Lovely Rita

Near the corner of Sweet Leaf and Dreamtime.I've always wanted to toss that out as that is the truth. I live on Sweet Leaf lane, just a few doors away from Dreamtime. The builders have a tea motif thing going on, as you can tell.

This has nothing to do with Rita. I've just always wanted to work that into something I posted to my blog. It's very surreal here in Austin. The supermarket shelves are bare of certain necessities. A co-worker who has a second job at target described chaos and panic as customers grabbed batteries and bottled water.

It's the end of the world as we know it, keeps playing inside my head as does Dylan's Hurricane. This the story of the hurricane.

We should be OK here in Austin, though I feel a bit evil for not wanting to it to drift so far to the east. We need the rain. You should see my water bill. We should see some rain and high winds. I do feel rather silly because I have a case of Ozarka water in our pantry. It's like I really didn't think it was necessary, but then when everybody else was doing it, I thought: well maybe they know something I don't, and figured better safe then sorry.

Anyway it's about 9 p.m. and she's washing ashore, somewhere just over there. We have about 50 zillion people from the Houston area in town. I feel kind of bad, because we're not putting anybody up, but then, we don't know really anyone from that area, and I'm not gonna house strangers.

Anyway it's very surreal here, with all the Katrina refugees and not those trying to dodge Rita's bullet. I'll try to keep you posted, and I'll let you know if we ever needed that Ozarka water.

dark words combine

dark words collide
combine
with crimson brides
and history holds a fist hard & cold
slaps you with it in your time
will take you, render the rest blind

and history folds
on easy folklore scolds
a whipping so brutal
and nobody can tell
nobody nothing for it
after it all goes down.

speechless .... really ... I'm lost on the sadness of it all

Louisiana... words fail me.. this hits so close to home, feels so damn strong..yet it could be anywhere, happens all the time, in different places.

A whole city wiped away. Whole lives. Just swept away.

I'm noticing annoying spam. Hopefully I've taken care of it.

Much going on, life just heaves itself forward.

The Birth of Tribe and other trivia

truth be known, it was Sohum, myself and Bee, of i2iproductions, along the blazing SKYE, that first conceived of Tribe as a creative online zine for a bunch of us original doors chatters back in the last millennium. It soon took on a life of its own under the guidance, care and love, of Crystalheart and Poe Sparrow where it metamorphosed into tribal soul kitchen in its current 21st century state.

Small World Tec

Man, everyday in the midst of my life when I have those periodic flashes of remembering what I remember when I am in that state, I remember thatIT is really about LOVE. About love and friendship and I keep thinking I need to focus on the friends in my life and the people in my life.

Like Sohum, for instance. Otherwise known as the Byron. He does web hosting and has hosted my site for years. Check out site: smallworldtec.com

and there's our mutual friend, out amongst the snowcaps of Tahoe and the whirl of the gambling scene, doing his own web-hosting thang: http://www.i2iproductions.com

Two more classics ...

... still recall the deadhead days with nostalgia and longing. So many roads ... so many roads.
Music calls out to me. I listen to radio, mostly to Bob FM, a variant of Jack FM, only his catch is "He Plays Anything." I hear chords, music. I can feel it sometimes. Alas, I digress: two more stickers from my days as a deadhead vendor.

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