It’s a Man’s, Man’s World

Yup. Still true.

It’s a Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World – Orchestral Funk cover of James Brown classic featuring Morgan James.

Via Laughing Squid

 

 

 

 

Doodling away

What if doodling fulfilled a function in our lives beyond being a distraction? I’m all in favor. I used to doodle alllll the time. I haven’t really done it in years, but once this year of posting something here every day is over I may just take up a doodle a day. In fact, maybe I’ll just fold it right in alongside.

 

 

Don’t Look Back

Just some solid advice here. Definitely a contender for best theme song of all time.

the more you know…

umm… “they can’t see well on the vertical access, so if you’re going to sneak up on a goat, do it from above” CHECK (don’t get any ideas, tho)

“they faint when they’re scared” CHECK (well, I don’t really faint, but I do get a little overwhelmed)

“goats love standing on stuff” CHECK (who doesn’t like standing on stuff?! It sure beats getting snuck on up on from above!)

“they are curious eaters, who will taste pretty much anything that resembles plant matter” CHECK (did someone mention food?)

“goats actually have nearly twice the taste buds that we do but seem to have a high tolerance for bitter, sometimes toxic plants” …OK. NO. I hate bitter. Maybe I’m not a goat after all.

Via Laughing Squid

Roller Coaster

I hate roller coasters. But my cousin’s kid is in town and he loves them. Last year he dragged me to Six Flags, but this year I got lucky and he was satisfied with Universal Studio’s.  All day long I was just grateful we weren’t in Germany, where apparently people ride this damned thing. Can you imagine?!!

Ugh.

Via Homeless Monsters

 

 

Venus squaring Mars conjunct Saturn

Even the most venomous sting has its beauty. Tomorrow Venus squares Mars and Saturn and it’s a good time for finding the beauty in the sting. You may have to go off alone to do this, or maybe you’ll be in the company of someone who can help, but one way or another it’s time to look more closely at something you’ve been looking at for awhile. Use all your powers of love and see if you can surprise yourself. Tomorrow you truly may feel you’ve got nothing to lose.

Via The Laughing Squid

Salvese quien pueda

I thought about googling a translation of these lyrics but I thought better of it. Sometimes it’s nice to let the melody wash over you. This song is definitely one of those that does that, over and over. Gentle, but insistent.

 

sad or happy?

Sometimes things are so beautiful I can’t tell if they’re sad or happy. This suits me either way.

 

 

Little Clown, My Heart

Little clown, my heart,
Spangled again and lopsided,
Handstands and Peking pirouettes,
Backflips snapping open like
A carpenter’s hinged ruler,

Little gimp-footed hurray;
Paper parasol of pleasures,
Fleshy under tongue of sorrows,
Sweet potato plant of my addictions,

Acapulco cliff-diver corazón,
Fine as an obsidian dagger,
Alley-oop and here we go
Into the froth, my life,
Into the flames!

-Toni Cisneros

 

 

 

HOly SmOkes!

Barbara Kruger, The Indomitable SpiritI woke up this morning and the first thing I thought was that I’d totally forgotten to write a post yesterday. Like, TOTALLY.

I don’t think I thought about it once all day.

In fairness I spent the first half of my day getting ready to leave town to drive up to San Francisco to stay with a friend, the second half of the day driving up to San Francisco to stay with a friend, and the whole evening hanging out and eating dinner with said friend. So it’s not like I wasn’t distracted…

But still. STILL.

It seems like I should be freaking out, like I broke a Ming dynasty vase or something. I mean, traditionally when I’ve reneged on a promise to do something work related the crushing sense of defeat that descends is pretty overwhelming, but this morning, upon realizing what I’d done, in the wake of the utter surprise that I could actually just FORGET to do it, I just shrugged.

eh

like that.

I mean, really, what am I going to do? Send in military police? Ransack my psyche looking for trouble? So I missed a day. It’s not like I hit a deer and caused a five car pile up.

Missing a day no longer means that I won’t write ever again. I think when I started it had that kind of urgency to it, but now it seems like something I just, you know, do. Like brushing your teeth or taking your vitamins. You might miss a day here or there, but ultimately that’s not what’s important. What’s important is that you showed up more often than not and took care of what there was to take care of.

You know what this means, don’t you? It means that REMEDIAL MEASURES WORK, you guys!!!

For real, for sure and for certain.

Remember how I started writing every day because my Mars is sluggish and I have a hard time committing to things? No? Read this. I think maybe my Mars isn’t so sluggish anymore. I think I’ve learned to commit to something unconditionally because getting off track for a bit no longer means everything is ruined.

It just means you pick up and start over.

Which is what I was doing anyway. Every day. You just pick up and start over. Over and over and over. Rinse and repeat.

Why do you do what you do?

Because you do. That’s why.