Silly Kate

This is for all of the Brontë lovers out there...

This video makes me roll with laughter!  I'm guessing it was

cutting edge at the time?  Song is awesome though!

Here We Go Again On Our Own...

Did you imagine Tawny Kitaen on the hood of a car too??  I couldn't help it!  haha  Feeling a bit goofy tonight

Quick update:  School started back yesterday.  I have that crazy professor, AGAIN.  Send out good vibes for me, everyone!  Hopefully she'll be more reasonable/sane/humane this go round.  We have been promised as much...

So you will probably be seeing less chatty posts...more Youtube video love or possibly the ramblings of a stressed, over-the-edge grad student.  Either could be pretty entertaining, huh?  ; )

Young Talent

Geez, these two sisters are talented.  I could watch this over and over and over...

Live Lovelies

Live from Bonnaroo

Has intro - great live version!

Good gah, I love this

Year or two later and it's still a favorite.  Best live

Tori love

Smile

Today I had an epiphany.  Those moments are some of my favorites in life.  I don't mean to be evasive really.  To me they're like wishes though; you don't tell anyone the details until down the road.  I just wanted to put it out there somewhere in the world!  =)

One of my favorites from her

Who can't love the Indigo Girls?

Poetry & Rambling

When I graduated from high school, a family friend gave me a book of collected poems.  One poem in particular stood out to me.  Who was this Rumi?  His poetry is like a much, much better (of course!), lighter version of some of my poetry.  I write in a similar fashion and delve into the same topics at times.  It felt like we were on the same wavelength, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, the book above is my favorite collection of Rumi's poetry.  I go back to it a lot and my copy looks it. haha  Here are some of my favorites  =)

(ps -- I hem and haw over his use of the word God, but float over that, and keep the rest. Love it anyway.)


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The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.

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I have lived on the lip of insanity,
wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door.
It opens.

I’ve been knocking from the inside!

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No Flag

I used to want buyers for my words.

Now I wish someone would buy me away from words.

I have made a lot of charmingly profound images,

scenes with Abraham and Abraham's father, Azar,

who was famous for making icons.

I am so tired of what I have been doing.

Then one image without form came,

and I quit.

Look for someone else to tend the shop.

I am out of the image-making business.

Finally I know the freedom

of madness.

A random image arrives. I scream,

Get out! It disintegrates.

Only love.

Only the holder the flag fits into.

No flag.

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Tending Two Shops

Don’t run around this world

looking for a hole to hide in.

There are wild beasts in every cave!

If you live with mice,

the cat claws will find you.

The only real rest comes

when you’re alone with God.

Live in the nowhere that you came from,

even though you have an address here.

That’s why you see things in two ways.

Sometimes you look at a person

and see a cynical snake.

Someone else sees a joyful lover,

and you’re both right!

Everyone is half and half,

like the black and white ox.

Joseph looked ugly to his brothers,

and most handsome to his father.

You have eyes that see from that nowhere,

and eyes that judge distances,

how high and how low.

You own two shops,

and you run back and forth.

Try to close the one that’s a fearful trap,

getting always smaller.  Checkmate,

this way.  Checkmate, that.

Keep open the shop

where you’re not selling fishhooks anymore.

You are the free-swimming fish.

Jaded

Cooking dinner, drinking tea, and thinking about my day...

So my break is over.  Work is back in full swing...bit of a crazy day, but at least I just have two days left for this week.  Thank goodness my classes don't start until Monday.  One weekend left of freeeeedom.

I'm being set up (we're talking dating here, not being framed...heh..it takes so little to humor me today), and I'm not sure how I feel about it.  My current stance is eh, I guess why not? I'm usually more of a could be fun! type, but I'm a bit burned out on all this. 

Why do things have to be so complicated and confusing?  What is the purpose of it?  Is that just part of the process that lets you know when you find someone that is more "right" for you than the others?  No weirdness = possibility?  I'm usually pretty insightful and good at reading people, but in this arena I'm left scratching my head.  There is a definite societal dance involved in this process.  Maybe I'm in the wrong room because I don't know this dance.  Everybody seems to have a different opinion on the topic, and books are usually cliche or just want you to play games.  Booo to that!  I hate games...that stuff should end in your teens.  I'm afraid I'm getting jaded.  I don't want to live in jaded-land because that's just a sad place to be.

Well, I'll look at the positive -- I'm assured that this guy does not hunt.  That's near the top of my no-go list.  Can't be dating a Bambi killer..then I really would be sad.  heh    ...yes, the meat I buy at the grocery store just magically appears...thanks for asking  ; )

Nothing like the return to work to make you bump into reality again!

ps -- I hate leaving things with a *thud* so below is something that made me laugh so hard I had tears rolling down my face.  Could have just been one of those days, but if you're anything like me you'll at least get a giggle or teehee from imagining it.