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Thursday, February 26, 2009

Currently
Black Ghosts
By Black Ghosts
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infinite looping...

 

To begin anew. Again. And… again.  Infinite, looping, figure eights, going on forever, connected with no distinction. Night’s end leads to day’s begin.  Day’s end leads to night’s begin, yet differently each time—consistently with the same control and character as it embraces the outside forces. New. Different.  Beginning again. Ending again. Continuously. We begin to end, and we are ending as soon as we begin. It’s a strange adventure. “I’m going in search of the adventure of being alive.” 


 

sunset over the olympics president's day blue skies what light chairs in a tree

 i'm telling him a secret tryptich of obama lincoln modus vivendi


Sunday, January 11, 2009

Currently
Hercules and Love Affair
By Hercules and Love Affair
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the chemistry of alchemy...

Alchemy.  The art of translation. A transmutation. As a philoshopy and a practice, its aim is to achieve ultimate wisdom as well as immortality. To Coehlo, it is a quest to fulfill our destiny.  This feels like my year of alchemy.  Each day I’m inching closer to what I want. Learning as I go, not getting discouraged by obstacles—I can see more clearly, I love more freely, I laugh heartily, and have become more discerning. Woven paths are interspersed with the dichotomous nature of life, and I walk on confidently. I will stumble, I will fall, but the path will remain. I will run, and skip, and spin freely with arms outstretched, and the path will always keep me grounded.  Experience breeds wisdom, and I’m up for just about anything within my own boundaries and limitations. And, “words without experience are meaningless,” I once read.  So let’s stretch-let’s bend to what life beckons.

 

looking out the cafe press window vitrola outdoor furniture wind on water being happy


Wednesday, December 24, 2008

wandering eyes and feet...

I was walking around in my head, but not according to plan. I stepped outside myself. The world was no longer narrow, I saw the horizon expand before me in vast strokes. Endless. Possibilities. What you can do, can take you further than even the eye can see.  And my eye tends to wander—as do my feet. On the outside. Periphery. Observing. I suddenly have a heightened sense of awareness which allows me to choose my steps carefully into chaos.  I’m on the move. Haphazardly. Things are in motion, the inertia of life takes me along. It has an indescribable power over me. Life is my vice, it grips me, and I cling. It throws me, and I come back for more. It is beyond me, yet it gives me understanding, and many stories to tell. It’s all sorted.

 

j, me, polly, maret candle reflection in window as snow falls visions of snow on the needle j looks out

 

overlooking kerry park j makes angels beautiful snowfall heels nailed to pole

 

 


Sunday, December 14, 2008

pursued, pursuing, busy and tired...

huevos!! IMG_7625 shadows on the curve IMG_7475 

j is an alien leaf man puddle at street corner IMG_7440 apparently it was twin day at caffe fiore

"there are the pursued, the pursuing, ,the busy and tired." and, time does not exist, time is measured in space. much space has ocurred since the last entry, but ive been busy being pursued, and pursuing, which has left me tired, yet content and satisified.  i've been on a rollercoaster of emotions which has been equally exhilirating and terrifying. with the good comes the bad, that's the way the world works, i suppose.  i've been courting corporate starbucks in hopes of getting a job in the design department, i've had 3 meetings with them so far, with each one i inch closer to getting in the area that i want. i've been in bursting with a creativity that i have never known, creative and productive.  i think i may be onto something here. and of course there has been the ever present connections with people that make my seattle such a great place to live. inspired, i can't produce fast enough for what my mind is dreaming. 

 

 


Wednesday, November 12, 2008

rainy season...

 

And thus, the fall rainy season officially begins.   A Miles Davis record spins to accompany the mood.  Erratically sensuous. It is a focused blur of turbulent calm that beckons to be understood. In quiet stillness the resonance of the season is found. Fall drips in delight pulling us in like gravity.  Along with the rain, one of my favorite colors appears, shimmering wet streetlamp lit black, that absorbs and reflects. There is nothing like it.  Water ripples and puddles and drips and trickles and streams so naturally in spurts and periods of  hours, days, and nights.

 

inspire us pondering fall on the sound red eagle hovers coffee under the sky

 

illiad in sky fire hues at the space needle fall puddle reflection our crafty snake and bird



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