I've recently taken on a personal interest of collecting and transcribing letters written home from my great grandfather in Japan during World War II. He was, as I am told, an ultra right wing republican, believing firmly that the United States was benevolent in all its doings and foreign relations. It enlightened me, then, to read and transcribe ( Read more... )

NO HANDS was a presentation that a collection of Rams performed at the Richard Hugo House in Capitol Hill recently. Here's some pictures of the performance...

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Leave me be until I learn something.

I’ve got a lot to go before I know something.

I’ve too much time spent in nothing and

Too many times spent in something

That I thought I knew.

In bliss we're deafened. We don't have the ears to hear the cries of far away, because they aren’t reality to us. Our eyes seek pictures to show us the portrait of evil ( Read more... )

My anger has exploded tonight. It boiled and burst. I lost it, and I rarely do. I cursed, and I yelled maniacally like a raging lion. And I rarely do. I lost it completely ( Read more... )

Perhaps under all the layers and veils of religion and spirituality there is an undulating current beneath that binds all together. No one will recognize it because of all the dogmas, principles, rules, regulations and fundamentals of organized religion; and of all the cynisicm and pessimistic life views of those who call themselves agnostic; and ( Read more... )

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Recently I went around town taking shots of the immediate universe...


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I finished watching a fabulous movie tonight called "I'm Not Rappaport." It stars Walter Matthau and Ossie Davis, two great actors who deserve to be admired. It was originally written as a play by Herb Gardner, and it is one of the most comedic and linguistically wonderful movies I've seen in awhile. For those of you who know, Walter Matthau played ( Read more... )