Friday, February 29, 2008

OH HELL, just 1 more!

i promise i'll stop now.

also ABOVE!
YES, it's STILL snowing!!!!!!

can you tell????

i can, just because i'm going crazy!

see below...
snowing hard.

so, a little music might help.
friday-joke day:

Spelling to get into Heaven

A woman arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the gates.

She saw a beautiful banquet table. Sitting all around were her parents and all the other people she had loved and who had died before her. They saw her and began calling greetings to her "Hello - How are you! We've been waiting for you! Good to see you."

When Saint Pete r came by, the woman said to him, "This is such a wonderful place! How do I get in?" "You have to spell a word," Saint Peter told her.

"Which word?" the woman asked.


The woman correctly spelled "Love" and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven.

About a year later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her to watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day.

While the woman was guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived. "I'm surprised to see you," the woman said. "How have you been?"

" Oh , I've been doing pretty well since you died," her husband told her. "I married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you were ill. And then I won the multi-state lottery. I sold the little house you and I lived in and bought a huge mansion. And my wife and I traveled all around the world. We were on vacation in Cancun and I went water skiing today. I fell and hit my head, and here I am. What a bummer! How do I get in?"

"You have to spell a word," the woman told him.

"Which word?" her husband asked.


Thursday, February 28, 2008

just got back in. went out, said hello to some friends, caught up on things and now,
back and in my snugly robe ready to channel surf a bit.

( i WISH my bed looked like this!)
you see the 2 poems below?

i like them both, but i like the bukowski better.

just me.
On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show

Charles Bukowski

they talk down through
the centuries to us,
and this we need more and more,
the statues and paintings
in midnight age
as we go along
holding dead hands.

and we would say
rather than delude the knowing:
a damn good show,
but hardly enough for a horse to eat,
and out on the sunshine street where
eyes are dabbled in metazoan faces
i decide again
that in theses centuries
they have done very well
considering the nature of their
it's more than good
that some of them,
(closer really to the field-mouse than
have been bold enough to try.

Charles Baudelaire

YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose;
But all the sea of sadness in my blood
Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose,
Salt with the memory of the bitter flood.

In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o'er,
That which you seek, beloved, is desecrate
By woman's tooth and talon; ah, no more
Seek in me for a heart which those dogs ate.

It is a ruin where the jackals rest,
And rend and tear and glut themselves and slay--
A perfume swims about your naked breast!

Beauty, hard scourge of spirits, have your way!
With flame-like eyes that at bright feasts have flared
Burn up these tatters that the beasts have spared!

going to venture out of my house later.
1st. time in about 2 weeks. whoopee!

cold and more cold but warmer by sunday.
hope this was winter's last hurrah, but i
remember the infamous st. pat's day snowstorm
so, i'm not counting on the snow being mostly over next week!

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

The Ever-Patient Woman

by Andree Chedid

In the flowing sap
In her growing fever
Parting her veils
Cracking out of her shells
Sliding out of her skins

The ever-patient woman
gives herself

In her volcanoes
In her orchards
Seeking solidity and measure
Clasping her most tender flesh
Straining every fine-honed fiber

The ever-patient woman
gives herself
hey, go see MY cousin kris if you are in the area and support a great cause and have a good time watching kris! we are, for the most part, a talented (ahem) tho eclectic and delighfully mad family.


Join Evolucao and the Center for Conscious Living as we celebrate V-Day's 10 Year Anniversary, raise awareness and end violence against women:

V-Day West Orange: A Production of Eve Ensler's
The Vagina Monologues
Directed and Produced by Donniee Barnes
Featuring: LIVE ORIGINAL MUSIC by Catherine Moon and Lorraine Baucum, moving performances, silent auction, and a multimedia presentation!

Saturday, March 29th at 8pm and Sunday, March 30th at 3pm
(Silent auction starts 1 hour before each and checks only please.)

