Courage My Love!!

I am of the generation that tripped out, spaced out and zoned out. We spawned Charles Manson and Richard Nixon. I have a lot of belief that this generation will do better than ours. We wrecked the environment, perhaps they will save it. We fought and protested war, perhaps they will end it. We are the ones that inhaled television like a drug (bugs bunny and the road runner are psycho violent action figures).

Is the world worse than it was? No I think not, it only seems that way because we are bombarded with a constant stream of negative noise about it in the media.

Youth rules, old folks drool. That's not smack talk, that's truth.

Tink, you little stinker! You were so bad that Santa shoved a tree up your butt...

bahahahaha welcome to mybloggers ya little fairy!

Hey what about Frank Zappa - he named his kids "Dweezel" and "Moon Unit" - what the heck, it's a free country.

Someone should have thrown the book at that jackass, never mind a shoe!

You are not sick, I personally love this fantasy. I read the book and my mind went there instantly. What would I do, where would I go, how would I look after what is important to me. Sometimes I still think about that. I live in a city in an apartment, so a whole different scenario unfolds. It is something rooted deep in our psyche, a need to survive, to solve the puzzle of survival, to take care of ourselves and what we consider ours. Some of the most entertaining movies I have seen have played on this theme. It is an interesting parallel that when we have natural or man made disasters, like Katrina or 911 everyone starts to think the same way. It is about controlling some fear, or something in our world that is out of control. Our need to "make it right, make it safe" is huge. It can be something in your world is bothering you, or like me, you have an overactive imagination.

when people pass from this world, their spirit moves on. the body is left overs. they are not there. reminds me of a poem i love....

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

hey - you're a great writer! Keep going, your blog is becoming my daily fix (my last jones was trail mix)

bahahahahaha! loved it!

here's a thought - next time you have the opportunity to buy a computer - buy an Apple. No break downs, no degrading memory, no lost files - I cannot believe I waited 20 years before buying my first one - will never ever go back to the corporate evil Microsoft world!

I take a lot of pictures and mess about with photos so the Apple is just brilliant for that. Mind you after having been "brainwashed" by microsoft - it did take a little getting used to. How you do things is slightly different.

I'm with you about the Christmas things, I am soooo relieved when they get packed away!

The first one is a fantastic photograph - from both a technical and artistic view point. The baby ain't bad either. Love that photo....

Never mind cockroaches surviving an Atomic Bomb, earwigs will outplay, outwit and outlast any Cockroach on the planet. Not just nasty, but butt freakin ugly - what are those little pincer things on their head for?? My dad told me (when i was about 7) that earwigs would crawl on your pillow when you were asleep and then into your ear and eat their way through your brain. He didn't deserve the Father of the Year award that's for sure. Scared the beejeesus out of me, until I discovered ear plugs!

Hey, here's a thought, capture one and put them in pretty boys pants...


bahahahaha

We Canadians also call it "making puppies" in polite company but I sure know what you mean. It's like mom and dad left the house and you can watch anything you want on tv, eat pizza in the living room and walk around in your gotchies (Yanks call them undies, boxers and Brits call them knickers). What a great day.

By the way, December 26th is a holiday in most of the civilized world, we call it "Boxing Day" and it is the premier shopping day for us.... have a good one.

Needs and wants - two different things Martin. The wants will always be there and we can indulge them now and then, but the needs are like the air and water of our lives - without them, life expectancy is somewhere between zero and none.

This time of year always makes me focus on "what I don't need" versus "what I do need" and I do what I call "feed the need" - I don't have any money, so my gifts are literally made with love - this year it is homemade biscotti (chocolate pecan) and bread and shortbread and brownies for my friends (and home made dog biscuits for their four legged kids!).

I have never seen "I had a lot of money and houses and stuff" inscribed on a headstone, because in the end, it really doesn't matter does it?

It sounds to me like you have a perfectly balanced and lovely life regardless of income. Best of the holidays to you and yours....

What the hell?? Why is that biological urge so overwhelming (or yeah, I just remembered - it's continuation of the species thing). No one in their right mind (or their left) wants to be a mom. Moms are about never sleeping again, about all the laws of gravity affecting your hips and boobs, it's about power puking and screaming fits in the mall and snot on mohair and finger prints on your camera lens, it's about being terrified something will happen to your child, from the sharp corner of the coffee table to the pedophile down the street, it's about being able to only select food from one food group (macaroni) and about skid marks in shorts and piles of laundry and watching your language and .... well you get the drift. Yeah sure there are redeeming moments - I can actually think of two (learning to speak in a coherent sentences and moving out of the house) but all in all it's an over rated destiny to which your biology confines you. Get a dog - it will listen better, and you don't have to send it to college.

Seriously - there are a million kids in the world that would love to be yours. Adopt. What falls out of your crotch does not a bond make.

It's like British Soul Singers (WTF???) How do they manage to make the accent disappear when they sing songs. And why do Brits lose their accents all together when they sing (or at the best, pick up the Canadian accent??) The bigger question is - why would someone from Holland WANT to sing Country'n'crap music? JK - lol. Actually a very marketable song.