The Rock House

This house, made of stones found in this woods, was built by my mother and her twin sister at the age of 17. At 17 I was not building two story homes with running water from a well they dug themselves; that's a fact. And people make a big deal that a few 16 year old Redding kids built a tree house with a rope latter. Well my momma built a livable home, with slate book shelves, a latter to the second floor, a stone fire place, a kitchen, attic, and upstairs bedroom. My parents briefly lived here. Aunt Grace (my mom's twin) tide two swings in the gorges on each side of this house. One went over water, and when I was younger I would image this land as the escape in the book, "Bridge to Terabithia." This rock house, built by two 90 something pound post adolescent girls, is a testament to the life blood and creative energy in my mother, and the always amazing (aunt) Grace. Both woman had enormous hearts, and never fit in with society.

In the late 80's my Aunt Grace opened the home for troubled teens and they trashed it. The sign said, "All Are Welcome" and it was meant as a retreat for the local, neglected kids. All her good intentions turned bad with no thanks ever given. But she never changed her giving spirit. I praise the energy in her life, and I am happy to know and be a part of such neat-o people as my family. My family and observing them have made me want to write stories down. They made me a recorder of their lives, as well as the few others like them.

Thanks for All the Fried Fish

Here we were this past weekend; watching Daryl graduate with a degree in Art. I burned out there! Busy weekend, but I had some adventures and had those happy chemicals going strong.

Here Comes the Sun

This little Dr. Spock is the newest addition to my
family.  His name is Lucian- Latin for 'light'-
because he is the light in my  life.  Don't let this
picture fool you.  Lucian is an extremely hyperactive,
armature boxer.  His favorite move is the 'battle
roll' in which he stands on his hind legs, jumps at
you, does a flip and lands on his back, only to roll
over and do the gymnastics again.  The kitten is nuts.


One word about someone I love that left the world
recently.  I spent almost 23 years loving a girl that
stuck by me through everything.  Katlor D.  Her
beating heart was like a bank where I stored all the
love I had for everything.  She was who I invested my
love into, and in return she gave me 23 years of a joy
that is indescribable.  She was my Love Generator.
She was the one I thanked God I had every night.  No
one can replace her.  I lost my girl.

About 3 years ago I lost my boy Muffin (a.k.a "Sun").
He died of a broken heart at the age of seven a week
after I left him with my family in Maryland.  We will
never see the likes of these vessels of light again.
God thank you for those 23 years.  And God damn you
that I did not have more time.

Sure Fire Answer for World Peace

Rent MSK3000's "The Prince of Space". The whole world needs to watch this movie. This epic superhero movie (well, the Japanese version of what constitutes a superhero) will open all hearts and minds, destroy our current war torn world, and restore peace to man kind. Wrong Morissey! Love Peace and Harmony are very nice in this world! This movie's release date should be a world wide holiday.

* My favorite line that the Prince of Space delivers is when he is first introduced: "You have come here to rule the universe. You consort with "Crank-hore" (I think that's what he is saying) and I am here to stop you!"

Prince of Space

Life is good. This was taken today off of 101 North- Fern Canon. The scent of those lavender flowers was overwhelming. I'm 29.

On Avenging My Death and Tarantino

Day two of no alcohol. I must admit I had one of the worst nightmares of my life last night. All because I saw the Dutch version of the highly recommended movie (do not see it), "The Vanishing".

Plot spoiler: The sociopath wins and buries some half wit and his wife alive, next to each other, three years apart.

First off these guys (Eli Roth, Quintin Tarantino, etc.) love this movie because it has a very convincing and developed sociopath, and a nihilistic ending. But come on, the good guy was a moron! I hate that. He may be the antithesis of a sociopath, but he understands them to a degree. Yet he willingly drinks poison from a man who says that he is a sociopath and kidnapped his wife (3 years ago) and also says that he likes to do the most evil things he can think of doing to people. Family, friends, loved ones: don't drink poison from a sociopath three years after my disappearance! Just avenge my death and go about your business.

Second, this movie uses elements from early Alfred Hitchcock as well as some later Twilight Zones. My problem with Tarantino is that he is more of an editor then a film maker- most of his films borrow from Hitchcock, obscure foreign movies, and of course martial arts movies. The man is gifted with the best dialogue an American audience has for this generation, but still he loves these past directors a bit too much. Still a genius, but not my favorite. Below (later) I will list some old Twilight Zones to download. Now I've got things to do!

*Later
Just ask me yourself. A word to the wise though, out of the new and old Twilight Zones, Amazing Stories, and Alfred Hitchcock stay away from Amazing Stories. Spielberg has that whole Disney formula going on.

Human Zoos

My dear friend Alex posted a link to his blog, "Antiwarzone" to the right, so check it out. He also posted links to other writers and it's cool because I like them all (well I don't even know the name of one but I'll check it out). Ezra Pound is a genius (bravo Alex!). However I know this random fact about him that is worth writing down.

Ezra Pound was an extreme anti-Semite an supporter of Mussolini's Fascist Italy during World War Two.

*No Allen Ginsburg, he never reformed. He hated Jews till the end.

Anyway, he just could not shut up about Mussolini and he lost. Got hung and had his body beaten by his own country men. They also captured Ezra Pound. What they did with him is interesting.

Ezra Pound's poem "The Metro" is just a few lines long:

THE apparition of these faces in the crowd;

Petals on a wet, black bough.

Took a entire year to write and he scrapped seventeen pages to edit it down to those two lines! He discovered T.S. Elliot and knew James Joyce. Elliot even dedicated "The Waste Land" to Pound, siting in the opening line "To Ezra, the better craftsman".

The Allies forces captured him and put him in a cage on display in, I think, Seattle Washington. He had some sign up to warning the public that this is what happens when you can't keep your K-hole shut about fascism. Ezra Pound was on display, like a gorilla in a cage, for seven days before the academic world protested enough to transfer him into a different cage: They said he was insane (he was definitely not) and he spent the rest of his life in a mental hospital. Despite his weird hatred of the always awesome Jewish race (the people that I have known and studied at least) and despite his political beliefs, he was a great genius of a poet, so check out some of his writing. And stay away from fascism!