Center for Conscious Living
662 Eagle Rock Avenue (at Pleasant Valley Way), West Orange, NJ

Tickets: $20 with all proceeds to benefit Oasis-A Haven for Women and Children

For more information, call 973-863-2370 or check out the website.

If you are unable to attend, there are still many ways you can help:

1. Donate a ticket for someone unable to afford it.

2. Donate goods (art, new items, or say a car) or services (massage, tax service, counseling, Spanish lessons, drum instruction, etc.) for the silent auction. Email Tracy: if interested.

3. Forward this email to anyone you think could be interested in attending or donating.

4. Print the attached flyer (pdf) and distribute or post.

5. Make a financial donation.

Any questions? Email me or the event home office at:

Hope to see you all there!

Hosted and co-sponsored by
The Center for Conscious Living
located at
located 662 Eagle Rock Ave.
West Orange, NJ 07052

V-Day West Orange 2008
A Production of Eve Ensler's

• • • •
Join us as we celebrate V-Day’s Ten Year Anniversary,
raise awareness and end violence
against women
• •
March 29, 2008 at 8pm
March 30, 2008 at 3pm

Silent Auction 1 Hour Before Each Performance
Directed by Donniee Barnes
Produced by Lynette Sheard and Donniee Barnes

This is a benefit production of The Vagina Monologues, raising funds for
Oasis - A Haven for Women and Children in Paterson NJ

Admission: $20 per person
For group tickets call at 973 863 2370, you can order tickets by mail at
Evolução, PO Box 726, Scotch Plains, NJ 07076-9998, or
You can prepay right here by clicking on the paypal button.

Event also co-sponsored by Evolução- Personal Evolution in Action

About V-Day V-Day is a global movement to end violence against women and girls that raises funds and
awareness through benefit productions of Playwright/Founder Eve Ensler’s award winning play The Vagina
Monologues. 2008 marks V-Day’s 10 year anniversary. In 2007, more than 3000 V-Day events took place in the
U.S. and around the world. To date, the V-Day movement has raised over $50 million and educated millions
about the issue of violence against women and the efforts to end it, crafted international educational, media
and PSA campaigns, launched the Karama program in the Middle East, reopened shelters, and funded over
5000 community-based anti-violence programs and safe houses in Kenya, South Dakota, Egypt and Iraq. The
'V' in V-Day stands for Victory, Valentine and Vagina.

What is a V-Day Campaign?
A V-Day Campaign is a catalyst for mobilizing women and men to heighten awareness about violence against
women and girls. By creating this global community, V-Day strives to empower women to find their collective
voices and demand an end to the violence that affects one in three women in the US and around the world.

Donniee Barnes

You Are a Chocolate Chip Cookie

Traditional and conservative, most people find you comforting.

You're friendly and easy to get to know. This makes you very popular - without even trying!

goodnight myron

and thanks.

Winter Trees
Sylvia Plath

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing --
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history --

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietàs?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.

i wonder how long someone can stand in a hot shower til they prune up
or cook like a lobster?

i'm on my way to find out.
wish me luck!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

slush, freezy rain and then fat flakes to hide the frozen icky crap.
helluva day and night!
a pretty a day by E. E. Cummings

a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)

o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall

some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)

for betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll
heavy, wet heart attack snow and cold drizzle.


i freaking hate THIS!

Monday, February 25, 2008

for my out of town friends:

I do not want my house to be walled in on all sides and my windows to be stuffed. I want the cultures of all the lands to be blown about my house as freely as possible. But I refuse to be blown off my feet by any.

Mahatma Gandhi
this is the BEST version of this song that i've
ever heard.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

feeeling like i'll live!

nasty, nasty lingering headache but i'll take that over the past week and a half.

my cousin linda ( hi linda)came over and cut my hair. that always makes me feel better. a lot of the reddish color is gone, more blonde and silver and grey now.
plus, it's really short again and i like that better, less fuss.

i figured if i relapsed and ended up at the er i wouldn't have to lay in bed with grimy hair sticking up all over like a demented chicken. been there, done that. always makes me feel worse off than i am.(goofy way of thinking but that's me, GOOFY!!!)

anyway, i am on the mend, even beginning to think of lines of poetry, words, feelings,
all that good stuff!

got this over at cr's place. i needed it this morning.
he always have great things there!

