a mirror and saw a face that was similar to mine but not my face, with a huge "third eye". Typically, the third eye is depicted in paintings on the forehead. But this is dream-land – a third eye rests where the dream puts it.

Hopefully the dream means I am gaining some kind of insight on something; or perhaps it's telling me I have the ability to acquire a wider perspective on life. R-ight. I can be certain it doesn't mean I'm reaching enlightenment.

The dream is more likely telling me what I already know: A defective, twisted and confused brain resides in my skull. Period.

Another Free Range Studios Production

The Story of Electronics

http://storyofelectronics.org -- The Story of Electronics, released on November 9th, 2010 takes on the electronics industry’s “design for the dump” mentality and champions product take back to spur companies to make less toxic, more easily recyclable and longer lasting products.

Another Trash Day

It’s Wednesday again.

I like the cleansing feel of a Wednesday

Because it is trash day

But once again

I’m picking up dog shit

In the rain.

Lesson in Mindfulness

My beautiful, inspiring poem...

If you maintain intense focus
on the Patriots game
wide screen HD TV
be sure to glance at the side table
when returning your wine glass to its
resting position
Lest you will experience smashing
and crashing and splattering red
action happening not on the turf
in your HD screen
but upon your couch and carpet
and wood floors, too
Then you miss the game
whilst cleaning your mess
stupid, oh stupid You.

Trash Day

Nothing is more delightful
than collecting dog shit
in the rain.

Monsters

Punkin' carvin'

I was going to post a picture of my carved halloween pumpkin until I saw this guy's work. WOW. Great inspiration but I shall not attempt this at home!

Bringing back the birdies

Several years ago, I drew little birdie cartoons all the time. I came across some old sketches and they inspired me to bring back the birdies. Today's addition: "Northeast Gallery Bird."

Spanish "festivals" burn bulls alive

Please join me in signing this petition to end this barbaric, cruel and inhumane practice. It is painfully difficult for me to believe that such a violent and senseless "ritual" act can occur today. Whether perpetrated against human or non-human animals, this kind of torture is simply unacceptable and downright horrible. Animals feel pain just as we do – It is arrogant and ignorant to believe otherwise. Please help. And always keep your eyes and ears open, for this kind of brutality exists in many forms and in many places across our world. Just because you do not see it in your own backyard doesn't mean it doesn't exist!

Enemy

I have no greater enemy than myself.
When Ego is in control –
or blinded by the illusion of control
Spirit suffers in silence.
Suffocating in a black
windowless, doorless prison
Spirit patiently but painfully waits
for Ego to wake up from her nightmare.