all i want

is a state of hope.

some talk.

a bunch of laughing.

a time machine.

a shield.

plants that i can chew that will clear my head.

a kanga sauna.

sun in an empty room.

the abililty to write a legitimate apology letter.

potential good jobs

• letterpress operator
• traveller
• used bookstore owner
• lumberjack
• composer (piano)
• author (fiction)
• piano tuner
• painter
• archaeologist
• fashion designer
  
• filmmaker
• researcher (romantic science)
• carpenter
  
• potter
• bed and breakfast operator
• resort reviewer for high-end travel magazine
  

it sunned, then it rained, then it sunned again...

where am i? what am i doing? what did i do?

saying that everything "happens for a reason" is a total cop out.

when i walked up behind her...

she had no idea it was coming.. i grabbed the back of her sweater and tore it over her perfect shoulder blades and up over the top of her real head until her eyes were covered with the wool. she panicked and spun around and gasped for breath even though i wasn't covering her mouth. she fell down in the dirt and covered her knees and somehow got a bunch of dirt on her face and looked like a kid with chocolate cake smeared on her cheeks... her stomach was a cavern. the contracting muscles echoed down deep in her guts. pulsing back and forth. her eyes were locked on bright colours. she was dancing and screaming out loud on a country road and her jeep was out of gas and she called her father and he brought her some gas and fixed things up a little and he was a real father figure for her that night.

moving architecture

this skirt is the triangle skirt.
it looks like the fabric is being all bunched up because of the red triangles but really it's fine.
i just have to finish the waist and it's complete.
the next skirt is going to be very nice.

inside my stomach there is a banjo playing

we do go crazy in winter.
we go crazy in the spring.
we are crazy in the summer.
pull the reins and be older and hang on but enjoy it.

i've been writing this song for a friend, and myself, and now everyone... i can only think that it is aimed at some people more then others.

i am trying to fine tune things.
think a lot more about thinking a lot less.
read more.
not so much to read more but just so i know i'm tuning out all the static that stops me from reading more.
i have sat-tues off all summer and that is pretty much the greatest thing going.
two days at the cottage with friends and family and then two days by myself.
finish a record.
a stack of books.
all of the wine.
in the entire world.


(untitled) song for friends.

i'm going to pull this string.
going to pull it tight from both ends.
going to hear it sing.
it's going to sing everything is going to be alright, tonite.

when the moon comes up.
you and your lover you will cheer up.
don't worry, your worries will become light.
so the two of you, hang in, hold hands and breathe light.

i'm going to watch you bend.
going to watch you fold yourself in two.
then i'm going to send out friends.
they are going to bring you back they're going to save you, tonite.

when the moon comes up.
you and your lover you will cheer up.
don't worry, your worries will become light.
so the two of you, hang in, hold hands and breathe light.

breathe light friends.

oh jennifer jason leigh

today my bicycle was freed from the shackles of winter. it danced down the back alley upon flat tires but was ambitious nonetheless. spent the afternoon walking in the park by the river. shooting super 8. getting to pretend it was twenty years ago. hooked up my record player again. spent time with Thanksgiving. mixed John's jazz band. caught up on some much needed cleaning. changed my clothes three times today. had cream soup. watched some films. the Beachhouse windows were all wide open. recorded the church bells for the third sunday in a row. forgot how easy it is to be content stopping everything when the sun is shining on me. off to bed. sleep and then the bright lights of the television studio.
if i make it through april then the summer is here and we can all just forget about how crazy we get in the winter.
now let us pray.