On Thanksgiving Day we acknowledge our dependence.

Friends Thanksgiving Eve.





At this moment, I am thankful for:

poetry
good friends
time
harvey birdman
memories
orange juice
family
photographs
tchaikovsky
courage

What are you thankful for?

I can show you what you need to see.

There are fires to be suffered,
the blaze of cruelty, the smoulder
of inextinguishable longing, even
the gentle candleflame of peace
that burns too.

I suffer them. I survive.

Just because it is doesn't mean it has to be.

Through the eyes of my soon to be obsolete phone.



(click to enlarge).

I want to return to those first urges unconscious of their beginnings.

It is what you have learned that matters.

Painting class.



An adaptation of one of 45rpm's canvas work. (Mixed media). Click to enlarge.





“I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.”

Kerouac.

Happiness comes easy, easiness is hard.

My mother supports every decision I make.

What starts sweet ends bitter.

And I intend to keep them.

People fear what they do not understand.

I just barely stopped myself from posting a blog in which I ramble about intolerance. It is even more apparent now with the election of a black president and the passing of Prop 8 in California.

But then I decided that Carles sums up my opinion best:

In the future, we will all fuck one another, no matter what type of hole we have.  We will not ‘make love’ to people/genders–we will make love to souls.

Hopefully you're stretching out your arms.

Not many things are better than meeting with some of your best friends, last minute, at the finest coffee house in town.



Especially when one of the conversations begins with, "Satan tried to lure us into the woods in New Jersey."






It's election day. How exciting.