The Persistence of Memory

Lemon 714

Juxtapose

Let's get juxtaposed.

Zoophile

Souvenir

If you've ever been to the zoo, perhaps you know this ritual.

Papasundae

NYC, April 1981

Lilli

Lost

Robin

Our mothers are sisters.

Cousins

We hadn't seen each other in 17 years.

FYI

Just a little update: I am currently without a camera. In addition, my scanner isn't functioning, so I can't post anything that isn't already on my computer. (With these most recent pictures I have used the camera of the person I was visiting and then had the camera's owner email me the pictures--quite a time-consuming endeavor. So thank you for your efforts Jim and Leslie!)

I am figuring out where I want this blog to go. Writing more...sharing more in the way of thoughts, experiences...

We'll see.
(Unfortunately, I've just spent way too much time writing yet ANOTHER letter I'll never actually send, so don't gear yerselves up for any lengthy post in the next day or so. It just ain't gonna happen. DO consider the possibility, however, that I may someday publish my email 'Draft' folder. There's enough in it for quite a lengthy tome. Thrills. Chills. A carnival of sorts...

In the meantime I'll see what, if anything, I can conjure up from the OSX-files.

Milwaukee's Best

Donovan and Leslie

Mystery White Boy

The soundtrack of his childhood.

Mourning Theft

Time takes care of the wound
So I can believe
You had so much to give
You thought I couldn’t see

Gifts for boot heels to crush
Promises deceived
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Your eyes and body brighten
Silent waters, deep
Your precious daughter in the
Other room, asleep

A kiss goodnight from every
Stranger that I meet
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Morning theft
Unpretender left
Ungraceful

True self is what
Brought you here, to me
A place where we can
Accept this love

Friendship battered down by
Useless history
Unexamined failure

What am I still to you
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen
Whose chances were few?

Love brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir

You’re a woman, I’m a calf
You’re a window, I’m a knife
We come together
Making chance into starlight

Meet me tomorrow night
Or any day you want
I have no right to wonder
Just how, or when

And though the meaning fits
There’s no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend

I had to send it away
To bring her back again.

Jeff Buckley
November 17, 1966-May 29, 1997

Ear Brassiere

It's post-surgical sexy.

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Injured

Nothing I did seemed to help.

Inside Pandora's Box

Hope sole remain'd within, nor took her flight,

Beneath the vessel's verge conceal'd from light.

Goodnight Sweet Angel

Goodnight, Baby.
It's way past your bedtime.