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originally uploaded by washako16.

that their clothes are so beautiful and unlikely only heightens the sensation- this is a memory from decades ago.

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Zigzag Vine, against the light

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Zigzag Vine against the light

Zigzag Vine against the light,
originally uploaded by cecile.johns.

As much as I love the aesthetics of the random, it is calming and so pleasurable to see the regular repeats of Zigzag Vine Lace undulating against a white backdrop.

why don’t you come on over, stop making a fool outta me?:

there is a level of musicality that no amount of practice will get you to. everybody wants it, but only the lucky few have it. the rest of us keep on doing, cause music is good, after all. even if you aren’t a genius, there’s nothing better.

amy winehouse does have that gift, and to see her pissing it away makes me wish i could reach through the laptop monitor and wrap my fingers sround her golden, emaciated throat. i’m a singer too, so i know what she’s doing, and i know that, try as i might, i can’t quite do it. i’m good at what i do – but i’m not a genius.

i’m also old enough to be her mom, so i see that she’s fallen into that self-destructive once-in-a-lifetime lovetrap that so many of us do, and she can’t see choosing anything but the road that she’s on. but yesterday she was on a stage filled with incredible musicians who were taking a step back and listening to HER (she’s onstage with annie f’in lennox! ) and she had to diminish the whole thing (not to mention herself) just a little bit by substituting “free blakey, my fella” for ‘free nelson mandela” in one of the choruses. i’d bet you money blakey told she’d do that if she really loved him. he’s a sick little pimp, that boy.neither big, nor clever. and i believe she’s very aware of the pull she has, the one that makes me waste time writing about her when i’ve got better things to do – because, despite her addictions and her stupidity, i love the way she sounds.

Rose, Ginger, Cardamom and Goat’s Milk…..

Soap 1

I’m selling some brand new soaps. Yum.

The first soap is “Ginger Cardamom“. This soap is a delicious way to wake up, and has been a favorite among my friends. The ginger is warming, the cardamom spicy and sweet, and the hints of lemon and other fresh, greeny scents make “Ginger Cardamom” a spicy bath treat.

Rose, Milk and Oats” is set in a goat’s milk base, and is delicately scented with both organic rose essence and the finely ground petals of roses. Oats for soothing the skin and fennel-infused coconut oil make for a truly divine bathing experience.

The offering I am most pleased with right now is the companion bath salt to the Rose Milk and Oats” soap, “Heavenly.”

People’s response to “Rose, Milk and Oats Elixir” bath “salt” has been very good indeed. I put the word “salt” in quotation marks because, unlike the sea salt-based bath products that I make, this one actually contains very little salt – it is mostly a combination of pure organic rose essence, organic rose petals, oats, and powdered milk; the resulting blue-green bath water lifts the spirits of any and all bathers.

news of the world

photo: Monument, originally uploaded by kodama (home).

puppy cultivation

with so much trouble in the world, i was ready for some good news, so imagine my surprise when i read this headline:

“Afghanistan Puppy Cultivation Skyrockets”.

the article went on to say that, despite dog-fighting rings and people rounding up the last buffalo, there are still folks who believe in being kind to animals. there is a global moral majority of people who oppose oppression and love puppies and flowers and the children of the world.

people like me and you.

more art, please

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would you like to purchase some lovely photographs?

click the link – i would surely appreciate it.

and here’s my first online portfolio.

thanks for looking.

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don’t leave me high…..

jdrexler

the radio can be like some mandala, like a wheel of aural fortune that points to something bubbling under the surface of your mind. like that compass in “pirates of the caribbean” whose polar north is your innermost desire.

yesterday, i heard a song i thought i must have dreamed up, it sounded so familiar. i knew the melody, without knowing the words – i knew the idea. it was like standing in a room filled with mist, and the mist cleared, and the edges of things surfaced and thier colors kind of dawned on me, and the song was

radiohead’s “high and dry”

performed by jorge drexler

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that’s pretty clever don’t you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You’d kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror; you’re turning into something you are not.

Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry

Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They’re the ones who’ll hate you when you think you’ve got the world all sussed out
They’re the ones who’ll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.

Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry

It’s the best thing that you’ve ever had, the best thing that you’ve ever, ever
had.
It’s the best thing that you’ve ever had; the best thing you’ve had has gone away.

Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry

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muchas gracias a la mujer fabulosa, Rosi Reyes, who played this song on Ritmos De Las Americas . thanks for taking time to catch up with me while board-opping your own show at the same time. you rock, dude.


your front yard is underwater

pomegranate, lotus + plum

and then some

funny how time slips away

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