Sunday, February 17, 2013


alternative titles:

"no longer frosty"
"a few (less) good men"
"a few good snowmen"
"the (sn)Omen"
"you make me melt"
"ashes to ashes, and h2o to h2o"
"snow more man"
...and on and on and on...

in mt. holly, nc, the shelf-life of a snowman 
is short-lived.

in a world of  
"what have you done for me lately?"
...these s-no-more men have quickly become yesterday's news.

while that might sound cold... it's really not.

these guys have seen better days...
...or better hours.
they didn't even last a day.

the snowman (above) may have some kind short-man complex.  at a minimum, self-esteem issues.

the guy on the right appears to be suffering from (a) temperature.

below: it appears that we may have had a snow woman in the mix...
...but she and her hubby probably should have thought twice 
about warming-up to each other in the first place.

right and below: snow way back from this:
 below: one snowman who might actually make it.

above and below: "ouch"
and finally, my own back-deck snowman.  he's wearing a parsley hat,
and hoping that the jumping-jacks will help him sweat off a few inches.

the end?

---------------------------below: less than 10 hours ago--------------------------------


by snow f. lake

water, ice or air?
(you never [Really] know)
part of us is tHere (yet unaware) of


* h2o, the building block of life, expresses he/rSelf in many forms.

* the mantra of h2o ("transformation") is the very Essence of Living.

* let's take it slow, with h2ohhhh!

* artwork by clare dunn (check out more of clare's stuff at  chick is goooooood.

* she ain't no heavy... she's my sistah.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

let it snow???

in mt. hollywood, nc???
-------------------------the morning after----------------------

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

teacher of the year

willy was (posthumously) voted teacher of the year.  as it turns out, he was in the running for several months, in a vote by his fellow colleagues.  even in the afterlife, he is still the best.

they even gave him his own parking spot, which will remain empty -- just like his veteran's day chair.

this world needs more willys.
this world needs more jims.
this world needs more josephines.

blanketed with Love

below is a link to "memory quilts by molly":

molly made the quilt (below), which, as of february 12, 2013, is still a featured item on her site.  the quilt is made from t-shirts owned by mike 'willy' williams, who passed away on november 4, 2012.

memories of willy can be found here:

 thank you, judy, for this wonderful memorial.

the rest of my workspace (at the college) is more like a story than an office: 

thank you... to all of you (out there).  
 in memory of willy and josephine,
the cards, the e-mails, and the phone calls 
have meant sooooo much over the past few months.
 thank you.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

endings or beginnings?

endings or beginnings?
by b. e. ginning

endings or beginnings (what's the message that we send)?
maybe it's the Same (here in this game of let's pretend)


* let's pretend is a game that allows us to imagine that we are experiencing a different world than the real world.

* what if our (start/stop, good/bad) life (on planet earth) is deeply embedded in the game, while the Real World sits back in Co-experiential Harmony? 

* could a game of beginnings and endings exist within a Larger  framework that doesn't end when the game is over? 

Monday, February 4, 2013

why, then, are we here?

why, then, are we here?
by w. h. ereare & w. e. anyway

why, then, are we here?
why, then, are we Now?
why, then, should we care? 
what's it all about?

why and who and where and when and how (i sit and stare)
why, then, does it matter, now, and 
why, then, are we here?  

Sunday, February 3, 2013

you're missing

i took the liberty to change a couple of words (in purple) 
we miss you, josie.

shirt's in the closet, shoes in the hall
momma (daddy)'s in the kitchen, baby (radio) and all
everything is everything
everything is everything
but you're missing

coffee cup's on the counter, jacket's on the chair
paper's on the doorstep, you're not there
everything is everything
everything is everything
but you're missing

picture's on the nightstand, tv's on in the den
your house is waiting, your house is waiting
for you to walk in, for you to walk in
but you're missing, you're missing
you're missing when i shut out the lights
you're missing when i close my eyes
you're missing when i see the sun rise
you're missing

children are asking if it's alright
will you be in our arms tonight?

morning is morning, the evening falls i have
too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
how's everything, everything?
everything, everything
you're missing, you're missing

god's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
i got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops

-bruce springsteen

wait for me

 the e-street band, practicing Yoga:
We said we'd walk together, baby come what may
That come the twilight, should we lose our way
If as were walkin' a hand should slip free
I'll wait for you, and should I fall behind, wait for me

We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side
We'd help each other stay in stride
But each lover's steps fall so differently
But I'll wait for you, and if I should fall behind, wait for me

Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true
But you and I know what this world can do
So lets make our steps clear that the other may see
And I'll wait for you, if I should fall behind, wait for me

Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
There neath the oaks bough soon we will be wed
Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees
I'll wait for you, and should I fall behind, wait for me
Darlin' I'll wait for you, should I fall behind, wait for me

Saturday, February 2, 2013


by wide angle lenz

psychedelic sun
who's to say if this (the game) has ended or begin?

blood brothers

just re-Member-ing: the boss and the big man -- showing just a tiny bit of passion.
(you've got to watch it through the end of the lyrics section)
Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny

But now you're sad, your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Oh yeah, your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Well, so your daddy says he knows that I don't have any--
Well, tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance!

And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed but for Lord-have-mercy
And my machine she's a dud, all stuck in the mud, somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
Hold on tight, stay up all night, 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong
By the time we greet the morning light I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way
There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'--
Ya ya ya ya
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey HEY!!!

attack of the airplanes

if global warming wasn't enough... we've got to worry about runaway airliners!

Friday, February 1, 2013