to late

Btw everybody, just so you know... the archive isn't happening.

i can think of ppl much more annoying than him

did they earn their a?

gamblers tilt me. I have been looking for small pot average tables lately.

anti-climax of the year so far

no, they earned molestation

Everyone earns their grade.

I wish Uncle Tupelo never broke up, but I love Wilco. I guess I'm just selfish.

Great, now you make as much sense to me as the other person with that avatar.

i think it's from glee or somethin

when the **** are they going to post some cancellations?!

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sounds like you have a story to tell

he's just jealous that his teachers didn't molest him often enough

At this big hotel

i met Chingy

at a holiday inn?

RIP Davy Jones. I really loved the Beatles.

Wtf? That wasnt meant to be posted here.

Candidly, I'm probably not going to say much more here on FB about "what's on my mind" after today. Truth is, this is just not a means - or mode - of communication I am comfortable utilizing. Socially, I'm a pretty private person and I believe the best way to communicate is in person, looking directly at the other person.

As the mystic poet Rumi observed, "...When someone is giving you gold, don't look at your hands, don't look at the gold, look into their eyes..." And for me the great gift any of us can give to, and that any of us can receive from another person is that rarest of things - our/their full, undivided attention.

So, as I "face" the big surprise of still being alive in 2012, I'm trying to give my full attention to life, to beauty, to the poetry of today, to the moment of being present in the world exactly right now. I love sitting outside in the sun on Sonoma Mountain, letting the humming birds, the honey bees, the quail families, the deer and owls and lizards slow me down to the heartbeat of the earth. I've been fortunate to know through most all of my life that the clouds and the trees are in me and it's back to them that I'm headed.

It's not that I'm in a rush to go. It's more that I am so much clearer that every moment the cosmos keeps turning is another diamond in the rough. Enough said. Whether I'm gone tomorrow or here for another five years, I feel deeply awake in the strange wonder of knowing I know almost nothing, can take nothing for granted anymore. I love living and for me the quality of every day is surely as compelling as myopically believing that counting one more day is the only thing to consider, no matter how vegetative those last days might be.

Well that was disappointing

try a couple of tight elastic bands around the tip next time

lurking caring bridge are we?

NEW TO THE AREA AND LONELY can kiss my ass