Sunday, April 27, 2008

BLUEDOM

It's just the way I feel today...expectant.

Going Somewhere

When I looked out over the sheltered valley and traced the river's way, I couldn't help but notice how the roads and train tracks, followed the same twists and curves.
All of the millions of years the water took to find that way...and our temporary exsistance is influenced by the way of the river. All the years of humanity, and of animals too I suspect are influenced by water, we all gravitate to the waters edge. None of us can exsist without water this is true, but there is something more, another connection with water that brings to mind a master, or mistress. If water brings a message each time we see it in it's natural state, can it tell of what our future holds, bliss and serenity, or disaster and strife? Can we read water? Can we listen to water?
Aboriginal people have remnants of this gift, some more than others.
We need to listen...to the water...now...go listen...

Friday, April 25, 2008

Salad on the roof

was it spring, early summer? I can't recall, but when I look'd up I saw salad growing from the roof. How splendid. To reach up and pick your greens!

Learn to Love?


Is this something you teach yourself?

To gravitate towards...strong positive feelings...rising emotions? The abandonment of sensibility?

All I am left with is gladness that I can have deep appretiation for certain "ones" and a deeper appreciation for certain "others".

I am no longer hoping for passion, for touch, for the flutter in the pit of my stomache at the thought of another.

As for Beauty and Love - it's all in a droplet of dew on the petal of a newly opened bloom, or a single stroke of a freshly loaded brush onto a bare canvas, or the sound of the cat purring contentedly next to my ear, or notes strung together in harmony, or a voice that embodies a vision within it, a poem, that is my universe.

3 am


A SCOTTISH LOVE POEM

A'coorse ah love ye darlin'
Ye're a bloody tap notch burd.
An' when ah say ye're gorgeous
Ah mean iv'ry single word.
Ah don't mind a bit o flab.
It means that whin ah'm ready
There's something therr tae grab.
So yer belly isny flat nae merr
Ah tell ye, ah don't cerr.
So long as when ah cuddle ye
I cin get mah erms roon 'therr.
Nae wummin wha is your age
Hiz nice roon' perky breasts.
They jist gave in tae gravity
Bit ah know ye did yer best.
Ah'm tellin ye the truth noo
Ah nivir tell ye lies
Ah think its very sexy
Thit ye've goat dimples oan yer thighs.
Ah swerr oan mah grannies grave noo
The moment thit we met.
Ah thocht ye wiz as guid as
Ah wiz ivir goanie get.
Nae maitter whit ye looks like
Ah'll aywiz love ye dear.
Noo shut up while the fitba's oan
An' fetch anither beer.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Mighty Mouse or Mole if you prefer.


Mighty Mouse, my hero, it appears not. My day has not been saved. Rather straddling the edge of midnight and tomorrow and living in the moment is really really uncomfortable!
Caught between math and madness.
Hidden beauty sleeps beneath the sadness.

BORROMEAN RINGS

The Borromean rings, also called the Borromean links (Livingston 1993, p. 10) are three mutually interlocked rings (left figure), named after the Italian Renaissance family who used them on their coat of arms. The configuration of rings is also known as a "Ballantine," and a brand of beer (right figure; Falstaff Brewing Corporation) has been brewed under this name. In the Borromean rings, no two rings are linked, so if any one of the rings is cut, all three rings fall apart. Any number of rings can be linked in an analogous manner (Steinhaus 1999, Wells 1991).
The Borromean rings are a prime link. They have link symbol 06-0302, braid word , and are also the simplest Brunnian link.
It turns out that rigid Borromean rings composed of real (finite thickness) tubes cannot be physically constructed using three circular rings of either equal or differing radii. However, they can be made from three congruent elliptical rings.
refer: no two rings are linked, so if any one of the rings is cut, all three rings fall apart
note: the point at which the three rings cross, becomes it's own entity - THE SWEET SPOT.