Saturday, February 23, 2008

As The Sparrow

To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.

Charles Bukowski
and i had my flu shot!


Friday, February 22, 2008

is this not one of the most GORGEOUS things you've ever SEEN??!!

yeah, i've been sacked out watching hsn. i'm glad i was if only because i got to see this masterpiece of cameo artistry. i have a fondness for cameos from my gramma, i guess.this one is carved into sardonixs(not sure of the spelling)

just striking! so, i thought i'd share. enjoy.
sneezy, snorky, loopy and a few of the other dwarfs thrown in...

Thursday, February 21, 2008

thru my nyquill induced haze comes:

The number twelve goes to a bar

A number twelve walks into a bar and asks the barman for a pint of beer.

"Sorry I can't serve you," states the barman.

"Why not?!" asks the number twelve with anger showing in its voice.

"You're under 18," replies the barman.

(reminds me of an adult sesame street segment!)

still a sick little lady.

cough sneeze sick, not the other kind. ; (

be back later.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Constantly Risking Absurdity

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of the day
performing entrachats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super realist
who must perforce perceive
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence


(boag's wife and my friend)

The Little Boy and the Old Man

Shel Silverstein

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

this could BE me tonight!

Ben & Jerry's founders have endorsed Obama

they have an ice cream called "cherries for change"

now, there's an endorsement i can get into.


because i like their philosophy
and they have proved that a quality product can be made without screwing
workers and customers.they have ethics.

(the fact that i love their ice cream is a big ole bonus!)
Was There A Time

Dylan Thomas

Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has set its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.

pretty much me the last few days!
my brain is still a bit foggy.
throat isn't quite as red and sore. i can swallow without cringing.
just really really tired and my chest hurts a bit.

the rest of me will get better. the brain fog, well...

ha! ; )

Monday, February 18, 2008

Dream Deferred

Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?
monday morning.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

“Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity”

George Carlin

if you'd like to see the show you can watch it here.
watched "it's alive" last night.
comcast FINALLY gave the channel back!

they showed a really bad film with a sorry looking werewolf.


a film from 1961 with "bad" girls! it looked like it was italian or spanish.

me, being the bad film fan that i am, i liked it a lot. even thru my
sickie haze and frumpiness!

Saturday, February 16, 2008

been a day chock full o' nutt'n much.

lots of soup and tea and t.v. watching.

skipping from channel to channel looking for anything that might capture my
interest. history channel, discovery, cnbc/cnn/ local news, shop nbc (yes, guilty little secret)and now, hours of the food network.

as you can see, my mouth is BIGGER than the smiley cookies' mouth!

(love my smiley cookies from eat n park!)

someone at the club(not sure who, probably diane)took this last summer(had to be late summer cause i don't have a turtleneck on!)
they put it up on the board a few weeks ago(they know i have a good sense of humor) and i brought it home.
it's pre- haircolor change.
i have no idea why it looks as if i'm screaming, tho i'm probably laughing at something.

now you see why people might welcome a sore throat and me being quiet for awhile!

ho, ho!

p.s. i had to take out the red eye. i looked as if i were going to shift into a werewolf! that's probaby why it was put on the board as i am the club's unoffical bouncer. no one wants to be asked to behave by a 5 ft. 2in. gramma! ; )
saturday sun and a sore throat.

well, at least it will keep me quiet

for awhile.

Friday, February 15, 2008


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

CARELESSLY over the plain away,
Where by the boldest man no path
Cut before thee thou canst discern,
Make for thyself a path!

