sure enough things just got better. tonight i heard on pbs two phrases:
"post-ideologic politics" and
"post-partison politics".

way better than "post-modern shambles".

one of the few pictures you'll ever see on this site not mine. this was taken by my sister or maybe neice last week. can you believe it, they were there and now they're here - more specifically phoenix az.

myself, i'm totally surrounded by breakdowns. computers, toasters, vacuum cleaners - all systems scattering, stuttering, hiccouphing.

but it will get better. one sign is that i broke out the oils just now.

oh boy a hack job. couldn't help it. had to do it.

now i can wash the dishes.

does doing a picture a day really keep the doctor away?

saw a pbs show on van gogh last nite. IMHO it was pretty lite, filled as so many pbs shows are with dramatic recreated footage and special effects to denote fear and trembling. nonetheless interesting chronology of his life and struggle against the "attacks" of insanity he kept at bay by work, ie painting like a madman. this worked less and less as his life unfolded.

there was one stricking dramatic recreation showing him stuffing a tube of oil paint into his mouth, gobbling up what appeared to be cadium yellow.

maybe jogging is a better prophylactic against madness.

old pix with a touch of ancient magic dust.

i've been wondering what dyslexia does to those who read vertically, ie chinese and japanese folks. of course they do not read phonetically.

this question bubbled up in my mind after richard and i took camper top off truck and applied insulating tape between camper and truck.

because i did not plan it out well. in first place it was more than a 2 man job. secondly, as i was drifting off to sleep last night i realized that we should have applied it to camper by turning it upside down, not the rim of the bed (although that was how directions read).

if you can't visulize this, take my word for it. this lapse may be a case of vertical dyslexia. or plain old clumsiness.

or both.

still don't have email working.

you can't step over the same river twice as heraclitus said not long after folks realized they were saying something. you can't even drown in the same river twice. (i said that).

in fact there is no river twice.

but there is a river.

it's a jungle in there.

because of the solar flare epidemic my system or process is totally screwed up. anything electrical, well almost anything, is on the blink. good thing i don't use an electric shaver much.

so i will be using a lot of spit and duct tape to keep this site afloat until i can realign the stray quarks.

spent all day yesterday driving from postponed task to task. mostly i got everything done i set out to do, with a few surprises thrown in. swung by richard and debbies in time for spectacular summer thunderstorm with hailstones as big as garbonzo beans. a vivid reminder that i must carry camera with me at all times, it was spectacular. driving home i ran across a downed tree that blocked the road. it dragged electrical lines down with it, my common sense dictated i back up a narrow winding mountain road for some distence and turn around which i did flawlessly. i was encouraged by how well i managed, some physical dexterity remains part of my world.

before the storm - or maybe it was after - we watched the PBS news. the friday wrapup. i have to report that the presentation and logic of the news escaped me, i'm losing my fluency in mediaspeak.

did the whole world evolve a new language while i wasn't looking, or did i?

i did the big switch to charter from at&t. of course now i have to reconstruct whatever it was i was doing before i switched. in particular email is in cyberlimbo. so if you want to email me send to

wyly.chris@gmail.com

i imagine i can reconstruct address book etc but i don't have the time, or more accurately the inclination, to deal with it right now. i'm growing weary of sitting in front of monitor dealing with so many keys, codes, scripts, passwords, applications, programs, workarounds.

it's cyber-spighetti.

i guess that's why i want to hit the woods, camp out for a week, rest my head.

think about it. there have only been a few days in the last 20-30 years that i have not spent some or all of the day in front of some computer busy busy busy tap tap tapping keyboard.

at times it has been a relief. hyperfocus, the el dorado of the those of us - and there are many - living the dysfunctional attention life style.

the mind is mangled. solution: leave it behind.

mmmm... don't know if i like this one. it's not easy making a doodle a day. as bushoid says "it's hard work".

today i'm switching from AT&T to charter cable so things will be even more screwed up than usual for awhile. all i can say is "stay tuned".

meanwhile my domestic scene looks like a bomb hit it. i hope to have everything back in it's box by the end of the day.

but the weather: it's like the aville of old the last 2 or 3 days. open windows most of the day, misty, fog, afternoon thunder bumpers. what a treat.

