Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Friday, September 22, 2017
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Friday, February 10, 2017
Morning Ghost
This morning as I was walking in to work, I heard a person behind me quicken their pace so as to step along side me. I looked to my left to a woman looking at me intensely. She was so errie, it was if she were a ghost. My heart began beating faster as she whispered sharply; EXCUUUSE MEEEE!
.......your sweater's on backwards.
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Monday, September 7, 2015
Hubris
"I like the word 'hubris'. Sounds like the name of a man who pretended to be a god and as punishment was turned into a dog. I should use it more."
--Anis Mojgani (Slam Poet)
--Anis Mojgani (Slam Poet)
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Lunch
Photo by Lady J in Lotus Pose ©2015
Curly Kale munching snail. He's getting in his protein. Yes, I've decided he is a he, and his name is Champ.
Monday, August 17, 2015
Eat!
Grapes! I'm surprised these wormy things don't make my squirm. I'm actually content to sit hexing in the corner with a bowl full of these Witches Fingers. Are these in season in October? They'd be perfect for Halloween.
All images by Lady J in Lotus Pose ©2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Friday, May 23, 2014
Arms Up
Although, a wonderful photo of Alex Ebert from Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes between seeming human goalie posts, I feel it is an image of joy. An image that exemplifies just how wonderful it is to witness and to experience arms outstretched. Upward towards the sky, is always a good direction. It's the little things that feel so big. Feeling grateful. Blessed be.
From Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes Tumblr
From Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes Tumblr
Labels:
Introspection,
Mind and Spirit,
Photography,
Random,
Social Commentary
Monday, March 24, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
someone who gets me
someone who just doesn't know that he gets me. when i grow up i want to be just like me.
ebedded capabilites are blocked for this video.
visit this link: http://vimeo.com/89659920 or go to http://henryrollins.com/video#juicing
i'd like to believe that he fully embraces a sense of play, and is not simply delirious from lack of unliquified sustenance. a lesson to us all. don't ever lose your sense of play, for if you do, God, Satan, Santa, and Al Qaeda wins. and so do girls who use the word "bestie", guys who dig girls who do, and those who insist alcohol need be photographed and put up on social media pages. God forbid. find yourself an old game of hungry hungry hippos, remember the days of "playing pretend", discover that doing a cartwheel is like riding a bike, you're never too mature to abandon capital letters, and know that skipping can still be fun at 33. and HR here shows us what is still necessary at 53. i'll check back again, when he's 70, and you are ___.
oh; and i juice.
i'll race you to the swings!
only a metallica can understand me now.
when we all break out the cry of "if it ain't broke don't fix it", the internet figures will get over it. then they can give it some feigned validity by calling it the "new normal." Trickery meets puppets. Not me. Honestly not. I just cramp with stubbornness.
if love thy neighbor is too overwhelming, then find a sliver of decency.
i feel really uncomfortable being in the presence of people who think it's funny when people fall.
the urk and disappointment of miley cyrus, caused the abandon of hope and capital letters
oh miley. i turned off the tv, but didn't think to turn off the magazines. as i turned my head too quickly to avoid self inflicted pain-- that i decided to blame the sexified teen for ---i had an inspired thought. madonna was considered--almost by law--to be an inspiration to all things pop, female,and impressionable enough to feel honored to partake in the clumsy losing of the clothes tradition. but ...madonna grew up. grew, aged, and got wise and spiritual. humility and arm muscle is the new skinny. i believe it truly. let us all roll around on the floor in something lacy and white, in symbolic prayer. maybe they'll grow out of it and find that the way to enlightenment is to make a kabuki themed music video. it's just a simple game of follow the leader. for the sake of your kids; in Britney we trust.
Labels:
Feminism,
Humor,
Mind and Spirit,
Music,
Random,
Social Commentary,
Sprituality and Faith
Saturday, March 22, 2014
F-words and f-words
Dear Sexism,
There is no insistence from feminists, that feminism be spelled with a capital F. It's your insistence that we think it's important that is sexist.
There is no insistence from feminists, that feminism be spelled with a capital F. It's your insistence that we think it's important that is sexist.
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