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12.28.11 Ugh.

12.26.11Yabba dabba do. The best days for creative possibilities now stretch out before me, January in particular. The cold will clear my head, the ghosts will leave me alone. Freedom will descend and dance to 'Auld Lang Syne' and that's it. Wide open, perfect.

Leaving Dancing Tree last night:

Geer family had a good time painting faces. And Uncle Mark is sick with pink eye. Annmarie and Buddy are sick as heck and Cosi just laughs at them.

12.25.11 Two Christmas entries this year? Too busy looking at trees there Kev- wake up! Table 12.25.11, no.237/1,000, the xmas table, has some serious strain showing.

12.25.11 Jesusmass today.

12.23.11 Bonnard!

Buddy, my Buddy, my Buddy, my Buddy. She's not in pain. Instead of wailing, hissing or moaning, she purrs contentedly and wants to lie on your shoulder all night. Nearly half her face is gone so maybe some nerves were destroyed too, explaining her odd comfort. Her nose has moved an inch to the left.

12.22.11 Table 12.22.11 tells us that the shortest day is past and a clean new year has begun. It was 60º at 1:00am last night when I stopped painting and went outside to pee.

Ove is always hot in Cali, hot all around the world too:

A leg up will gain upper hand.
To fall, we must know how to land.
We all have to try
For success, by and by.
Over-sit and we won't understand.

We've all heard the words, "happy ending."
We've doomed, more or less, all depending.
Down here it's quite hopeless.
Lord, help me! I'm ropeless,
Of Nordic descent and descending.

'Been baked, grilled, deep-fried and lamb-basted.
My enemies loved what they've tasted.
I know, by and by,
They'll eat crow, humble pie
And the MAIN course, their words. Nothing wasted.

12.21.11 X mess:

12.20.11 Rainy lake.

12.15.11 Table12.15.11Nice face Emily!

12.14.11

12.13.11 Mabye some Ove would go well now.

A man you can't miss on the street
Is a panhandler known as just "Pete."
He stands upside down
And demands with a frown,
"Hey, help a man back on his feet!"

Another that I had to revise:

A comment is just someone's word.
I'm careful with rumors I've heard.
To witness a fact
With the context intact,
I came, I saw, I concurred.

"Veni, vidi, Velcro." ("I came, I saw, I stuck around.") --Anonymous

12.12.11 OK, it's 9:22 in the morning and I'm already lost in the sad reverie that this bloody month always provokes, with a glaring internal spotlight projecting a kaleidascopic movie of my innumerable failings as a human being running full speed. Me, me, me. Jeez, I can add this to the list too under selfish self-indulgence. Impossible complications and contradictions- life in a nutshell.

Yesterday- Mary gives a first riding lesson to this little girl, sitting bravely atop Tenny, her first time on a horse. She did well.

12.11.11 Sunny and cold. Annmarie at TG.

12.8.11

Kath had her heart (and it's a big one) stopped again, and rebooted today. She's been somewhat really dead 3 times now. The world gets stranger and stranger.

12.7.11 Infamous day. I want snow but you can walk barefoot outside still. I should plant some pepper plants.

12.3.11 The great Table series continues on towards 1,000 with today's effort, no. 229, on a pleasant Saturday, sunny and chilly. Table 12.3.11:And an Ove Michaelsen limerick:

Though half of my "in" box is junk,
Some outgoing comments have stunk.
I fail to unsend
My mail to a friend.
What I type in my anger while drunk!

Same table (below) with a no. 8 filter. Those are flowers still popping in the garden although it's December 3. Filter 8:

12.2.11 This old cat is dying, really slowly. Born in a manger, in the hay of a collapsed chicken coop out back 19 years or so ago. She looks, with her one failing eye, in a serene, curious manner, straight into your eyes. I guess it's that mysterious 'merciful narcosis', easing naturally the terror of impending death, that only the dead could tell us about with any authority. Buddy:

12.1.11 It's going to be 10,000 years before the first Ubermensch unless we assemble him ourselves, which we probably will do and then quickly kill him when he laughs at our monkey antics and ideas. He may look like this (below) for cultural reasons. People still eat faces like this.

People: "Which religion is closest to the truth?"

Ubermensch: "It's a meaningless question on many levels."

People: "Is God dead?"

Ubermensch: "Another moot question."

People: "Teach us some great truths!"

Ubermensch: "Open your eyes, close your eyes, isn't it the same thing?"

The People start blinking and looking at each other. Ubermensch slowing stretches a toothy smile. "When's dinner?"

11.30.11 Nietzsche was an opium addict. This insight gives new levels of meaning to Thus Sprake Zarathustra. Zoroaster wrote 7,000 years ago and was killed by a star, I don't know if it was dancing. His point- the purpose of humankind, like that of all other creation, is to sustain free will. I guess it's like what Teddy Mann used to say, "Fuck em if they can't take a joke".

11.29.11 Nietzsche: "I say unto you: One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star."

11.26.11 What the hell are you mumbling about.

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