drove to jackson county to look at used camper shell for sale and bought it. then visited john and cookie, old friends from the area who i've only seen one time since i decamped in the early 80s. it rained, temperature dropped, and it was like a dream of that time when mountain summers featured thunderstorms. i spent the night in their beautiful house. above shot taken from covered deck. how would you like to see this when you looked out at the front yard?

linville gorge last saturday. eli and granddaughter lily are scrambling down the backside looking for reishi mushrooms.

just kidding.

i guess i will drive to dillsboro today to check out used camper shell. the location is on the road i used to take to work in mid 70's, 45 minutes over pass to franklin nc.

feathered friend at liville falls. this was an epic journay, the heroic quest, and we made it there and back nicely. lily was a great help, part of the deal, member of the advanced feet on the ground. a lot of nice camping spots, we hop to meet up at one in the future, camp out, and who knows climb hawksbill, something that has become for me personally a task demanded by imagination.

where we wuz saturday.

eli and lily arrived late friday. we had a positively magic mountain evening with richard and debbie, early to bed, got up saturday and drove up to linville falls, wiseman's view etc. succesful mission, back late, up this morning for a very good breakfast at tupelo honey and strolled thu sunday morning aville. they left an hour or so ago and i hope they return.

i've been thru another excursion to hospital, this time in aville. taken by EMT who did a super job, or i guess i wouldn't be typing this. discharged the following day and i'm fine but will be finer - to mangle a phrase used by tom hardman. it's about ten friday morning and the bunker is sealed as tight as i can seal it, two ACs humming. like one of jg ballard's early novels. netscape on ancient mac no longer functions, so i am posting via firefox on laptop. way behind on life and its imperatives.

plan to meet up with eli and granddaughter lily at linville gorge today not happening, it would be pushing things a tad too far while i monitor myself and calibrate blood sugars. they may show up here tonight.

type I diabetes, AKA IDDM, is a heavy thing. i tend not to write about it here for many reasons, not the least of which is brilliantly covered in susan sontag's book illness as metaphor. but i think i may change this, because there is a lot to say about it not being said. so give me some slack, i'm not complaining, just notes from another pilgrim wondering in the woods.

my backyard buddy.
here is the latest update on the puttering agenda i have been using for awhile now. nobody said it would be easy.

all too often i begin the day with moving meditation (="puttering") and before too long lose it, my mind, body and soul all rushing in to make things right, do this, do that, ie get busy.

you've heard of circular breathing? (if not maybe you should make the aquaintence of roland kirk or n. diginous digeridoo.) anyway i fall into circular doing, kind of like a dog chasing his own tail.

or maybe it's more like the tail chasing the dog.

anyway this my mac stopped running netscape. i should explain that all of my scans, photos, and flash are done the mac. so here i am attempting to post from pc laptop which is the home of my musical efforts and movies. and not much else besides a plethora of cyberhooks reaching out to redmond WA and beyond.

worst of all i have to type words instead of throwing images at the net.

other factoids of note. while this site displays pretty correctly on mac netscape, the background color of the sidebars disappears on xp laptop running firefox. and the top graphic on left sidebar displays fine on mac but appears as broken icon on windows xp.

oh well who cares? maybe me, maybe not. depends on something beyond my mind.

besides, if you see a wabbit, you'll know i figured a workaround.

many things to do today to get ready for friday when i meet eli, macon, and granddaughter lily at linville falls and proceed up to hawks bill mnt, camp out. between the four of us we will no doubt experience many surprises.

looking glass falls? near celo, i may have the name confused.

getting ready to camp out on hawksbill mnt friday, i hope my partners in climb make it from chatham county. that would be son eli and his friend macon, son of mr. richardson who i knew in that special way we know those who have been thru the eame wars as ourselves.

one of eli's eccentricities is that he turns off the ringer on phone as well as the message machine. so coordination is dicey.

a story i have told before is when i was a kid i was watching the groucho marx quiz show, the one with the duck. name has escaped.

one of the contestants was a man who lived rough in a camp that could only be reached by crossing a branch (= stream to those of you unaquainted with mountain speech).

anyway the subject of isolation came up, and the fact that this 50's mountain man had no phone. after much oohing and awing he stated that a phone to him was nothing but a bell in his domocile that anyone in the world could ring.

