so much love

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YmgeZl0Yllc

i have this friend and a few other things

her name is mandy
mmmmmmandy

she said*

i am falling in love with myself.

:)

my blog is my text to myself

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QLjZur5ccsA


*that reminds me of a song


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0m0iqYmP-oI

and for something completely different:
http://sploid.gizmodo.com/cocoa-farmers-trying-chocolate-for-the-first-time-is-a-1612726978/+caseychan

and i heard about this concept called unschooling
http://www.johnholtgws.com/frequently-asked-questions-abo/

if i could be any diva/bitch

i'd be this bitch

or this bitch

or this one

and, partnership. what does it look like? what does it feel like? which flavor do you want?

hey! make up your mind!!! stay on topic!!

wasn't raised right

yellow girls

the garden needs nourishment

today we got a website inquiry at work- someone is following one of our pages, and his profile notes he is from 'uttermost kenya'
this simple word, uttermost, says so much.

today my contemplations, apart from leaf blowers, are will, and awesomeness. uttermost will and awesomeness. and skies. and eyes. and weird, and wonderful friendships.

blessings

Day 142

truth truth truth yeah

noise report:
10am Saturday. an unhappy dog. trucks, white vans, white vans, white vans.

let's categorize!

1. there are the employers of leaf blowers types, they include republicans, people who live in pacific heights, and those who use round-up and drive hummers.  these people also use non post consumer recycled content paper products and shop online. or at safeway. they also eat their own children.

2. there are the non leaf blower types. the socialists, the conservationists, the quakers. these people shop at health food stores, corner markets, and they might eat canned food, it's a matter of class and education.

3. there are the types who talk shit about leaf blowers. self indulgent. artists. think they're above it all.

i fucking hate leaf blowers. we're going to hell.

letspainttv.com

time and prayer

21st street report:
nothing. same old. brakes/engines. humans.

this is the time, and this is the record of the time

time: last night i panicked. she might only be here for 20 more days. and then what?  i have wasted my time! you've got to do it now! NOW!

contrarily: relax. it's never enough and it will never be done. enjoy exactly where you are. appreciate.

caught in between these two perspectives, meanwhile, what is the point? love? evolution? just being? awareness of magic/divinity/the ridiculous beauty and fuck ups of it all?

so, prayer. that used to trip me up, right, 'cause i was not raised with church, and maybe there's some stickiness around words. but prayer, now, ha, means to me intention, desire, focused energy.

ritualizing the things that make up how we want to see the world around us.

everything starts in the invisible world.

that's for you, tracy.

hackers

there is the sound of (at ten pm) someone hacking outside. i find compassion is blocked. i will go hose down the sidewalk. another passerby asks 'are you okay?'

then, there is hope(.net)

sounds

1. look at me
2. coming soon! leaf blower!

nothing is lost

if there's one thing [i] could do for you...

where did you come from?

what called you here?

what do you want to get out of it?

what consumes your attention?

what do you want to create?

what can you leave behind?

what feeds your soul?

what makes you happy?

what will you remember?

when you close your eyes, what do you see?