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Friday, March 31, 2006
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No Butter, Only Mayo.
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As I sit here and think about the future of this blog and where I want to go from where I've been I am at a loss for what to type. I should call this place No Butter, Only Mayo.
As you know I have deleted the past posts.
I'm not in any way interested in repeating myself, but isn't that what humans do.
Tell the same old lame stories over and over.
What does it all really mean in the end?
I don't do this for you. I did it for me. And now I don't know if doing it for me is enough.
Some research says that artists are like schizophrenics. And both artists and schizos get laid more than normal folk. Ummm what?
I wish I could live wild in the woods, barefooted and covered in mud. Let bugs crawl over my skin.
Not really. Seriously who would want that. I like my soft warm bed. I love showers. The smell of soap. Even it's taste. You know that soap residue that always stays on your skin.
But one day in the mud in the woods with the bugs would be nice.
Whoa, retro song on iTunes... flash back to times where life seemed so miserable at the time, but now seems so mystical and free. Funny how songs can transport you to moments, memories in time. I had that Honeydrippers song in my head the last few days... now it's been replaced with Secret Separation by The Fixx.
I used to love the sun. Bake forever in it. Laying staring at the sky. Counting clouds. I swore I was one with nature. I could talk to the trees then. They have their own language.
If you stare long enough at the trees you can see them breathing. You can see them looking back at you. You can hear their secret language. Even when I young and was singing "You touched my heart so deeply, you rescued me... Now free me" and the neighbours thought I was crazy, the trees still loved me and told me I was on to something.
Sadly I'm allergic to most things at this time of year. Mowed lawns make my immune system freak. Funny how the things I love the most are the things that seemingly are out to get me. Like pollen has it out for me. Just me. Right. Like everything, it all revolves around me. Not.
But the flowers talk to me too. The entire earth does. The basic gist is she hates us. I don't blame her. I tell her I hate us too. And we purr in contentment that we share this loathing of humanity.
Now iTunes is playing The Alarm, and I'm off in another time... where everyone made fun of me, and still somehow the earth and I still survived... "I love to feel the rain on my face" |
pre-written & posted by Barbara Doduk & scheduled to publish @
7:07 PM
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I'm allergic to everything in the spring as well but it's one of my favorite seasons. It's good to vent and we all need a channel to do it, so... fuck everyone who doesn't read what you take the time to to write.
Dreamz
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"...she hates us. I don't blame her. I tell her I hate us too. And we purr in contentment that we share this loathing of humanity."
Ha, exactly what I was talking about. Not much to collectively love about a mob-ruled life form.
Curious word, "humanity", two of it's meanings are almost direct opposites of each other.
hu·man·i·ty
1 : the quality or state of being humane
4 : the human race : the totality of human beings
And as a bonus example to tie in with my comment about horrible values fed to society, as well as the corporate hijacking of anything meaningful to be turned into nonsensical marketing babble, we have this link graciously provided to us alongside the dictionary definition of "humanity":
http://www.revolveclothing.com/brandpages/CitizensOfHumanityJeans.jsp
And yet we still keep trying, striving to morph the individual good into a collective good...
Ron
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i love that you are reading back like this ron.
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You're interesting, I'm bored - a match made in Heaven.
Either that, or "Have nose, will snoop".
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
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My mom has parrots. Yes, more than one. Four actually.
Parrots do look like little dinosaurs when you think about it... but that's for some researcher to prove one way or another. not me. not here. and not now. What really struck me about parrots... mom was cleaning the cages when I called so squawks were coming in the background and she had to go... so I'm sitting here thinking about parrots, and what really struck me about them was how long those little suckers live. She has a Macaw named Cookie. Cookie can live up to 50+ years in captivity. 50+ years.
"The decision to have a macaw as a pet should be seen as a life-long commitment, as it will likely be a companion for life and many even outlive their human keepers."
My cats are all in the 10s now. Ten+ years of cat love. Pets can be such companions. Such commitments. Such love.
Even if they are a little bitey.
I've always been an animal person. You can tell your pets anything, be anything and they'll still love you. They'll still snuggle up next to you in bed or steal your pillow and stick their ass in your face because they adore you even if you snore. And I snore.