there is surely an atavistic urge in us all that can relate to this.

measure a bunch and do it once. my motto when it comes to blogger templates. anyone who has fooled around with them knows what a slow pain it is, and i have put off updating this site so long because of that fact that i don't remember why i was going to do it.

but i'm doing it right now.

if i can just get it to show pictures again i'll be satisfied. briefly.

this is the king of the roost at moriah's mountain top. i forget his name.

uh-oh. woke up this morning, first gift of the day. balanced check book (!) and did the above.

i'll tone it down.

drove to etowah to a local campertop dealer, more research. then drove to cousin moriah's place, great visit, played a little music, she blew me away with song she just finished.

tomorrow among other things i'm cleaning the kitchen, mopping, and cleaning glass windows, the insides, dave t. the new ramrod is installing screens and storm windows outside.

almost finished w/ 13 minute audio piece for movie of last memorial sunday.

and maybe i'll finally print a bumper sticker:
"had enough?"

i wish i could remember one suggested by one of erin's friends, something about a ribbon and a bra.

made this picture today from funky pencil drawing in a notebook.

woof.

went downtown, or uptown, or the strip, or tunnel road, or the mall yesterday and bought a tent at dick's big box sports store. walked out with wrong tent. exchanged it today for another one. i'd never been inside before and found it worse than the big box stores i have been to: nobody to help, too much stuff to distinguish, all of it breaks before it's payed for, and worst of all there is a sports station blasting noise everywhere.

talked to cousin moriah this morning. tomorrow morning i'm driving to a truck camper shop between hville and brevard and see what's happening there. then i'll stop at moriah and charlie's mountain between hville and bat cave on the way back.

played around a little with redesign of this site w/ dreamweaver and flash. getting close.

oh yeah i got a haircut also.

and they say i am not living fully in the world of 10,000 things. hell, i just made it into 10,001 things.

i have paid my dues.

feeling pretty good this morning. i spent about an hour working this photo, which i took awhile back from my daughter nicole's back porch.

today is catch up day.

what do i catch up with?

am i chasing the wind?

or is it chasing me?

flowers. towers of hours.

got through memorial day the usual way, staying put. highlight was a graceful gathering at tom and erin's surrounded by flowers, some of whom sang to the birds.

ho-hum. looks like i'm drifting into wall paper design. going to fletcher to buy some frames, then going w/ r&d to tom's for picnic.

furry creature in my backyard yesterday.

i happened to watch charlie rose last nite on TV and am glad i did. it was a whole hour w/ al gore selling his new book the assault on reason.

gore comported himself nicely. he actually did the thing that i have been hungering for, talked like a human. no shoving sound bytes back and forth. he was in the "personal" mode that the media filters out, that is talked like a real person. i loved his demenor and appearance, all in black, heavy, cowboy boots. while rose continually brought up the subject of running in '08, gore consistantly reframed the buzz question into a much larger context: not anti-bush, not anti republican, but a question of how TV and the media and we the people are disconnected from reality. had to be to let the criminal overworld take over as they have.

the difference between the managed gore and the man gore was mind blowing. personally i do not see why he would want to run in 08. he can do more good just by using his celebrity to appear on media and promote a whole new way of communicating on tv.

among subjects he touched on was the fear that the movers and shakers are feeling. republicans are scared, democrats are scared. of what? being steamrolled by the criminal mob that has moved in to steal everything in sight. hoover's famous black book probably pales in comparison w/ the dossiers the junta has on our govt. employees. blackmail?

the entire hour is viewable. google "gore rose" and look for video.

today's sight - above - is almost gouch. ugly. but, as they say
"there it is."

hmmm... something not quite right about this picture. no time to fix.

