YURI GAGARIN'S SPACE CAPSULE

I'm performing with Bad Unkl Sista at Yuri's night. Which is the celebration of the first cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin's re-entry from space. Held at the NASA Ames research center in MountainView. We perform on Saturday night at 11:00

It's a fusion of Art, Music, and Science.
...beam me up

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DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the
other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I
nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I
decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had
hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this
means, and how to use it to my advantage.

This morning I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must
try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced
that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with
the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so
he is safe.

For now...

Cat



(I believe this was written by Julie Christen, it was sent to me by a friend and I had to share it.)

Lightening Chasing Thunder

He packed the fool card in his knapsack of fur.
And traveled north to Arcata.
Circus clown chasing Indian squaw
Rabbit chasing raccoon

She carried medicine and secrets
But he had his own
Fresh from the meadow
Innocent as grass
Bee chasing foxglove

She wanted him like the bear cave wants the spring sun
Like the flame wants the fuel
Butterfly chasing hummingbird

At night when he grew weary
And couldn’t sleep straight
Unsettled in his bed of moss
He felt her breath in the dark
Moth chasing flame

And when the old man spoke to him
He couldn’t know,
Listening only for the rustling of her walk,
Hundreds of miles away

Tracking her across state lines
Remembering their last communion,
Ancient future, as elemental as the forest at night.
Ground squirrel chasing owl

There’s danger working blind
Leaving the body you were born into
Carried by a hunger that can ravage your heart
And grow you wiser.
Dog chasing eagle

A thousand ghosts groan inside him.
He hums along
Squirrel chasing chipmunk

And when he rests along the way
Like the cat whose eyes are barely shuttered,
Aware of the crickets at the waters edge
And the stars overhead,
The low thunder rumbles over the mountain,
Calling him on, demanding it’s lightening


And as night follows day,
And as moon waxes into full
And wanes into crescent

Hands will meet again
Their strong bodies will lay on the black earth
And the warm creatures of the wood will rest

Rabbit, raccoon, owl, eagle

Even the duck’s feathers will settle smooth across it's back
As it quietly glides across the water.

I had such a wonderful celebration on the land that I tend. My friend Arturo created this altar at the entrance of the property. I had requested friends to show up with their creative selves and share themselves with all of us and I wondered at all of our collective brillance. Singers, dancers, jugglers, musicians, magicians, fire performers, alchemists, cooks, drummers, designers, technicians, inventors, charmers and lovers, artists all... under that glorious Venusian pearly full moon

we are so blessed to be part of this glorious brillant matrix

glory be.