listening to the noise until it makes sense

I’m in love with these comix. Please go read some. http://www.strange-snow.com/index.html Kinda remind me of Jim’s Journal or King Cat. Or like The Assassin and the Whiner. My favorite kinda thing. Makes me wish I could draw….

Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better. –Andre Gide This quote reminds me of me and Erik’s feelings about art, how we value intuitive as opposed to analytical, how the artist needs to get out of the way. There’s a buddhist idea of Big Mind… Read More »

I made envelopes out of an old San Francisco calender while Erik watched a lecture about Byzantium. I learned a lot about Basil II. Erik made us a dinner I like very much involving pretend beer brats which we call “beanerism.” It’s basically a pretend sausage sandwich, traditionally made on an onion bagel, but today… Read More »

We went to vespers this evening for the first time in more than a month, because of trips and illness and forgetting, and it was wonderful. Swami was sitting on the veranda, small and beautiful in his orange robes, and we shared a wave, beforehand. In hinduism, there’s a belief that just to be looked… Read More »

Yesterday we went to IKEA. We needed some storage materials and got some. Oh, it’s a long walk through IKEA, navigating the route assigned to us, avoiding the slow and the baby strollers, being overwhelmed by the showroom nature of the displays. And does Erik need a new tea kettle, and can I justify two… Read More »

Did you know I have a hard time letting things go? This Poochie compact stands in testament to my weakness. Do you remember Poochie? She is a dog. Thus her name. Those hot pink ponytails are really her ears, I think, and the brown dog in a tutu behind her is the perfect magical touch.… Read More »

Today I copied issue 38 of the zine, washed dishes, and discovered a way to make our own instant oatmeal. Would you like to know? Put some oatmeal in the bowl. Put in the bowl leftover water boiled for tea. Add a couple spoonfulls of instant milk power. Add a shake of cinamon and some… Read More »

Today I wrote a letter to JSK articulate and true. I read Diamond in the Rough #4 and #5, which are journal entries by someone who had bariatric surgery. I’m reading Honeypot #5 which is just brilliant perzine–something very good about dating, relationships, communication. Her frustrations parallel mine. My favorite piece so far is descriptions… Read More »

radiant iceplant with bee you know how eucalyptus is Goleta pier in the evening He hasn’t had the chance to look at these, let alone mess around with them, so I’m posting without permission, and maybe he wouldn’t appreciate the by line, but they’re my favorites.

I wrote letters last night to one Saint Alexander, Ramon, and the person who sent me six zines and something she knitted. I am almost caught up and still owe something to my friend in Finland and the proser in Bishop who sent me two brilliant poems, especially the weird one. I am feeling totally… Read More »