BAU - bizzness as usual

a piece of my head this morning. i am beginning to rethink posistion on politics. since the last prezidential election i have pretty much dropped out of any political shennanaigans because i think the action is beyond that domain, located more in the collective stylistics of the brand name culture growing like topsy around us, and more importantly into us. we are in a similar position as say the indiginous americans were when europeans arrived. that is, without being aware of it our native language is being replaced by a foreign tongue, that of the market, profit, logos, power point, meetings where nothing can be said. so that is the arena where i have chosen my battle.

responsibility= the ability to respond.

today's missive from the other world.

as always these days

more later

unfortunately i have found that a picture a day does not keep the doctor away. but it does keep some part of my mind/body/spirit busy. which may not be a good thing always. doing nothing may be the prime directive in which case i missed the boat again.

saw a video thingy at the genz's sat. nite, along with a fine dinner. bautiful work, i'll relay the sculpter's name when i remember it.

if this site goes wacky for awhile it is because i am redoing format which is usually a little iffy with blogger templates. but it is definitely time for redo so i'll start today.

busy week ahead, doctors, shopping for camper top and tent, along w/ straightening out auto insurence, screens on windows, printing a whole bunch of color pictures that you may have seen here but that have never been printed. adding to portfolio of foolishness, but what can a poor boy do?

this morning's ideogram. layed low all day, did get a grocery run in. for reasons unknown i tackled vegas 7, getting serious about learning and using it to communicate whatever it is that wants out of my head. i'm still catching up from the loss of time a few days in the hospital can cause, but spent the afternoon dozing in bed anyway.

foto below is my son eli's translucent electrical pointer atatop roof. above is foto of friend jeff taken in spooky craggy gardens on parkway about a week ago.

jeff was dropped off in aville by daughter olivia and friend who were driving to CD area for new jobs, new life.

spent a few days in aville visiting friends and places and took off friday morning for reunion of a few old friends in chapel hill area where we had mispent youth. at predesignated meeting area we met w/ doug, ralph, mike, miriam, sue, john, bev and billy arthur. there was much confusionabout others who may have been wondering around lost. visited my son eli and melissa, and their beautiful children lily and natalie. then on to daughter nicole's house to visit and spend the night with her and grandson corbin.

sat. we met up w/ same folks in wilson park. others not in sight. big rain storm ended this. my idea was to kidnap jeff and show up unannounced at lynn's who was ensconced in her new ranch. bu alas this did not occur.

so j and i went to weaver st. about 3 and were lucky enough to run into larry and elva. while we were talking i did blood sugar test and was astounded to read "498". did correction bolus and carried on. but an hour later BG still read 498. so injected correction bolus.

drove back to nicole's and from here things get a little murky. even tho i was testing, trouble shooting etc when i awoke the next morning i must have been well into DKA. i was projectile vomiting and goofy. the house was filling up w/ nicole's friends and i finally hit the floor passed out. they called 911, a very good idea, and i was ambulanced to ICU at what i used to call bowman gray hospital. the ICU folks slowly lowered my BG by a lot of saline solution added to the mix. the fact i was on a pump seemed to throw them, and there were times when 6 or 7 doctors - resdent interns? -would be discussing my case a few feet away, i could hear misinformation being passed around like in that game one plays where a "secret" is passed around a circle of people to see what it has become after the passing around, morphed by multiple subjective worlds.

i was still not fully present but did manage i think by acting the fool to point out to docs that i was the guy who could put them into the picture. they just could not bring themselves to talk to a live patient. anyway by taking me off the pump and switching to lanus insulin they brought me down and after a day in ICU i was switched into the general population. my daughter in law melissa works in a research facility in a nearby building and visited, as well as jeff and nicole, bu i had no telephone, email or wireless to connect with friends i had looked foward to seeing.

the hospital, BTW, had changed into a blade-runner like complex full of organizational zig zags where one never feels certain of what is happening to them.

so i spent a day or so in a room with a nice man who had just been diagnosed with liver cancer. the next morning i was clear enough to realize, as preposterous as it sounds, that the only way i could straighten out pump, insolin etc was to get out of there. when the doctor's made thier rounds the next morning i surprised them by jumping out of bed fully dressed including shoes and telling them i was out of there. i compromised and let them do the paper work for release and nicole drove me back to her house. she had taken jeff to raleigh hotel the night before and he flew back to NM.

i spent the next day wondering what had happened with the rest of the "reunion", couldn't remember a few passwords which kept me from email and updating thuis blog. quickly established that pump was working fine, changed out all parts as well as insulin and everything was hunky dory. spent time with son eli who was visited by his friend macon who is the son of one of the missing old farts who lived and rambled in the area a generation before. he had just used acid the first time to turn out an MP3, so when i got back to nicole's ended up staying up until 1:30 working with the same software to begin a little muzak piece.

