Run, don’t walk, to the Portland waterfront festival

Hot shizzle, watch out

Wonder where humanity will be when the computing tech of an iPhone can fit into a diamond earring. What will we choose to look like?

Drawing Dreams

What if sleep is death?

And death can be conquered

by a lucid mind

painting its own heaven

(a mysterious door

that opens to bright deep parts

flowing currents of sharp,

soft pillows,

blue meadows of laser lilies)

If sleep is exit

from shining life,

dreams paint a path—

staring down eternity

in mansions made of puzzles

that one has to believe—all the time—

waking with meaning,

flying on the wings of

intention

by E Bacon

June 4, 2005

50Ft Queenie by Pj Harvey

This was just prior to an extended, knock-down-drag-’em-out pillow fight, you must understand. Lucky I got a modestly unblurry shot.