Saturday, December 29, 2007


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Friday, December 28, 2007

Mr. Bailey ~ peace ~ rest now

for Mr. Bailey 2003 - 2007

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To a Cat by Jorge Luis Borges

Mirrors are not more wrapt in silences
nor the arriving dawn more secretive ;
you, in the moonlight, are that panther figure
which we can only spy at from a distance.
By the mysterious functioning of some
divine decree, we seek you out in vain ;
remoter than the Ganges or the sunset,
yours is the solitude, yours is the secret.
Your back allows the tentative caress
my hand extends. And you have condescended,
since that forever, now oblivion,
to take love from a flattering human hand.
you live in other time, lord of your realm -
a world as closed and separate as dream.

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Cat by Jibanananda Das

Again and again through the day
I meet a cat.
In the tree's shade, in the sun,
in the crowding brown leaves.
After the success of a few fish bones
Or inside a skeleton of white earth
I find it, as absorbed in the purring
Of its heart as a bee.
Still it sharpens its claws on the gulmohar tree
And follows the sun all day long.

Now I see it and then it is gone,
Losing itself somewhere.
On the autumn evening I have watched it play,
Stroking the soft body of the saffron sun
With a white paw. Then it caught
The darkness in paws like small balls
And scattered it all over the earth.

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"I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through."
~ Jules Verne

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Thursday, December 20, 2007


"Oh, but man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what is heaven for."
- Browning


"Straddling the top of the world, one foot in Tibet and the other in Nepal, I cleared the ice from my oxygen mask"
- Jon Krakauer, Into Thin Air

reclamation project - gifts / lost / found

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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Saturday, December 01, 2007

“There's no such thing as soy milk. It's soy juice.”
"I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that."
"It's a shame cars don't run on cognitive dissonance."
“Still, I figure you can close your eyes and listen to your own breath, or you can close your eyes and touch yourself – either way, you're going to end up in the same blissful state.”
" When I was a kid you knew milk was good, because there was only one kind of milk, 'moo cow fuck' milk, and that was it. Now you dont know, because when you go down the grocery store, the milk aisle goes on for fuckin ever. There's 1%, 2%, low fat, skimmed, asadophalis milk ? What the fuck are ya talking about ? Lactose intolerant milk ? Kiss my dick ! If you re lactose intolerant, you cant drink milk, so whats in the fuckin carton ? "
"...and if you walk to the end of the block, there sits a Starbucks. And directly across the street -- in the exact same building as that Starbucks -- there is... another Starbucks. There is a Starbucks across the street from a Starbucks! And ladies and gentlemen, THAT is the end of the universe."

"They say that New Zealand is beautiful and I do not know, because after 22 hours on a plane, any land mass would be beautiful. We could have landed on a tiny iceberg and there could have been just two penguins blowing each other and I would have been thrilled to see them and I would have performed."
~ Lewis Black

Royal Tenenbaums Watch

the night

Max wore his
wolf suit
and made mischief

of one kind
and another
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007