Monday, March 29, 2010

Everywhere you go, there you are.


Seems like I see us everywhere these days -- metal bowls, doorknobs, faucet handles, spoons.

Everywhere I turn, there I am.

There WE are.

Together.

I think that is the meaning of love.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Lenticular Life




Lenticular, the adjective relating to lens.

Lens (optics), an optical element which converges or diverges light.

Life, the experience of being alive; the course of human events and activities.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

The Digital Fallout



You may have already noticed in the sidebar ------->------>------>
the link to The Digital Fallout blog. Well, I have to tell you it is a pretty cool adventure and if you haven't checked it out, I highly recommend you do that right now.

Go on, go. I don't mind.

The Digital Fallout is my husband Jason's blog. He has done a few guest blogs on here like Audio Art and An Experiment in Letting Go. But our styles of writing are so very different that we felt his stuff needs a home of its own hence, The Digital Fallout blog.

Jason's most recent post Pre-Strange Aire Notes is an introduction into the construction of his latest writing project, "the untoward". It's a hilarious, thought-provoking, mind-fucking glimpse into the brains of the madman himself.

This is his proclamation to you:

So this is an invitation as much as it is a warning. Look for nothing here and maybe something will appear. Anyways, all exercises to gain direction for the completion of the untoward. I welcome all feedback. Give it your best shot. I will let the comments stand as they are and will not censor or delete the ones that are not favorable to me. I want all of the comments as they are all appreciated. I will begin with Strange Aire, the Rangaire story and attempt to make each entry after this stand as a short story on its own as much as it is a piece of the whole untoward. If it makes the cut that is. Your eyes will be full of lights at the surprise in my face. I is you and you is me. Be sure there will be paintings of the fields as they are sown to accompany each entry. For sale too. Soaking up the nostalgia of an ancient evening. Lenticular logic? When your memories catch up with you, well …………. yer dead.

Head on over!