Sunday, January 31, 2010
anemone
RESIST!!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
dream
the middle pillar
Sunday, January 24, 2010
"Gentlemen...Where are our Leaders?" or "Farewell, Complacency!"
SAN FRANCISCO where are you?! Where have you gone, my denizens and hipsters and troublemakers? Where have you gone my artists and anarchists, merry makers and truth seekers? You are a city of beat poets, mad musicians, radicals and revolutionaries. Hello West Coast, YOU are the leading edge of consciousness!
Let us go out in a heated discussion rather than fade into oblivion. I would rather go out in an earnest attempt than slowly fade away dancing on the head of a pin.
How long can we remain silent? How long can we reside in a hedonistic reverie? Escapism is first rate these days. It is quite possible to go weeks without any thought to what is happening in the larger global environment and it takes a catastrophic event to pull us back. We get the general sense that it's all bad but like little lemmings we more or less turn our backs on the stark realities of our time and head for the cliffs of oblivion.
What are any of us to do?
2) Realize the fundamental resilience of the human spirit and own it. We are strong enough to face the truth and volatile enough to create a positive change.
3) Start speaking to one another honestly about current events in order to educate one another and do so with an outlook of positivity, hope and commitment that things are changing and changing quickly because we are ourselves are changing.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
PF, biotch!
orbit
Gurrrrrrl.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
don't do it again.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
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Friday, January 15, 2010
84 charing cross road
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
W.B. Yeats