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Tag: mysteries of life

  • Probably one of the only parts of a dream I'll post here

    This is probably one of the only parts of a dream I’ll ever post here, and I’m only posting it because it was so stupid. I had it a couple of weeks ago when I’d caught some bug and was very nauseous for a few days but not throwing up. I wished I would throw…

  • Mid April Ghostlies

    Aaron’s spooked. Late night before last I heard 4 distinct knocks seeming to come from the middle of the room and there was no source for them that I know of (and I know this apartment well). I mentioned it and late last night Aaron insisted he saw two shadows. Aaron sometimes won’t sleep in…

  • Maybe a new little side project

    The other day this came to my mind, something which I thought could be an interesting project to pursue on a long term basis, something which would be perfect for blogging, which could be possibly entertaining while offering a tiny, unassuming window on a narrow spectrum of experience that is infrequently talked about and often…

  • Yoga enlightens me (or not) with dreams

    I was at a spaghetti western yoga retreat in a courtyard of one of those beautiful Spanish style villas. With a pre Dirty Harry Clint Eastwood. There we were, Clint Eastwood and me and a bunch of other people, in this lovely courtyard, doing sun salutations, and it was so nice, the light of the…

  • I was on my way to sleep, listening to the radiator, when…

    I was lying there late last night listening to how the radiator goes click click gumph gumph gurgle gurgle as it starts up. As far as I knew I was still awake, meditating on the click click gumph gumph gurgle gurgle, playing with it in my head, when I was suddenly, something to do with…

  • A little earlier…

    A little earlier I was reading Touching the River which is all about electrified art. H.o.p. was drawing elsewhere. Then I was done and reading something else and H.o.p. gets up from the table and starts dancing around telling me about a new character he’s just come up with. THE ELECTRIC KNIGHT! He’s all electric.…

  • Parenting a nine-year-old, after you stop wondering if you have a poltergeist, you start wondering if you’ve lost your mind

    WHERE DID IT GO? We’ve had problems with lost items in the past, in this apartment, which have nothing to do with H.o.p. I had long ago concluded there are teeny tiny blackholes abounding that science knows nothing about, which suck up random belongings and very occasionally spits them back out a few months later,…

  • Just checking

    H.o.p.: Dad, do you know what it’s like to stand in front of a gigantic spaceship?

  • Waaaaay too much

    Way too much Monkees the other day. I woke up from a dream this morning of looking at old black and white pics of them in pot cleaner ads. (I only briefly had to wonder why it was pot cleaner ads.) But while we’re on it here’s a great Mike Nesmith quote on Hendrix opening…

  • Southwest Seekers Series of Digital Paintings

    Southwest Seekers Series of Digital Paintings

    Then I Saw Her Face Digital Painting, May 2007 29 in h by about 28.5 in w Click here for all posts belonging to the “Southwest Seekers” series of digital paintings. Detail. The title is of course drawn from the song, “Now I’m a believer”, keeping with the UFO museum’s theme of “The Truth is…

  • The Odd Note

    Seriously, the odd note. I’m sitting here yesterday morning working on photos and there was a peculiar wispy beep sound from the kitchen. We should have no beep sounds coming from the kitchen, but there it was. And then tonight I wake up and come in and sit down and after about five minutes from…

  • There's Jazz On The Other Side of the Great Divide

    If I don’t write this kind of thing here, I’ll never remember it. I don’t believe H.o.p. will mind, when he’s older. * * * * * H.o.p.: Mom, I’ve gotten over my deathitis! I now think of it as crossing to the other side of the road. Me: That’s what many people call it.…