next day i regrouped, had a pleasant, very pleasant time with eli and his daughter natalie, then drove to doug and marsha's for a relaxed dinner and conversation, drove back to nicole's where everyone was asleep and worked on muzak piece.

next morning was friday and i packed and hit the road after stopping for awhile at eli and melissa's. beautiful day to drive, listened to jerry lee and decided to learn keyboards for "when your blonde hair turns to gray". got back around 7, noticed 3 or 4 trees had been planted in front which was the best thing that has happened to the "bunker" - my domicile - since i have lived here.

so that's the story people. next step is to straighten out all the mess that a day or two missed will cause a denizen our times. get a camper top and a tent. i plan to spend a lot of this summer casmping out in the woods highr up the mountain. you know, higher ground.

back in avillebeautiful weather in chapel hill. unfortunately i ended up in gigantic medical complex for 2 or 3 days with diabetic DKA. so i have no idea of what happened to the whirlwind reunion of old cognitively impaired folks, or of the mysterious abcense of miss nancy and tucker.

since i have so many deadlines and dead lines, my relunctance to tangle with the real world so-called clicked into play and i made this thing over the last few days in between phone calls, moppoing floors, grocery shopping and so forth. note: in my right mind (or yours) i would have included volume dial and music off button.

i'm getting interested in flash again.

[ok i finally removed it, see above]

did this a few minutes ago from the 649th photo i have taken with sony dsc-v3. for the usual reason, it has to serve as a syntactical representation of what i am saying, or maybe it's the compliment.

and what was i saying?

matthew fox:

"Meister Eckhart says, "A person works in a stable. That person has a breakthrough. What does she do? She returns to the stable." Returning to our work world with a new worldview is renewing. We are called to infiltrate our work worlds today.
from the reinvention of work

it's five in the evening and i just got around to creating today's crytogram. so what good does it do me? any portents or rainbows have already breezed away.

well the good was the doing, not the done. and doing in the way i like to think about it, is accepting the is of things. any signs are a creation of the imagination and that makes them "real", just as the imagination makes the manifest world "real".

so:
what?

this morning's cryptogram. light in the window. an appropriate sign.

saw a few folks last nite at DLL.

pleasant evening, swaths of rain came and went.
gangs of moisture heaven-sent.

i learned that baloons, nothing but skins full of air, are full of surprises.
and twilight implies a few sunrises.

varnish on acrylic can take a long time to dry.
"i fell in a trap", the consensual cry.

grayhound busses need thier sleep
a birthday or two is something to keep.

foto taken from back seat of spiffy motorcycle on the parkway. richard was in driver's seat. we went up to craggy gardens and then back a back way. had serpintine belt replaced on truck. when we got back the new owners of apt. were gathered on what i still think of as caroline's front porch. still unsure of what future holds for this deal, but if they raise my rent i'm in for a big change.

today's agenda includes buying a camper cover. it is quite possible i'll be on the road a week from today.

wordjive: the dems as usual seem to be stumbling around the world of instant memes. the clarifying sound byte could be "we put dates for troop withdrawel in bill knowing it would be vetoed in order to force bush to talk with us, since there has been no dialogue with the man or his henchmen".

well maybe not use the word "henchmen".

i made the cut for "day in the life of asheville photo project. i understand these are on exhibit at library downtown. go here to see the whole shebang:
CITIZEN-TIMES.com: Photo Gallery: A Day in the Life of Asheville

or here to see my modest contribution:
CITIZEN-TIMES.com: Photo Gallery: A Day in the Life of Asheville

poster for upcoming 40th anneversary of Chapel Hill Darshan and Re-reunion of harry's crowd.

for details:
Harry's, Chapel Hill, 60's
yahoo group: harry's40th

poster is by mark riney who told me he had fun "learning photoshop" to produce it.(!) click for full size image.

picture of myself and jeff d. and some aville icon. taken during ray's visit. i wish i could relate some of the conversation we had, but it was not in a mode like powerpoint that lends itself to replication thank god. in many ways a throwback to what "rap" used to mean, no holds barred, collective improvisation, fun. it is a way of knowing and being known that is a healthy departure from the logoized brand name mode that has us surrounded today.

