Sunday, January 28, 2007

cold, cold, cold (despite)

this one truly hit home

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Global Warming/Global dimming

can't remember where this came from but it sez it all as far as I'm concerned."before my life went dim"..saw an interesting video on global dimming on GoogleVideo I think that came originally from the BBC. Yet another hopeful and uplifting view of the near future..finally a reasonable explanation for my straining zinnias.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Snow (or the lack thereof)

Here in Vermont we've gotten little to no snow this winter thus far though I imagine we'll get some nice wet dumpings come March or maybe even an old school whopper of a blizzard in February. As much as I have bitched about the inconvenience and cold I have to come clean with my 'real' emotions concerning the white stuff..I love it..always have. I could complicate it all up but I never feel as safe as when I am home and there is a storm raging, the roads temporarily impassable. Or later when there is a deep snow that muffles sound with a complimenting sky screeching in Utah blue.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

'footprint of the american chicken'

yeah, that expression used to irk the hell out of me back in the dark ages, (late 60's early 70's), when I was a teen though I must admit at the time, despite my leftie hippie leanings, even I thought it was a bit hokey. I never drew the 'peace sign' on anything nor wore any clothing with said design. I discounted the tie-dyed look for somber black befitting my skeptic status. So imagine my bemusement when I tell you I've CHOSEN to slap this on the back of my car. And, dare I say it, I'm proud to have it there.

it's still sunday afternoon in America

in time of war the law falls silent - Cicero

what I've been wondering about is why are the streets silent? It's been explained in blog after blog; no draft, no incentive, it's not happening here, I'm an ADD baby easily distracted by our enslavement to the cult of celebrity wrought by a shameless media. We seem to be a populus beyond numb, beyond denial. I've a notion all that'll change as the feces hurtles ever closer to the fan. I can hear those blades whirring, can you?

Saturday, January 20, 2007

the red shed when the sun shines

miscanthus silberfeder shadowing against the hut that keeps the seeds and stores the soil and houses the spiders and leaks like a sieve when it rains.

my favorite word when I was fifteen years old

once more into the breach..which is ridiculous since I've yet to enter the breach or the blogosphere at all. That being said, with the technological skills of a Neanderthal, I trudge forward: