..”Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act out their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”   -T.E. Lawrence

Walking Around by Pablo Neruda

It so happens that I am tired of being human.
It so happens that I go into tailorshops and movie theaters
wilted, impervious, like a felt swan
floating over a sea of origin and ash.

The smell of barbershops makes me cry my heart out.
I just want a rest from wool stones,
From establishments and gardens,
from wares, from spectacles, from escalators.

It happens that I tire of my feet and my nails
and my hair and my shadow.
It so happens that I am tired of being human.

Even so, it would be delicious
to frighten a notary with a cut lily
or kill a nun with a blow to the ear.
It would be beautiful to go through the streets with a green knife
and yell until I froze to death.

I don’t want to go on being a root in the darkness,
wavering, stretched out, shivering from sleep,
downward, in the wet tripe of the earth,
absorbed and thinking, eating each day.

I don’t want all these misfortunes for myself,
I don’t want to go on as a root and a tomb,
alone underground, as a warehouse of corpses,
terrified, sorry for myself.

That’s why Monday stings like gasoline,
when it sees me coming with my jail face,
and howls in its path like a blown tire,
and with steps of hot blood goes into the night.

And it leads me towards certain corners, to certain humid houses,
to hospitals where the bones come out the window,
to certain cobblers’ that smell of vinegar,
to streets as frightening as cracks.

There are sulfur-colored birds and horrible entrails
hanging from the doors of houses that I hate,
there are forgotten dentures in a coffee pot,
there are mirrors
which should have cried from shame and shock,
there are umbrellas everywhere, and poison, and navels.

I stroll along with calm, with eyes, with shoes,
with fury, with forgetfulness,
I go on, passing offices and orthopedic shops,
and patios with clothes hung from a wire:
underwear, towels and shirts that cry
slow dirty tears.

This would be their album cover..

which ones the drummer?

Or maybe this one, where Sally, (clearly the bassist in the group) looks off into the distance..

Now all we need is some instruments and a good band name.

Cats+1 (with just a hint of dog tail in the foreground)

..”And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.”

. . . . . . . . . . .

-Shakespeare

A couple of months ago I ran out of toothpaste and ended up buying a tube from my local corner store. I guess I should have read the label more carefully because it was this horrible stuff by Colgate called “Kiss me mint”. Imagine chugging cherry cough syrup and chain smoking menthols..got it? Yeah, well thats what “Kiss me mint” tastes like. Truly disgusting. Well, at least it was good for something – so now, (for no real reason whatsoever) I give you, photographed goo..

I received this amazing sunflower from my ma. It was just begging to be photographed!

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…… So I’m surfing around the other day, in a particularly random mood, and for some reason I googled my dog’s name. Yes, I know this is a very lame thing to do. *blush*. But I did actually come across something interesting, or at least interesting to those who know and love my basset hound, Basil.

An animated basset hound, also named Basil, has been apparently making the rounds for years as the spokesdog and host of a satellite tv bingo game, ‘Basil Basset Bingo’.

Seriously.. I couldn’t make this stuff up.

a clip from (I believe) ‘Basil Basset Bingo’. I love the line, “I’m not a spice!”

Made by Modern Cartoons from San Fransisco, this Basil (who bares a crazy resemblance to my Basil, besides the whole both being a basset thing) is also featured in a Tele-Quebec kids show called ‘Macaroni tout garni’.

There was an article about the animated Basil in a Cathay Pacific in-flight magazine, called Discovery, a cover story actually, which hails Basil as “The new face of performance animation”. Go figure, my pup is famous and I never even knew. Hilarious.

Good for you Basil!

Mind you, at the end of the day..

theres nothing like the genuine article.

Some creations of mine from ‘05 & ‘06..

life would be sweet if we could all get this comfortable..

- Bella having a nap, August/08

I’m entering a frame
Bombarded by indecision
Where a man like me
Can easily let the day get out of control
Down this far in the quarter
I’m pushed hard upon the border
But I’d rather be caught `round now
Rather than, oh say, `round the month of June
But if I can leave a little bit of explanation
Then anywhere in the world I choose to go I’ll have it made.

..Blind Melon..