9.30.10 Strange fungi after big rains:
9.29.10 Silver Lace Vine:
9.25.10 We all need something, one giant collective desire screaming from the empty place and uniting all humans. It is part of the big poem we are just beginning to grasp.
9.24.10 Happy birthday Annmarie! 40 years going around the sun.
9.20.10 Clematis Maximowicziana Paniculata (sweet Autumn clematis):
Veggies fading out.
Monday, Monday. Chiggers. Step in the wrong place in the Barrens and you can be eaten to the bone by invisible armies.
9.15.10 Speechless. T- 138 will have to do.
9.11.10 Let the dead bury the dead.
9.9.10 Cool, fall-like breezes this morning- guess it's more scraping 80 year old windows and trying to get ass-in-gear for some tough PHP coding. Wanna play in the paint and mud instead (trying bulbs again despite last years disaster when they all rotted from too much snow and rainy Spring).
Buddy in the shadows.
9.7.10 Paint chips and rot.
Thinking about Wa.
9.6.10 Ove has a little site devoted to his "utterings" that is a lot of fun. Take a moment to be amused.
We live for the art, not the pay,
But not that we give it away.
Impeding our launches, we
Work so self-consciously,
Writing around a cliché.
More from O:
I somehow survived underfed.
On a stage with a singer named Fred,
The man didn't see
That his mic stand was ME
As he bellowed his tunes at my head.
It's an O.V. fest:
In spite of our strongest resistance,
The future flows on with persistence.
Delayed on the uptake,
But quick for that cupcake,
We'll gratify out of existence.
The other one that came to me around the same time was
Uphill with the wind at your face,
Don't worry, regarding the pace.
Every step is a stride.
With hope as your guide,
Keep in mind that this isn't a race.
9.3.10 Earl just spit a little on us.
9.2.10 New Toopine movie, Hot Deer, is about all the roasting fauna on Chris and Mary's ranch Dancing Trees. See it here.
Earl should cool us off tomorrow.