What a Dead Day

Everyone must be Xmased out or something. Only the News from Iraq - where the violence is really bad today. Can't help but wonder how all of that is going to play out.

And what an awful story on the front page of the NYT this morning about slaughtering horses. That almost did me in. I just have a very personal disgust when it comes to eating animals that are our friends - like horses and dogs and cats.

I really need to go back to not eating meat at all. I think I felt a lot better about myself then.

Just kind of a wierd day all around here. But the weather is beautiful. Sunny and warm and not much wind. I hope that lasts.

maybe around the neighborhood, or maybe out at a city park we have nearby.

It's too dangerous. No sidewalks.

But looks like a good afternoon for a nap or reading a good book.

the whole country.

Hint hint.

Have you been outside today? It's beautiful.

I know, I know. I could find a park and walk. But I would have to drive to get there.

Lord, I do have excuses, don't I?

the lounge seems dead today. Maybe everyone ate to much or just want to relax before its back to
the grind.

how to make our damned new gadgets work!

I'm working on reprogramming the Comcast cable remote
control to override the Polaroid TV and CyberHome DVD player.

Polaroid has a 5 digit code, and Comcast only recognizes a 4-digit
code sequence.

Then, there's the DVD player to deal with.

AAARRRGGGHHH!!!

That's what I'm doing today, anyway.

And I use the computer at the library. That stuff is just way beyond me.

Dark Star
words by Robert Hunter; music by Garcia, Kreutzmann, Lesh, McKernan, and Weir
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission.

Dark star crashes
pouring its light
into ashes

Reason tatters
the forces tear loose
from the axis

Searchlight casting
for faults in the
clouds of delusion

shall we go,
you and I
While we can?
Through
the transitive nightfall
of diamonds

Mirror shatters
in formless reflections
of matter

Glass hand dissolving
to ice petal flowers
revolving

Lady in velvet
recedes
in the nights of goodbye

Shall we go,
you and I
While we can?
Through
the transitive nightfall
of diamonds

spinning a set the stars through which the tattered tales of axis roll about the waxen wind of never set to motion in the unbecoming round about the reason hardly matters nor the wise through which the stars were set in spin

A 45 minutes song and so few lyrics...*S* memories...