Finally

I'm Here! ::is grinning very largely::

Guess Where I'm Going!

I GET TO GO BE WITH MY SISTER FOR A WEEK!!!!!!!!!

Happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy... yes, I'm happy :-)

Quote of the Day #3

(In a coversation talking about the computer)
Joy: Gimme... Gimme... Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme gravy tonight
Bethany: Why should I give it to you
Joy: Because I love you
Bethany: Why else
Joy: Because I'm going to watch CSI, and I'll make you breakfast burritos, and I had to suffer... I just don't know what I'm going to do! And because I'm getting fat, fat, fat, fat.
Bethany: He he he
Joy: Gimme!!! Do you want to see a grown gir l cry? My compooter I want my compooter... I want, I want my compooter... I want, I want, I want, a breakfast burrito
Bethany: What else do you want?
Joy: I want your mom
Bethany: JOY!!
Joy: who you talking to? I want you to be quiet about me... Is it Emily Duncan? I want my boyfriend to kiss me pasionately under the stars, I want Bethany's toe ring to be permanantly mine. I want whoever you talking to to quite being such a butt face... who are you talking to. I want to run around naked and yell hip hip hooray it's saint patricks day. I want to watch CSI. I want bethany to give me my gosh darn computer. I want a pumpkin. I want some cranberry juice because it cleanse out your urinary tract. who are you talking about? Is it Emily Duncan? let me see! Let me see...
Bethany: Just a sec, I gotta finish typing what you said.
Joy: gimme gimme, bethany, gimme, do I need to come over hear and take it from you, do I need to come over hear and flash you my sexy butt? Don't write that... DON"T WRITE THAT, are you writing that, don't write that.
Bethany: Our lives have never been the same since Xanga

A First (Part 3)

I am doing progressively better. Incredibly sore, but almost completely off the pain meds, and doing ok. I can lean forward about another inch or two I think which is good, at least a little progress. That's all. :-)

Tom Stone

A good place to visit if you want to see portraits that will challenge the way you see, is the Tom Stone Gallery. You can also pick him up where I first found him, on flickr.

This is what he says: " i photograph people who skirt the edges of things; people whose connection to the broader flow is murky or obscured. mistaken as more, less or different than they are; they aren’t really seen and don’t really belong. that’s everyone sometimes; but some more often. i try to establish a line for a moment. i hope to connect. and i see the most beautiful and the most heartbreaking things.

to my thinking, the original human trauma is our separation. we are too close not to need each other; and too far to trust each other. we rely on dubious senses and clever devices to interact; but we are alone in our thoughts. lonely, insecure and uncertain; we pair, we group, we associate. we try to belong and we seek to exclude. we form bonds by geography, religion, economy and otherwise. but it is all precarious. we come together and we drive apart.

and we climb our ladder. we step away from those who don’t belong and help those who do. we are connected rung by rung – though less and less – as we push and pull. but some do not climb; and below, the earth is littered with them. they fit too poorly. they stand apart. they stand without.

and what of them; these ones who don’t belong or who are excluded; who don’t fit or don’t try? is there nothing they value? is there nothing of them we value? i count it as a measure of our ignorance, the depth of poverty in the world. it’s a glaring marker to how far we have not come. yet it has also driven our advance; on less fortunate backs and against less fortunate fate.

but is there really no connection there? does such fate – whether choice or circumstance – speak nothing of us? tell me we do more than advance in place; with so many left behind. or promise me we can do better. say we can reflect ourselves; us and them... that we can see the ways we overlap and distinguish the ways we grow apart. and pledge that we can learn; to fit all of our misshapes; to reward value beyond charity and beyond the marketplace; to be better to each other; to be better ourselves. and promise me it could be a better world. or tell me we are at our best."