I think cleaning up their crap is worth it.
I had a terrible headache yesterday. So bad I felt like I was going to vomit. I still had it when I woke up this morning and the kitties loved me and snuggled me and made it hurt a little less.
Yup, I'll take the scooping up cat shit in return for the purrs and kitties kisses on the head any day, any how. Speaking of which I am being summoned to the litter box... a present for me to clean up. Off to scoop poop. In the name of love. |
pre-written & posted by Barbara Doduk & scheduled to publish @
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You know, I've wondered about Macaws myself. I'm amazed that a lot of them have to have future guardiens noted in wills. If I could snuggle a Macaw like I do my kitty I'd get one. Then I'd never have to lose my pet. Mind you, kitties have soft fur and I like that better than feathers.
Peanut learned how to use the kitty door today. I gave in to his rediculously strong desire to be outside. Now he thinks he's so smart. It's so cute ,o)
I'm going to email you about some 4Phatkatz work ,o)
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aww... Peanut sounds so cute. have you seen that blog called Stuff On My Cat? it's my new favorite blog.
http://www.stuffonmycat.com/
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Monday, March 27, 2006
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Phase 2
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in the vast digitalevolution of mankind.
i wish i was great with words...
gone is the photoblog. i appreciate those of you who joined... most of all Rich for constantly adding his material. i have intentions for future adventures but for now i didn't see that going anywhere useful and it was taking up room in my life. so i bulldozered it.
same can be said of the poetry blog. who really digs poetry. i do, but in this place and time, where our lives are about so much surface and so less substance, well, even the greatest of poets couldn't get love even if they did a commercial during Superbowl.
and yes, i have deleted the history of this place too.
years of letters and sentences, it is only words after all...
i read a lot as a child. lost in words. i was explaining a book that stood out most graphically in my mind. haunted me as a child... about mutants and a man named the Spider Man. but i couldn't recall the title... people would look at me weird when i'd explain it.
but the other day i remembered the girl in the story had six toes... and i was quite certain the mutants were caused by radiation... anyway i found the book title finally... John Wyndham's The Chrysalids. i must one day obtain a copy for my book collection. it's aka title is Re-Birth. |
pre-written & posted by Barbara Doduk & scheduled to publish @
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Glad to see you alive again. I had wondered what you were up to. I was going to give you a call tonight but I nodded off on the couch. Oi... can't seem to get enough sleep these days :\
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John Wyndham- wow! someone who reads the oldies- I'm 56 so to me not so old.Anyway, I commented on a more recent entry in your blog about Spencer, and you might like to take a look at the site of a poet I met through Spencer -Savannah Skye He site is http://geocities.com/savvy1007/
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thanks for the comments Roger, and the poet link. i love poetry.
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Tim
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Sunday, March 26, 2006
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In My Life - The Beatles
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There are places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I'll love you moreLabels: Beatles |
pre-written & posted by Barbara Doduk & scheduled to publish @
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change and transition is so painful...if we could walk around the park, b, i would hold your hand and simply listen
my thoughts are with you, remember those that love you.
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fantastic song B. I missed you and was worried about you. I lost your e-mail addy.
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B.. Friends forever.. Remember this. Although we have never met, in the real. I feel as though I have known you forever. Please stay in touch.
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There you are! I was getting worried too. Glad to see you're back. Smoochies back at ya!
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Some of the most awe-inspiring lyrics ever penned by the legend that was John.
My Father and I have sung this song a hundred times.
Trans Atlantic Connection.
Peace to your beautiful soul B, keep illuminating the world with it....
Antony
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thanks everyone.
smoochies to the smoochies.
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A personal view of the world from a hopeful human being longing for a world of love, for an earth called Unity. Barbara Doduk was born in and resides in Vancouver British Columbia Canada and writes about her life, her city and her views on the world.
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I'm allergic to everything in the spring as well but it's one of my favorite seasons. It's good to vent and we all need a channel to do it, so... fuck everyone who doesn't read what you take the time to to write.
Dreamz