the state is concentric and the individual is eccentric: 2008

Monday, September 29, 2008

Hammymon's campaign

I stopped by the EarthDance bar to get a glass of Frey's fine Petite Sirah. There I found the Rastafarian Hamster soliciting a pig in lipstick for campaign contributions. I asked Jah Hammymon what his campaign promises to the public were and before I could finish my question he insisted that he was going to crack-down on bogarding offenses. He also expressed his eagerness to take the White House back to it's roots by growing some indica in the rose gardens.

Vote Nobody for President in 2008!
Vote yourself for Vice President!

This message brought to you by the Guns and Dope Party

Saturday, August 23, 2008

the other side of the street

For me, this picture holds a lot of metaphoric value...
On one side of the street, a live oak on an open hillside.
The other side of the street, freshly planted landscaping and new track homes.

Tao of asphalt

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Summer Solstice - 2007, after Nyk killed herself

I am ready to build
I am ready to breath
I am ready to burn
... So long as I’m alive

I can no longer see
anything of myself
Please don’t try to stop me
this time, before I regress...
Into a dream
... Is this a dream?
Surely this life line has been
going far too long
... to still be asleep

So I can still dream
and I can still breath
I can burn this place
... to the ground

And howl at the silence
of how nothing changes

... So long as I’m alive.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

abandoned in the alley

My former roommate, Patrick, and I found a pot with dead sticks poking out of a pile of trash in the alleyway. Patrick looked at the tag identifying this seemingly dead plant, and recognized it as a keeper - something worth nurturing back to health. He had an eye for ornamental plants, whereas my inclination is for an eatable garden.

Since that dreary winter day, the plant has sprung back to life. Patrick is on his way back to upstate New York to be with his family while he undergoes chemotherapy through the next year. He's the same age as me - let's say, not-yet-30. He is a solider of fire and reminds me of Shiva like that - and he is waging war with his body.

Who is handsome, who is an axe to the tree of the universe,
To the One with a terrifying face.
-Liṅga Purāṇa I.32.3-

When I met Patrick he was preparing to go back to South Dakota for his annual conservation work in starting controlled fires. There was a spark in his eye that told me he thrived on the exhilaration of it all. He loved land and nature by burning it, pushing it to it's breaking point before it turned on you. So he knows what he's about to do to his body with chemotherapy.

Every flower from this plant is the color of hope and the green of the leaves are strength and love that will see him through.
This is a picture of survival - the plant left for death in the alleyway and the man who saw hope.

Monday, June 23, 2008

southern fire

The valleys have been filled with smoke all day. Finally when the winds started to sweep some of the lingering smoke out - this fire became apparent in the South.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Peeple Powered...

Praise "Bob" for such a Glorious Weekend! It was truly filled, no, heaping full with slack - like an all you can eat buffet of slack and glory. I started on Saturday and slacked right into - what is this? Tuesday.

Did you know that you can spell "Bob" from only 2 letters of Hobart's name? It's a sign...