it was almost completely melted...

you could see grass...

you could wear open-toed shoes...

and now there are three inches on the ground...

damn it!

we live in the neighborhood...

maria and i went to a contemplative prayer session in a neighborhood church. we went around introducing ourselves and when they came to us, they asked us how long we have been attending this particular church, to which we replied, "oh, we don't attend here, we live in the neighborhood..." almost every face lit up in wonderment, gratefulness, joy... it was almost comical... and i got it. i got every bit of it...

i do enjoy living in the neighborhood...

ps - no desire to go see this movie at the theaters, but i'm pretty sure i'll be renting it the day it comes out!

at times parts of me are dying. others are alive and well.

it only takes one voice to remind you parts of you are gone: one voice, one touch, one smell, one sound.

a minute awakens the depths of the soul. a minute reminds you a certain part of you is not dead - it's been stuffed for too long.

i don't recognize this dormant self, asleep for too long.

i don't recognize the glimpses of life it irradiates - they scare me.

multiple aspects have changed - are changing - will keep changing

the core remains

i might not be recognizing my core.

dormant soul - i see you through the cracks: break out free - force yourself through the walls.

i await.

fcc my ass!

read this and this. If that can happen, then 3 years ago's "nipplegate" is really nothing. if this is all because prince is a man and janet is a woman, oh, friends, i am PISSED!!!! damn double standards! the fcc can kiss my ass...

ps - stupid bears...