Silence, loved one, my heart!
Cracking, let it not break!
Breaking, break not with thee!

Thursday, February 14, 2008

friday's joke, but it has a sort of valentiney theme:

Guess Who?

A guy walks into a post office one day to see a middle-aged, balding man standing at the counter methodically placing "Love" stamps on bright pink envelopes with hearts all over them. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them. His curiosity gets the better of him and he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he's doing.
"I'm sending out 1,000 Valentine's Day cards signed, 'Guess who?'"

"But why?" asks the man.

"I'm a divorce lawyer."
oh, another thing about the post below. in the comments on youtube someone wrote that his parents used to dance to it years ago. my school wouldn't let you mention it, let alone play it. phooey!
to show you how my mind works-
i was on youtube looking for the protest song,"we can't make it here anymore"

and ended up looking for this song instead. i have it on a 45. it was scandalous back in the day. i adore it.

happy valentine's day! ; )

below is a reprint from, THE TOWN FLYER a wonderful local newsletter.
2 of the organizations/clubs i belong to always hold events for the kid's toy drive. i've mentioned it here more than once so i thought i'd share the happy results:

Toys For Children Campaign Overwhelming

This was the tenth year of the Christmas Toys for Children Campaign and by far it was the most successful. We would like to thank all of the generous individuals and businesses that purchased toys, made monetary donations and those who assisted in wrapping the presents for the children.

The donations were used to purchase additional toys and clothing. Fifty families, which included 117 children, participated in the program. Over 700 presents were distributed and 125 of the toys will be used for next years campaign. In addition to the presents each family received food items and each child received a $20.00 gift card towards the purchase of a pair of shoes.

Your support is very much appreciated by the West Deer Police Department, crime watch and all those who participated in the program. We have an excellent start to the 2008 campaign. Your kindness and generosity is very much appreciated.
i've posted this before but it is a very favorite of mine. i've even seen a bangle bracelet engraved with it. so, i'd say a lot of people find it as wonderful as i do.

happy valentine's day everyone!

i carry your heart with me

by E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

thinking of valentine's.

My Dog's My Boss

by Robert William Service

Each day when it's anighing three
Old Dick looks at the clock,
Then proudly brings my stick to me
To mind me of our walk.
And in his doggy rapture he
Does everything but talk.

But since I lack his zip and zest
My old bones often tire;
And so I ventured to suggest
Today we hug the fire.
But with what wailing he expressed
The death of his desire!

He gazed at me with eyes of woe
As if to say: 'Old boy,
You mustn't lose your grip, you know,
Let us with laughing joy,
On heath and hill six miles or so
Our legs and lungs employ.'

And then his bark was stilled to a sigh
He flopped upon the floor;
But such a soft old mug am I
I threw awide the door;
So gaily, though the wind was high
We hiked across the moor.
congrats to uno!

i love beagles. we always had beagles when i was a kid.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"

A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out.
Your heart is open to where ever love takes you!

Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out

Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking

What turns you off: fighting and conflict

Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love
snow, and ice later.
it is already in my bones.

Monday, February 11, 2008

bob decided to just sack out today and ignore the cold.
i decided to make potato soup with shallots and bacon because
unlike bob who has his fur, i am cold and resemble a little blue smurf!
To Flowers From Italy in Winter

by Thomas Hardy

Sunned in the South, and here to-day;
--If all organic things
Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say,
What are your ponderings?

How can you stay, nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn,
And birch, and fir, and frozen white
Expanse of the forlorn?

Frail luckless exiles hither brought!
Your dust will not regain
Old sunny haunts of Classic thought
When you shall waste and wane;

But mix with alien earth, be lit
With frigid Boreal flame,
And not a sign remain in it
To tell men whence you came.
3 damn degrees and a hellish wind chill, worse crap tomorrow.

phil can kiss my ass!

darn little rodent!

