deja vu.

i am listening to coldplay this morning for the first time in a long time. the music tricks me into thinking i am on the staircase, gliding along in job (like a rock tahoe) over the hogsback, or that stretch between calf creek and escalante, or the grassy piney stretch around canaan's peak before henrieville, or the glassy heat of the cock's comb.

flight of the conchords - think about it Ep 3

think about it.

shell wildlife photographer of the year. yes!

these fotos are brilliant.this is about movement. incredible!

a nine-year-old took this foto! babies!

narwhal whales know composition better than humans do!

black grouse booty shake.

false. brown bear.
i would love to look a bear in the face.

original story at bbc.com

ziggy era bowie on flight of the conchords 1 of 3

much love and appreciation.

what a beautiful tender mercy is the international cinema!

this summer i made a silent vow to see the moving pictures that are offered in the i.c.

this was for two reasons: first, whenever i go to a theater and pay for a movie, i end up feeling shafted and hollow. paying for this feeling is not ideal. i can get that feeling elsewhere.

second, the i.c. offers high quality films. i am hardly ever disappointed. and thought provocation is off the charts, which is sometimes hard to achieve in a hollywood film.

so consider this a pre-thanksgiving "gracias."

winged migration (2003).
so beautiful! birds!
moving.
made me feel like i could fly.

spring, summer, fall, winter and spring (2004).
beautiful. karma.

sequins (2005).
quiet and angsty french cinema.
beautiful. french guy.

cave of the yellow dog (2006).
simple. beautiful. beautiful.
a favorite from here on out.

watch yo'self

i just want to make clear to the rabbits out there:

to be careful! i have had two weird experiences in the past two weeks, involving strange men with perhaps not the greatest of intentions (or clandestine lurkers as my g-ma would say).

do not go running alone in the dark. please. if i hear you are doing it, i will take you down.

also, please lock yo' doors.

and then the police beat. let's not even go there.

good day breakdown.

9 am__q&a with harry reid
11 am__forum with harry reid
1 pm__ceramics studio
3 pm__q&a with harry reid and college democrats
4 pm__ceramics studio (slab building! favorite.)
7 pm__writing thesis for research THAT I LOVE!
9 pm__posters and thoughts for burma
12 pm__beddy bye with a friendly mexican blanket of beds' past.

leaves fall.

friend of mine wrote about how the fall leaves falling in new england is heaven on earth. started to think about it, and it left me feeling like a conundrum.

i love the leaves falling and crisping into colors that they never hinted at during spring. timp was a delight yesterday, all golden and red. i will be going again.

but how could heaven be like something dying? though it is the most lovely thing?

i think heaven is more complex than i could guess. i don't think heaven is paved with gold. or my heaven isn't paved with gold. unless that gold is made out of thousands of golden gingko, maple, and sumac leaves.

i told amy that heaven was driving down the mountain from santa clara la laguna toward lake atitlan in the back of a pick up truck, with the wind lapping around, and the blue open sky and the blue water with green mountains flanking. this still holds true.

a reinterpretation

to the folks in a row in front of us: sorry for the giggles, gasps, and otherwise unruly behavior.


pardon me, but what would you do if a lip-hand man was drinking your coke? and he had a radish? is that a radish?

i wish i was one a these!

i hear this is the littlest primate in the world.


so is hillery.


just kidding hillo!


this is a phillipine tarsier!


i am in wove wif it!

the list.

i didn't make the list this year.


click here for the list.




xoxx