October 3rd, 2001



crawling around the journal presents amazing volumes of information... but it is the gems that burn wee memories that you know right away will stay with you...

Like this one, copied from sylph's post here:

We're driving back home and Justin points up at the sky and says..."Uh mom?"

"I know" I told him "that's sort of odd..."

I mean maybe I'm slightly paranoid in light of recent events and all, but jet planes don't usually pull big U'ees in the sky do they? I mean usually all jet streams are in straight lines...right?

But there it was right before us, a perfectly U-shaped ribbon in the sky...


An image forms and ... and ... and just stays there.


Time for another phase of existence...

Just when you think you have some concept of who you are and what you are about... you find all is topsy turvy (how the hell do you spell topsy turvy).

What am I?

Am I the things that I think that I am?
Am I the person other people think I am?
Will I be the person other people want me to be?
Or will I be the person that I want to be?

For every part of me that slips into place... with a gentle click that tells you it's right,
There seems to be a piece lifted away by spirit fingers.

Where do the lost pieces of me go?
Who takes them and what do they do with me?

Are there voices that belong to thoughts,
Busy cobbling together the person that they want me to be...
Working only with the pieces of me that are lost.

I am standing in a myst...
hollaring with voiceless breath...
"I am over here...
you missed some parts...
the important bits are still here...
... in the myst."

In time, the voicelessness must give way to sound.
Sound will become words.
On paper.
On pixels.
In the air.

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um... more Late Birthday Babies...

me bad... ever more.

Happy Late Birthday Michelle (willedit)

I know, I know... I suck. Better late than never though... and I do hope that you and your stories of "buglet" continue to be a part of my world for this next year...

May your year bring you all the chances you can handle to be silly... to feel worn out from good love'en... and become replenished with the shared strength of your friends.

* and *

Happy also-late Birthday invisible

got a minute? check out this users web sites... I'm not sure how much of her work is still accessible from Lj but in the almost-a-year that I have had her and her previous incarnation on my friends page I would have to say that being totally amazed at the graphic eye is an understatement.... vibrant comes to mind....

Julie? I hope you have a wonderful year. You are a remarkable woman with a fantastic eye for the creative use of art.

Happy Birthday to you(s)... Happy Birthday to you(s)... Happy Birthday dear Julie and Michelle, Happy Birthday to you(s).

{you(s)... sheesh.)