05/19/05 07:52 - ID#24030
HAH!
HAH!
Yes, it's true. I am now pretty much a new mexican (though not at heart) and apparently someone thinks that's pretty funny (me included). I'm not quite sure though if they're laughing with me or laughing at me.
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10/31/04 10:11 - ID#24029
Hiking
By the way if anyone knows what this fungus is, which was dripping amazingly fast (I thought I was being rained on at first), please let me know
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10/31/04 09:48 - ID#24028
Happy Halloween!
Nickel city party was fun though. Here are some pics:
Here I am spreading my Phoenix wings and being touched by a ghost.
The ebeneezer ghost in effect.
no comment needed.
Guess who? ...... Saturn! Getting down. I think his orbit was a little off kilter - esp. after a few drinks.
I found Waldo!!!
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10/06/04 10:00 - ID#24027
Catch up
Somewhere in the midst of working I took a vacation to visit some relatives in Providence, RI. My familly there has a dance theater group there called Everett Dance Theater. They're amazing! I'm always amazed at how creative and exciting their performances are. They were debuting a show when I visited called Home Movies. It consisted of the personal stories of the 5 performers lives weaved together and told through video projected on several screens that could be raised or lowered, through there own tellings, and through dance interpreting these events. It reached deeply and personal enough for me to have some insights into my own life as well as those of the performers (some of whom were my cousins which was fun). If anyone is interested you can check out there website at Also, they are performing Home Movies in New York City on Oct. 14, 15, and 16. Anyone who is inclined or will be in NYC I highly recomend looking into it. You can go to to find out more about the performance and probably order tickets which may sell out early (their performances pretty much always do). Here are some shots from this performance and another.
I was pleasently pleased the other night when I slipped into my back yard and made out in the dark that a new blossom was there to behold. One of those fall bloomers and what a quirky treat it is: Monk's Hood. You can judge for yourself if the flowers really look like monk's hoods. It certainly struck me.
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Lastly, Mathew, I f-ing love the collages that you have been making. I would love to see the book once the alphabet is complete. The crane that you just posted struck my heart particularly deep. Cranes are such a lithe, magestic and to me somewhat mystical animal and you captured this beautifully. Thanks.
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09/11/04 04:23 - ID#24026
Conspiracy theories on 9/11
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08/31/04 10:15 - ID#24025
Garden
I too, have Datura.
Hibiscus.
Another attempt to upload the Nicotiana.
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08/30/04 05:59 - ID#24024
Fenster
Well, I've doned my muck boots once more to explore the rare and beautiful wet places of our country. These outings brought me to the Fall Creek Watershed which is btw. Cortland and Ithaca to help out my friend Stephen with his master's research. I'll spare you the details in prose and instead send out a few pics of my time working in the fens and hanging out in Syracuse with all my rad ex-roomies at the Bread and Roses Cooperative.
Oh, ignore the double text coming later. I was getting used to the way images are uploaded.
Here's my cool compatriot in crime, Stephen.
This is Kate, a beautiful butterfly whom I've gotten to flutter around and play with, here at Jacob's fen.
This might be a beautiful picture of the ladies tress, a native orchid that was in flower at the fen, except that my camera was running out of power and so I could'nt focus correctly. Well, I guess some things are not meant to be captured except in the mind.
There were lot's of orchids at this fen, including some real beautiful, showy ones though unfortunately they mostly were'nt in flower.
Flat topped aster.
Hmmm, nicotiana from the garden. I'd rather smell this than the kind people smoke any day. type type type type
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08/30/04 05:24 - ID#24023
The Fenster
So what heve I been up to these weeks on non-journaling?
Well, I've doned my muck boots once more to explore the rare and beautiful wet places of our country. These outings brought me to the Fall Creek Watershed which is btw. Cortland and Ithaca to help out my friend Stephen with his master's research. I'll spare you the details in prose and instead send out a few pics of my time working in the fens and hanging out in Syracuse with all my rad ex-roomies at the Bread and Roses Cooperative.
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08/09/04 12:58 - ID#24022
January not May
What a helpless feeling came when the asignment was collected the next day and I spoke out to say squeamishly "I left it at home". The reply: "Yeah, right".
So I was not to develope that gift. Oh, well. I never have been very attracted to poetry in my adulthood - always sticking with prose. Joining a poetry circle at a freinds invite a few nights past, I realized this and remembered the old story. So here is my first rebelious punch - a rewriting of a long lost childhood poem. Not very timely, I'm afraid, but then with the August that we've been having so far maybe it is in a weird way. Take that Miss George.
warms rays shine down,
snow melts away.
A bird is heard chirping,
but its January not May.
I saw a robin, some geese,
tread the sky today.
They squawked of their travels
but it's January not May.
The birds shall fly south twice this year,
seeking the warmer day.
They must have forgot,
It's January not May.
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08/07/04 11:08 - ID#24021
To take a step without feet
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet.
To regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
My soul, where does this breathing arise?
How does this beating heart exist?
"Bird of the soul, speak in your own words,
and I will understand.
The heart replied: I was in the workplace
the day this house of water and clay was fired.
I was already fleeing that created house,
even as it was being created.
When I could no longer resist, I was dragged down,
and my features were molded from a handful of earth.
-Rumi
I came across this poem in a neat little coincidence and it really spoke to me of some of the things that I have been pondering as of late. Several of the people in my life have been having heart problems lately (as in the actual physical manifestation, not just emotionally) which has led me to ponder the mystery that is bodily death. And life for that matter. The poem is from a book that I had asked my dad for some time ago and which he just found and lent to me the day after he got out of the hospital (with, it turns out, a healthy heart after all). This was the poem I flipped to when I first opened the book. I was contemplating whether to put someone else's words in one of my posts when the amazing pianist that I was listening to on the radio said something about whirling dervishes.
Well, I leave off with another quote, this from a certain recent Hollywood blockbuster: "I'll tell you a secret about the gods that they don't teach you in the temples. The gods envy us for our mortality. Everything is sweeter, more cherished, when you know that you may die at any moment."
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