ray kass, old friend strolling thru aville yesterday. more later.

watercolor. i started it yesterday morning and finished it this morning. it was offhand and easy.

think i'll do another one.

beautiful weather yesterday but inner weather was dark for most of the day, metabolic excursion, couldn't get in in gear until late afternoon. hooked up with doug, ray, and jeff for pleasant evening of conversation not unlike those of ancient past. a reminder that we are here for some mysterious reason and the job is to become ourselves and maybe we are doing just that. when i got home a message from miss nancy who must be on the road or in greensboro.

like i have said from time to time, being chris is a hard job but someone has to do it. i'm it. more later, i have to listen to the birds right now.

natalie, my youngest grandchild, taken last week. she's magic.

big day today, doug is around, down from his yancey county hideaway, and ray kass, an old friend from collage zoo will be at the asheville art museum tonight delivering a talk on john cage and his watercolors.

i got up real early, been to the grocery store and back. putting finishing touchs on CD. more than that actually, i've decided to incorporate a little vocal surprise into each track. how long will it take? beats me. either minutes, days, or weeks.

finished an oil last night. a learning excercise it was, not very successful but it was fun. and frustrating.

woke up this morning. so far so good. took blood glucose reading, adjusted, had a pizza slice for breakfast, ingested daily medication, lay down and woke up this morning - again - at 11:30.

it is a question of delayed bounce back. rest & recovery in slow motion. and everything else goes so fast.

picture above is early evening in chatham county. taken from eli and melissa'a yard.

i did a lot of driving - and riding - during this trip. the monkey mind provided a running commentary on the 2 lane back roads i covered, flashes of flashes, deju vue's, ancient events. all imaginary of course because the narritive of my younger years is hopelessly muddled, pieces of a past that exists only in the memory of some cosmic beast wondering in a trackless forest.

pretty sure it's a forest altho i am guessing. either that or a desert.

this is a picture that did not make it into "day in the life of asheville" project. i wish it had but i totally screwed up the procedures for submitting and misunderstood the rules.

tuesday afternoon in aville. so i must be back. exhausting trip. son eli and family seem well and youngest grandchild natalie is a sweetie, really beautiful. daughter nicole has moved into what seems to be one of those developments that emulate the old idea of "town", a commons (?), walking etc. grandson corbin hit a home run. helped eli and his friend macon - who turns out to be the son of one macon richardson, now retired in india. visited doug and marsha for a lovely break, spent the night in butner nc with friend ninian and we drove to warren county to visit with d and ludie. wait a minute. what about visit with jim? it's all kind of blurry.

i'm outa here. back next week.

did this just for the hell of it this morning. got out early and dropped off goodwill stuff, then a big load of books for UU book sale.

the background hum of the noise machine led me into some questions the last couple of weeks. has to do with a suspicion that the evolutionary leads to an interest in the beginning and end. of everything.

how did the universe start? big bang.

is there an end? big bang.

or, like the description i saw last nite on tv repeating a classic maxim, "the universe has no center and no boundrys". extend this to the 4th dimension and you get time has no beginning and no end.

turtles all the way up and all the way down.

i had too much to dream last nite.

do you remembver the song? electric prunes i think.

i have no idea of who owns my domicile. or who i pay rent to. or why.

all will become clear in time, as my mind simultaneously fogs up.

today i get ready to leave in the morning. for 5 days or so.

the net is morphing so fast that my guiness book of hurled records stunt, to see how long i can resevere with old hardware, ancient os, and odd apps may be coming to an end.

