Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Sunset sense of loss
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Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
New piano song
When my fingers get tired from the guitar, it's fun to play the piano : )
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Or you can go to my Box and stream or download.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
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Saturday, February 06, 2010
Valentine's Day Song
OK the words really don't mean anything. Just seemed to go with the tune. I liked how the piano bit sounded: LISTEN
Friday, February 05, 2010
Intuitions
Walking down to the river this morning, I had this feeling that everything is going to be OK. There is this little stream that runs down the hill at the steep part. I was looking at the sunlight on the water going down and I had this epiphany. It reminded me of a dream I had that was exactly the same in that visual detail. My intuition is... It has something to do with how everything is futile yet beautiful at the same time. It's all just passing away... and that's just what needs to happen. Trying to make sense of things... is just so much thrashing about. What is, is enough. Pain comes from some kind of rootedness to a notion of outcomes. Better to get your root down in some sort of work or practice that makes sense for you. Watch the birds and the water and the trees. No more big dreams. It's enough to keep the hummingbird feeder full and the kitchen counter clean.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Oregon Iron Foundry
Creepy
Hunter comes in and wants to know if he can take some kid who is lost home. I go outside, and sure enough-- there's a little boy in the middle of the lawn. He's standing barefoot in the rain, crying. We ask him where he lives, and he starts walking down Laurie Ave. We ask him questions, but all he says is "Baba is gone." We get to the end of the street where he says he lives... he opens the door and goes in, so Hunter and I follow to see if anybody is at home. Some 20 year old dude comes out of the back room. It smells like dog crap a little. There is a dog crate in the living room. I see a dachsund waddling around.
"Is this your kid?"
"My cousin's" says the young man.
"Um... well we found him wandering down the street so we brought him back."
"Oh? Ok."
It seems like we've reached the logical conclusion to whatever conversation we're going to have, so we head back out the door. As we're leaving, a guy pulls up in a SUV, so I stop to explain who we are and what we're doing. He seems pissed at the young guy, who he refers to as his nephew. He wants to know where we found him, so we go though the story again.
"Is this your kid?"
"My cousin's" says the young man.
"Um... well we found him wandering down the street so we brought him back."
"Oh? Ok."
It seems like we've reached the logical conclusion to whatever conversation we're going to have, so we head back out the door. As we're leaving, a guy pulls up in a SUV, so I stop to explain who we are and what we're doing. He seems pissed at the young guy, who he refers to as his nephew. He wants to know where we found him, so we go though the story again.
Classical Music
Next time you're near a radio, listen to some classical music. The endings are hysterically funny. All that fanfare. All that drama. I picture a guy in short pants and a ruffled shirt jumping out and saying: "Ta dah!"
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Spaces in the rain
Read an interesting description of a ghost: raindrops falling in a different way. It gives one pause.
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