Topless Wonder!

Just love the old convertible Stang; so ridiculous pseudo-racing people thru the streets of town; top speed 30 mph! What's with the human thrill of pulling a couple Gs? Suppose it goes back to my wanting to be an astronaut...

How are your streets out there? What's happening?

Afternooned at the Gelato Spot, phone out, looking like a city girl. It is too funny to get a double-take on your phone!

I am in a place of mirth and it is completely fun, like completely. As long as I continue to beat back every fear, every next moment is stronger.

For some stupid reason I seem to fear "not being on time" to [somewhere where other people think that they need me to be at a certain time]. At the same time I feel that time is not...

Dave Matthews rules, read the Before These Crowded Streets album, and then listen to it (after 6 times every song is sun-on-the-shoulders-rain-on-the-foliage-good!, and then find out what he is really saying.

Love the kids, the baby grand still rules the kitchen and sometimes the house is actually filled with piano, sweet!

OK, loud Dave off, next?

Smooch

Timmy!

Gotta love Southpark. Okay, anyone seen Pan's Labyrinth? I'm a tad nervous about it but really have no choice because it has the word "labyrinth" in it and that has recently occurred synchronously for me in several places, so a must go.

Do monks live a solitary life? Please forgive my ignorance but did/do Mother Theresa or the Pope have a mate? Gandhi? Jesus? Does it vary by religion? Seems it might be too lonely an existence, no?

One scholar recently told me that according to his Monk Manual, online dating was acceptable for monks. I had the opposite position, but yielded the fact that my manual was extremely recent. The verdict is out I believe.

People are delightful. I had dinner tonight with 3 wine-drinking strangers and a couple of coworkers; a warm, nearly sublime sunset dinner at TPC as the storm rolled through behind me, flashing through the giant glass windows and taking out the sunset, much to the enjoyment of our Kansas guests (Kansas guests Toto!)

Tomorrow, a celebration of Chinese New Year, the year of the golden boar, quite special.

Happy New Year All!

Mox

Yeah,

All that words are?
is a futile attempt at securing,
the emotional bloom of life.
The rage, the unbridled passion,
all red and intense, both feared and regretted.
In the cool morning light, dew cleanses,
Souls;
some wash down into tomorrow, Others persist
new in the day sun.

Ok, Going for More than Temporary

I was going to give up on this format, but I'm not ready yet. Sure, there is little content other than my daily ravings, but isn't that where blogs came from?

I just have no ONE topic of rant. I am kinda proud of that, it means that it is more difficult to catagorize me and piss me off in general. I see balance in the face of insanity (when looking in the mirror).

So let's play. I will pay for new interactive subjects! If you are a friend and sign up, it is a cool hard $10 cash for lunch at the place of your choice, sweet, eh? If you are an unknown, then either get to know me (and I buy the lunch) or just be so happily delighted with the witty banter that it tickles you to the point of actually opening a Google account (apparantly that is what you have to do but it costs nothing) [Google Dude/Dudess, got any advice for the potential sign ons?]

Maybe one day I may find a cause, but for now, the cause of BEING in a world so amazing in all aspects is nearly overwhelmingly beautiful. Just need to find how I fit, how to help, beyond the cube farm...

Mox

Snuggly Pets & Peeps

I has been a good Sat & Sun with the kiddos & puppy & family things.

Sometimes time is enough; and a good week, when you realize that the crab is still alive.

Baby grand sits ready and used. A free walk through my house, it is pretty.

Boo! Deb

Existance is Sometimes Enough

The fact that this blog exists makes me happy, and that is enough of a reason for its being. If it makes anyone else happy then that is a huge bonus.

I need interaction and if this venue prohibits that, then I suppose at least that I learned how to blog, blogged, and retreated form blogdom with all bloggy wisdom and experience. I see no downside.

So, hanging out in the city more again, my uncle just opened the latest G-Spot in S. Scotts this week. He always seems to be close to some Zen thing... nice.

Friday fun for all!
Deb

Daily Reason

"Tragedy is the shattering of the forms and of our attachment to the forms; comedy, the wild and careless, inexhaustable joy of life invincible." From J. Campbell's Hero with a Thousand Faces, wow. I am on page 28.

The two are part of life and inextricably woven together.

Did anyone hear about the article on light being converted to matter and then back to light? They accelerated a mile-long beam of light into a tight space) (like mm) and cooled it to millidegrees of 0 Kelvin, which slows light down to 15 mph, yeah, way slow for light. Apparantly at that point they can wrap it up in a "package" and save or move it physically. Way cool science! Heard on NPR today.

A great longtime girlfriend asked what my intentions were here, doing this blog, like what's the point? I suppose I should know, yet beyond trying something very new, I have no answer. It's fun? It's challenging.

Deb Moxie Rose

Any reason that this blog should live?