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it was a dark and stormy night... last night. tree fell on apt., i didn't hear it. spent some of the day reviwing rulues for "day in the life of asheville" photo essay. i simply got qrapped up in other things and had forgotten about it. so my photos may not meet entry requirements.

but they went anyway. away.

offline most all of yesterday. server problem, dns lag, etc. got a little done, but i forget what they were, only that i had a lot of household tasks long delayed. at ms nancy's urging started a yahoo group for upcoming meet of old school harry's folks, hope it proves useful. realized late in day that this was the day designated to photo document life in asheville which i had more or less forgotten. so i took my camera to meet peggy at 4 to see the namesake. late to movie but enjoyed seeing it. since i've dropped out of the movie audience i have seen almost no movies for a number of years, so each time i do see one i am like a 4th world denizen, mezmorized by the color, light, shadows, sounds. this movie had it all and more. beautiful world created, story that was easy to follow even though narritive line was quirky, vast jumps, playful cuts, just the way i like it. i don't seem to get much from straight narritive anymore. left theatre around 6 on a very rainy day and shot a few street scenes, one of which might work for the photo project. i hope. recorded piano and guitar last nite. i have been listening to what i have recorded since xmas with the help of live pro 7 and decide to erase all files, none really make it, but recording and arrainging them was a deep learning experience so now i'll start on a new CD, halfway knowing the software. i kind of want to call it old & on the way. i think i posted notice of my landlady caroline's death, she died in hospice friday the 13th. i fully expect changes and hike in rent to follow, she had kept my rent low out of altruism a lot of folks had no idea she possessed. pretty much caught up on must-do stuff before trip to chapel hill which i expect to visit this coming wednesday for maybe a week.

this morning's texture. lost in the woods again, asking myself how one can be lost in the woods where there is no path. if there is a path you are not in the woods.

busy day ahead, i'll post something senseble later.

found in the forest, like so many things.

or lost in the forest, like dante.

a gloomy, overcast day today. the way i like it. quiet. i actually got a lot done.

and decided for lack of the proper word that i will leave for chapel hill next wednesday. between now and then i am concentrating on getting healthy and organized and focused.

found ou today that eduardo nunez with a tilde died in argentenia of cardiac reasons. i did not know him well, but remember him well.

i can't mess around with this easter flash animation any longer. [note: i did fix most of it this evening, code that was spilling out onto page is now gone. i'll put a stop to the loop tomorrow.]

spent the afternoon at the ER, took a book, read and napped between tests. turns out i had a ruptured vein close to the surface of ankle, hematoma? and i am on the mend.

so i will take care of some issues this week and get down to the triangle thursday or friday, maybe on to myrtle beach.

piece of cardboard after spending a little time with me.

when was the last time you had a hoot?

ho-hum. day evaporates.

another day, another dollar.

as my friend mr. smith used to reply as i slipped out the door after a workday, "you mean you get a whole dollar?"

back yard. last night. or twilight. things were very quiet.

too quiet.

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while he thought he was mulling this over, the lights went out and the starry sky rolled into position overhead. there were too many moons, so he left his perch on the park bench and wondered north in the night despite not registering the cracks in the sidewalk.

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went to see doc w/ what i thought was a spider bite, he seems to think it is some sort of trauma to the ankle, gravity pooling blood etc.

i had a flash last night and decided to unify this bloggerama, taking the direction my friend chall gray seems to be taking. (he is the youngest son of one of my oldest friends, sam gray, no longer with us on this train.)

just sentences. reading farewell my lovely (again? don't know yet) kind of reinforces this mode. so here goes:

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glanced down at the road. mistake. it had vanished, followed by a row of red glowing dots snaking behind in the dark.

it's tuzday pm and i just had to do a fix on the image below. so i did.

watercolor i fooled endlessly with while marooned w/out a car. it didn't work so as is my habit i tried to rescue it. learned a few things. it will go in failure pile.

this morning i will visit richard and debbie to see if wireless works on their network. into town to buy pair of badly needed shoes. stop at insurance store to make sure truck coverage is what i need. order memory stick from amazon, thanks to oldest son eric's birthday gift. send mp3 i did to nephew jonathon for his birthday. finish cleaning up "studio". stop by hospice to visit carolyn. maybe make an appointment with doc for a very swollen ankle - bug bite i think. get ready to drive to chatham county.

upgraded to new blogger, now have to do tricks to post. i guess a g3 running os 9 is going to have to be relegated to spare parts pile.

i'm posting this to see if work-around works around.
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well it kind of works.

the above image is a piece of wood i found yesterday.

talked to miss nancy on fone yesterday, looking out back window, when much to my susprise new management walked past w/ 2 well dressed folks and into basement. new owners? buyers?

when i pay this months rent i'll rattle cage a little, find out what is happening. saw carolyn in hospice friday, she wants to go home.