Please say it ain't so. Dennis Hopper now appearing in the new Gap ads on tv. Dennis, you keep testing the boundaries of good taste. Stop it.
The Webby Awards nominees have just been announced today. Stop by and vote (or write in) your choice for best of the web. Winners will be announced June 18, in San Francisco at The California Palace of the Legion of Honor.
I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
Ever feel trapped?
I enjoy being up on a Saturday morning reading the news, drinking my espresso. There's a slight breeze through the walnut trees outside my dining room window and the day is still undecided if it will be cloudy or sunny.
HB and Skyler are still asleep. Skyler's ADHD medicine doesn't seem to be doing much good. Her doctor changed the dosage; hopefully that will help her. It's strange to see her at this woman/child stage of the game---almost 14 now. Needing me/but hating me. Isn't that the teenage way? I'm quite tolerant of most of her ways, which gives her more reason to hate me. Two old hippies raising a daughter with love and way too much understanding for her to appreciate just yet. Still I feel blessed...
The comment area will not be operating properly until approximately May 1st, as I understand it. But my test post did allright. I do apologize for the inconvenience oh so sincerely.
CNN.com - Trucker charged with kidnapping
A truck driver accused of beating and forcibly holding his former girlfriend for more than a year was charged with kidnapping Wednesday in a central Georgia court.
The indictment came down hours after a judge set bond at $25,000 for Shannon Jones on a separate aggravated assault charge.
Jones, 26, did not immediately post bond. Officials with the Laurens County Sheriff's Department said the suspect would not likely be released, given the kidnapping charge. A bond hearing on the charge is expected in the coming days.
Asked what he thought of the accusations made by Kittena Shaddix, 25, that he held her against her will, Jones said, "Let her say what she wants."
Does she even have to SAY anything? Isn't just looking at her enough? The guy is the most obscene bastard I've seen in a long time. I guess he'll be out soon with that $25K bond. That is most disgusting. I hope the lady soon heals inside and out. Damn.
AlterNet
With 75,000 marchers in D.C., up to 50,000 in San Francisco and thousands more across the country, this weekend's anti-war rallies surprised organizers and authorities alike.
If I was 30 years younger, I would have probably been there. Protesting and standing for a cause were important to me when I was younger and much more passionate. I really felt like my generation could do some good--change the world. I suppose we did, but there's much work left to be done. We began the fight for Women's Lib, as it was first called. But do women get treated equally in the work place? Did we pass the mantle down to our children; this generation? I certainly hope so.
puppetry of the penis
I just caught this on HBO and it's an absolute riot. Two men performing the ancient art of genital origami onstage to the audience's delight. The guys unashamedly display their genitals into all kinds of shapes, such as a hamburger, Eiffel Tower, baby bird, Loch Ness Monster, a snail, wristwatch, and many more. The two founders hail from Australia and tour now worldwide to sold out shows. Un-real...
excitement builds for $325 million prize
On CNN Does everyone have the fever? I certainly hope some deserving souls get to cash in on the prizes.
tricky dick's guide to drinking and toking
"In newly released transcripts, Richard Nixon and Art Linkletter struggle to fathom the differences between demon rum and dope."
On Salon
Awwwwww, ain't that sweet. And it's not even my birthday or anything.
If today were a man, he'd be a lumberjack. Dressed in greys and blacks. A coarse, curly beard and dirty fingernails---broken laces, dust on his boots. Certainly you can smell him before he comes into view.
I wonder what Steve's day is like today. He's at work and I thought I'd hear from him by now, but I haven't. Skyler went back to school after a long Spring Break. She was ready to see her friends. It's so damn quiet here today. The sound of guilt is deafening.
Well, whaddaya know? Skyler used Nair for the first time the other day and she broke out in blisters on her upper leg. That sure is some mean shit. When it burned, she tried to wash it off. She's always wanted to try it out. Guess it's back to the razor for her.
Friday night. Usually a time of anticipation. Talking together with friends to decide what we're going to do tonight. Not like that now. I did so much living between the time I was 17 until I was around 37. That song from the Liza Minelli movie, "Cabaret" was my theme song.
"I used to have a girlfriend known as Elsie.
With whom I shared a sordid room in Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact, she rented by the hour
The day she died, the neighbors came to snicker
Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor
But when I saw her laid out like a queen
She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
When I die-------I'm going like Elsie
MY FRIDAY FIVE - April 5, 2002
1. What are the first things that you do in the morning to start your day? Check on everyone, change my clothes, feed the dogs and cat, take my vitamins & other such stuff, sit down with some coffee and cigarettes and watch the morning news.
2. What are the last things that you do at night before going to bed? Tidy up, lay out clothes, turn off lights, check on pets, kiss Skyler, and fall asleep with the tv on.
3. What daily routine have you recently added to your day? Pretty much been doing the same old shit every day.
4. What routine do you wish you get rid of? That getting up and going to work thing.
5. What's the one thing that makes you feel like something is missing if you don't do it some point within your day? I have to have hugs and kisses from my husband and daughter, really just time with them, or what's the point?
My daughter is strange sometimes---but in a good way, I suppose. She was fussing with her dad over a stuffed animal one moment and threatening to bitch slap the neighbor boy the next.
Just returned from the klinik---didn't see anyone today. Friends, or Robin.....was really hoping to run into Robin, my sister. Skyler rode with me this morning. She's still out for Spring Break. She seems to have such healthy self esteem for a 13 year old. She's really getting more fun to hang out with and knows how to make me laugh. I hope we always have this closeness. So today, I am grateful for Skyler and the ultimate joy she's brought into my life.
April? And do I have my taxes done? Probably not.....thinking about my sister, Robin, tonight. She's extremely ill. I want to hear her voice and see her face all the time, but she doesn't live near me anymore. And she really doesn't feel like getting on the pc very much either. That's fucked up. If she knew how much it meant to me just to get a few words from her more often, I believe she'd try harder. It's what I need. Is that selfish? Maybe it's harder on her than I realize. But I really need to hear and see her. I really love her so much. I don't think I've really told her that lately. I think I'll do just that.....
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