Fancy Dancy

Look at me, look at me...I'm learning HTML. I have now added some photog galleries for your viewing pleasure. Soon I will be able to make the images work over my titles. Any help along those lines would be great. I created a super cool page in Front Page but when I cut/paste the HTML, it doesn't work right.

Grind, grind...I WILL conquer this!

New Jargon...and I LIKE it!

Last night over a hot fondue pot, and with a grand friend, I was introduced to some new dating terminology...Tadpoling.

I think I may have to try this...WooHoo!

Lost Languages

What girl doesn't like a healthy bouquet? It expresses so many things...thoughtfulness, love, atonement. But, like so many things in our world today, the actual language of flowers has been lost. As recently as the Victorian era, a strict social etiquette was required when courting or when comporting oneself in all manner of society. Along with "Floriography" we seem to have lost many of the social graces. When time is money, who can waste valuable days, weeks, even months on the uncertain pursuit of a woman or friend.

Shameful really??...

Happy, Happy...Joy, Joy

One might get the impression from my blog that I'm eternally disgusted, disillusioned, and downright bitchy. It's not really the case, though. I think of this as my personal forum to black & white my random thoughts and observations. It just so happens that lately, a spate of ugliness has settled around my family and I. However. lest you despair that you will find no joy in these pages, I submit...

A warm lick, a gentle peck, reckless tug-o-war and intemittent feedings are just some of the things that keep me joyful. We each struggle to find our "bliss" (as my Uncle Christopher so aptly calls it), our passion, the one thing that can fulfill us regardless of situational circumstances. Fairly obvious I would think for anyone visiting my posts, I would surely dry up and blow away if it weren't for animals. Of all kinds.

The absolute and unconditional shudder of joy that drifts through my body when J asks for food is sublime. I sleep barricaded in by two furry hineys stretched luxuriously by my side. When it's time for me to heal, to help , or to hope, I can count on my little friends to provide comic relief, a link to my more natural prehistoric past, and just the pleasure of being in company. As I write this, I find it incredbly difficult to actually say all of the things I want to and mean to. This passion/bliss runs so deeply in me that it is inexorably bound up with my essence. No separation. That may sound a little off kilter..but is it really?

J just landed on my shoulder and is asking for food...how miraculous is that? Huge smiles all around!

Sick, It makes me feel ill

Are we still so ignorant as to think that we can continue to pollute our waterways, nay our environs et. al., and continue to reap the rewards of an healthy earth? I am sickened by our inability as big-brained mammals to control our impulses; to distance our vision; to see the consequences. I am also made ill by my individual lack of contribution. How do I make a difference? How can I use the talents I have to make a dent? Perhaps I must be satisfied with my own small world in which I try to continue to educate myself, to practice solidarity with those who hold similar beliefs and to find employment that is conservation/education minded in outlook and practice.

This immense separation between capitalism and preservation is a gulf that widens daily. The chasmic rift between humanity and barbarity growns with each child brought into this inhospitable milieu. How to find compromise? I think we are past that. We are arrogant in our insistence that we can procreate, consume and denature our world without catatrophic effects that will cull our population remorselessly.

Earth will cleanse herself.

this is SO hard...

There is something amazing on the horizon... I am trying to teach myself HTML by practicing with Front Page. With any luck, and help from the gods, I will be able to change the complete fashion of my blog to reflect the more aquatic me.

Stay Tuned, Sports Fans

Scorpio is a WATER sign...go figure!

This is what one site says:

"Scorpio:
The sign of Scorpio is represented by a scorpion, snake or eagle. The scorpion and snake denote the primitive, instinctual sex drive that can be destructive if untamed but the eagle represents its higher attributes of mature paternal protectiveness and executive ability. This sign is the emotional urge to procreate. It's more than just the sex drive. It's the emotional drive to protect and perpetuate the family. Scorpios have natural executive ability. They inspire loyalty and are loyal and true to family, friends or employers they feel are their extended family. They can also be jealous and protective. They can keep a secret if necessary. They can be emotionally impulsive and be quick to anger. If a mistake was made, they will right the wrong done to others. Scorpios tend to marry someone like a family member or with a similar background. They are willing to compromise rather than breech their ties with their family. They need to be part of the family and they are protective of the family group. There can be intense infighting within the family but they will defend the family from the outside world. They generally have high energy and can get the job done. Sexuality is high on their priority list and is right below the veneer they show to the world. Scorpio is a Water sign, ruled by the planet Mars and associated with the sex organs, urethra and anus."

Maybe J is a Scorpio too

Soireé (sp?)

A party a couple of weeks ago with highschool friends. Can you tell we graduated in the 80's ??

It's just a "Phase"

By the end of last week, I felt driven, energized, stoned almost by a desire to move forward, to shed the old, to approach the Truth (as I conceive it), to begin anew. I wondered at that impetus and although I am not a big believer in astrological stuff, I do believe that we are affected by the turns of the worlds around us, this most assuredly includes the forceful moon.

Our second full moon in July, however not in the same astrological sign, once I realized that this weekend was potent with our rotund little orbiter, it was apparent why I felt compelled (at least in part). As with all things our lives, emotions, thoughts are "phasic," and the moon may just be a representation of that or it may have definite effect. Whatever the situation though, I take into consideration that I am indeed subject to my phases - both good and bad.

I certainly hope this next one is good...

Unpleasantness-Pleasantness

Yesterday I had to follow through...and it was the epitome of the "double-edged sword." In essence, to be true to myself I had to confront the untruths of another. Normally, I would shy away from, in fact avoid altogether, a situation of this nature, and have done so repeatedly in my past much to my detriment, however, the pain and constriction I was feeling had become prohibitive. Over the course of my life, I have taken on many roles - some positive, some really quite negative. Of late, I am making an attempt to shed, one by perilous one, the negative precepts to which I cling. In most instances this is a completely personal journey and one of Everest difficulty, but yesterday was an exception. I took responsibility for the way I felt when I was treated shabbily. Maybe I should have continued in my Christian tack of turning the other cheek, but things were beginning to fester.

My initial reaction was to feel weightless, relieved, boyant (see previous post) and that should have been that. However my old knee-jerk, self-abasement tapes start playing and I abuse myself for hurting another for my own sanity.

And so we return again in this blog to the issues of honesty and integrity. And, once again I say no martyr am I, but our primary directive as sentient beings, I believe, is to cherish each and every other human. To respect him, to treat him with humanity and to be non-judgemental, and to offer our very best. This is the ideal.

So much for soap-boxing...let's move on to some comedy-jokes.......

Phew..............

Resolving festering feelings is like breathing again. Claiming oneself is euphoric. Moving forward makes me giddy.

I float...

Last Night...

I sailed terrifying seas with Nazis, sipped Pat O'Brien's Strawberry Daquiris with old chums, experienced an exhilirating ride in an anti-gravity lift, and decided to dance again.

What dreams... may come...

Realizations and Epiphanies

Today, of all Thursdays, I found insight. It was always there, lurking behind my mind's scary dark door, but there nonetheless. And, not only was there insight, it was coupled with action. I dare say that insight, epiphany, realization is satisfying in itself, but much more fulfilling when coupled with the corollary and appropriate action.
 
True to my nature and the nature I am trying to nurture, some of these "new beginnings" I will pursue like a pit-bull, others, the less important and efficacious, will wither with the season.
 
 
 

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Love, Ur Favorite Cyber Goober

P.S. Sincere apologies to "Anonymous"