Sunday, February 10, 2008

cold cold freaking cold and wind gusts up to 50 mph all damn day. big pine tree fell on a house about a quarter mile down the road from me. worse tomorrow.

thankfully still have power. many don't and it's dangerously cold tonight with no heat.

yes, foamy's rant on indie films!
The snow is melting

by Kobayashi Issa

The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

give this a look. it's good.
You Go For Brains!

You want a guy with a big... brain.
And of course it would be nice if he were a total hottie, but you're not counting on it.
What's on the inside is what counts for you. (Besides, you can always change the outside later!)

blue gal's again.

oh and brown eyes have always been a plus!
First of many...

Merseyside Poetry Project
in conjuction with
Jim Bennett ,The Poetry Kit and New Bright Art


an open floor poetry evening

open floor poetry night
with host Jim Bennett

8pm Wednesday 12th March 2008
8 Atherton St
New Brighton
(art gallery opposite New Brighton Railway Station)

Entry Free

Everyone welcome to read in the open floor please contact

or come early to book a place.
yeah,he really knew...

back to the machine gun

I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
in my old torn bathrobe.
I'm hung over
hair down in my eyes
gingerly walking on the small sharp rocks
in my path
still afraid of pain behind my four-day beard.

the young housewife next door shakes a rug
out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"

god damn! it's almost like being shot in the ass
with a .22

"hello," I say
gathering up my Visa card bill, my Pennysaver coupons,
a Dept. of Water and Power past-due notice,
a letter from the mortgage people
plus a demand from the Weed Abatement Department
giving me 30 days to clean up my act.

I mince back again over the small sharp rocks
thinking, maybe I'd better write something tonight,
they all seem
to be closing in.

there's only one way to handle those motherfuckers.

the night harness races will have to wait.

Charles Bukowski

Friday, February 08, 2008

but if a living dance upon dead minds

E. E. Cummings

but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love's also there:
and being here imprisoned,tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep
cannot be photographed,measured;disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains...
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?
cold, snow, that's how it goes!

Thursday, February 07, 2008

friday's joke - about a half an hour early!

It has long been contended that there are male Jokes and there are female jokes, and there are unisex Jokes. Here is a joke I consider a true female joke.

I offer it to you in the hopes

that women will love it

And men will pass it along

to a woman who will love it.

A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy, middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes off him.

The young-at-heart man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward her. (As All men will.) Before she could offer her apologies for staring so rudely, he leaned over and whispered to her, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $20.00........

on one condition"

Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was. The man replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words." ;

The woman considered his proposition for a moment, And then slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, Which she pressed into the man's hand along with her address. She looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly and meaningfully said.....

"Clean my house."
the FIRST person that came to mind was pittgirl!

sneak attack

Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.



happy new year!

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

the temp has dropped like a stone! ugh.
lectric blankie time!
never let it be said that FCHS was behind the times!
i saw this film in high school driver's ed. around 67/68. i also saw
the infamous SIGNAL 30, which i liken to death porn even today!

i won't post that one, tho i did see it on youtube and damned if i didn't remember the worst parts! no freaking wonder i am a phobic driver!!!!!!!!

and here is LAST DATE in two parts!
geeeezzz, 6:30 this morning the phone rings. i can faintly hear people
but no one is saying anything to me.

turns out, someone i know called on their cellphone by accident. guess they were putting it in a pocket and it called!

well, that was it. i was up. phooey!

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

with my thanks to blue gal!

warm and rainy. poor trees and plants will be all confused!

another play day with my little sweetie!
i had to lay down for a bit after she left. she is a good kid but very active.

Monday, February 04, 2008

My Dream

Ogden Nash

This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
monday. warm and rain. odd weather!

my little sweetie is coming today and tomorrow.
the day care lady had a family emergency.

so we will have bacon and waffles and big fun!

my grandaughter's name could have been emeril because it's a
"pork fat" thing!

Sunday, February 03, 2008

someday, maybe in another life, i will have rooms full of these.
right now, i just look up the photos.

(and share)