My Favorite Jack-o-lantern this year… seen on my morning walkies.. Went out a little bit before sunup. It was a pumpkin with a large heart and the word “LOVE”. Very unusual, and I liked it, a lot.

It’s kind of neat, seeing the ‘Morning After’… folks still have the carved gourds out, and in the morning light, it seems strange that I saw no evidence of “tricks”… no TP or eggs, but there was another sort of subtle quiet. It was nice to hear myself breathe, and the only other real sounds in the air was the crash of surf as I drew closer to the beach. It was early enough that nobody was there… I paced the about four blocks of the sand, then headed back, with a sort of quiet calm. A nice feeling. I feel very drawn and caught up in how the harvest season is winding down. I have a lot of thanks about my life, especially for the last year and some.

Right now, I’m burning some nag champa, stroking the kitty, and recently shaved and showered, talking with my sweetheart. Life’s good.

My Favorite Jack-o-lantern this year… seen on my morning walkies.. Went out a little bit before sunup. It was a pumpkin with a large heart and the word “LOVE”. Very unusual, and I liked it, a lot.

It’s kind of neat, seeing the ‘Morning After’… folks still have the carved gourds out, and in the morning light, it seems strange that I saw no evidence of “tricks”… no TP or eggs, but there was another sort of subtle quiet. It was nice to hear myself breathe, and the only other real sounds in the air was the crash of surf as I drew closer to the beach. It was early enough that nobody was there… I paced the about four blocks of the sand, then headed back, with a sort of quiet calm. A nice feeling. I feel very drawn and caught up in how the harvest season is winding down. I have a lot of thanks about my life, especially for the last year and some.

Right now, I’m burning some nag champa, stroking the kitty, and recently shaved and showered, talking with my sweetheart. Life’s good.

disport dis-PORT, intransitive verb:

To amuse oneself in light or lively manner; to frolic.

transitive verb:

1. To divert or amuse.
2. To display.

Disport derives from Old French desporter, “to divert,” from des-, “apart” (from Latin dis-) + porter, “to carry” (from Latin portare) — hence to disport is at root “to carry apart, or away” [from business or seriousness].

limpid LIM-pid adjective:

1. Clear; transparent.
2. Easily comprehensible; clear.
3. Calm; serene.

From Latin limpidus (clear).

disport dis-PORT, intransitive verb:

To amuse oneself in light or lively manner; to frolic.

transitive verb:

1. To divert or amuse.
2. To display.

Disport derives from Old French desporter, “to divert,” from des-, “apart” (from Latin dis-) + porter, “to carry” (from Latin portare) — hence to disport is at root “to carry apart, or away” [from business or seriousness].

limpid LIM-pid adjective:

1. Clear; transparent.
2. Easily comprehensible; clear.
3. Calm; serene.

From Latin limpidus (clear).

Does anyone want to come by and get some peanut butter cups?

Or feed me some BrrrrRrrrains?

[Middle English, from Old French ambre gris : ambre, amber; see amber + gris, gray; see grisaille.]

A substance of the consistence of wax, found floating in the Indian Ocean and other parts of the tropics, and also as a morbid secretion in the intestines of the sperm whale (Physeter macrocephalus), which is believed to be in all cases its true origin. In color it is white, ash-gray, yellow, or black, and often variegated like marble. The floating masses are sometimes from sixty to two hundred and twenty-five pounds in weight. It is wholly volatilized as a white vapor at 212[deg] Fahrenheit, and is highly valued in perfumery. It is added to perfumes to slow down the rate of evaporation.

Tired eyes
weary bones
active mind
a little too warm
walls look sticky
left foot scraped skin
tingle on the chin, running up left cheek
hear my beloved’s voice, from memory
50’s girl
and my queen
and my little girl
and a cat
and a friend
and a companion
and a cohort
red nails
ghoul nails
her tears on my chest
her smiling lips touching mine
my arms holding her close
barefoot
rubber lizards do our bidding

1) Fred Schneider – Monster
2) The Doors – People Are Strange
3) David Bowie – Scary Monsters
4) Beck – Devil’s Haircut
5) The Cranberries – Zombie
6) The Psycedelic Furs – The Ghost In You
7) Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Red Right Hand
8) INXS – Devil Inside
9) No Doubt – Spiderwebs
10) Radiohead – Creep
11) A Flock Of Seagulls – Nightmares
12) The Ramones – Psycho Therapy
13) Oingo Boingo – Weird Science
14) The Police – Murder By Numbers
15) Concrete Blonde – Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)
16) Billy Idol – Flesh For Fantasy
17) Squirrel Nut Zippers – Hell!
18) Talking Heads – Psycho Killer
19) The B-52’s – Devil In My Car
20) U2 – October

Lead vocal: Björn/Frida

Well I was looking at a movie on the TV last night
Then I had a very funny notion, yeah
I really had to write a song about it
And then I’m gonna sing it with my rock’n roll band
And I bet the people gonna like it, yeah
I know that everybody’s gonna shout it

And what a dreadful mighty killer
A big black wild gorilla

We do the King Kong song, won’t you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldn’t go wrong
We do the Kong Kong song, gotta sing along
Can’t you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the King Kong song

Now we can make the jungle out of any old place
We can make gorillas out of people, yeah
Well who can tell a monkey from a monkey?
So people get together, gonna have a good time
Everybody listen to the music, yeah
‘Cause what we’re gonna sing is kinda funky

So let your arms hang down
And waddle all around
Like a dreadful mighty killer
A big black wild gorilla

We do the King Kong song, won’t you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldn’t go wrong
We do the Kong Kong song, gotta sing along
Can’t you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the King Kong song

Like a dreadful mighty killer
A big black wild gorilla

We do the King Kong song, won’t you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldn’t go wrong
We do the Kong Kong song, gotta sing along
Can’t you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the King Kong song

We do the King Kong song, won’t you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldn’t go wrong
We do the Kong Kong song, gotta sing along
Can’t you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the King Kong song

A couple of my friends are seriously talking about wearing latex gloves when they handle their mail at home. I feel silly telling them that they shouldn’t do that – everyone’s scared, the FBI’s apparent failure to make any progress tracking down the culprits is frustrating, nothing they tell us seems very sincere or comforting. You do what you can.
More reasoning below…just rambling