Cheatin' dawg

"Herbie’s dog knows he isn’t allowed on the couch. But he thinks (Tim Blair's) Daily Telegraph colleague Herbie and wife Karen are out of the house."






BUSTED by Karen:















(hat tip: Tim Blair)

dolphin love song

“If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all.” -- Billie Holliday

Since I've known him, Tom's totem has always been the dolphin.

He thinks his totem is the deer, and he resonates to it, in his own way. But me, I think it's this wonderful creature.

Consider:

"Dolphin reminds us to balance work and play and let loose of tensions." He does this handily.

(That's me, in the background, listening to the Happy Raconteur :o)

land of enchantment

Well named.

"New Mexico" -- that is, the land wrested from the Mexicans in the waning years of the 19th century -- has its own magic.

On cursory view, it's high chaparral, scrub pine. Ignored. Unnoticed.

That is good. I don't wish this clean, heretofore ignored stretch of land to be noticed. If noticed, it will be immediately recognized as desirable ... for the wrong reasons.

This is land that has been clean right up until now, in our let's-overpower-everything lives.

Clean.

When I was a young, partying 20-something in New Mexico, it didn't take long before I learned about the springs of Jemez.

You only wanted to .... well ....

just experience it. I know, words fail. But, well, all you wanted to do was just .... be.

There was something about lazing about in mineral-soaked pools, with big sky all around, and nothing to distract.

A snippet in time, perhaps. But also a knowing.

symphony in red and khaki II

For no reason whatsoever, I Googled "poetry," and then "images" -- nothing spoke. So I Googled symphony, and found this image, by artist Laurie Maitland. It sings.

quiet riot

Behold the Kuna.

Ah, vanity ...

The Crab Nebula

... did you know it's located in the constellation of Taurus? :)

Al Gored

... or, the emperor has no clothes.

2012

~Peace train soundin' louder ...~

Tired of life's dirty collar rings just refusing to come clean? (You've tried soaking them out, scrubbing them out, but you've still got ..... *Ring around the colllllllll - er!*)

Get ready for the ultimate detergent.

In 2012, many things are going to happen. Whether we want them to or not. And, I don't know about you, but I want them to. I'm tired of ring-around-the-collar. Time to feel clean.

If you're curious, Google Mayan calendar and harmonic convergence. That's enough to get you started. Pretty soon, you'll start thinking, whoa. And that's a good thing!

Or not. Depending on your reality.

Okay, here's the date -- Dec. 21, 2012, Sloppy Joe's, Key West, Florida.

Ask for Tom or Mary. We, and other upwardly bound mortals, will be there, and we will welcome you like you'd died and come back to life. (Which you will *s*)

The changes that are coming are not like the oil embargo of 1974. Not even like 9/11. We're about to step into a new dimension. Maybe not all at once -- our puny, ant brains can't quite conceive of that, just yet. (But if you're a seeker, you've already noticed subtle shifts in questioning, feeling, understanding, hell, even food digestion. Guess what? Your DNA is changing to accommodate the Shift. Enjoy!)

So ... file it away. Key West. World's end ... and life's beginning. See you there :o)