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yeah, something about a tree, a teacher, a Donner party non survivor, then a Cajun singer, and now.. still deciding
I am the flash of thigh, the maiden's heart, and the lust in the old man's eye, the convicted and the redeemed, an ordinary miracle.
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YURI GAGARIN'S SPACE CAPSULE
Wed, April 9, 2008 - 11:40 AM
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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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Fri, April 4, 2008 - 3:11 PM
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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
Wed, March 26, 2008 - 4:29 PM
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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
Sun, March 23, 2008 - 9:48 PM
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we are so blessed to be part of this glorious brillant matrix glory be.
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! jugglers,
! Rumi,
! Sexiest Smile !,
! stiltdancers,
! stiltdancers SF,
!! CR!T!CAL ST!LTS,
!BlackSheep, Tribal Fest, Maui Intensive,
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