and the world spins madly on...

lveo and peace in 2010!

handmade nation

there's a screening in providence on january 15

It is better to give.

We made a nativity in our attic
because we thought the pics would look cool.
here they are...

i still see a lot of life in you*

The Copenhagen Climate Summit didn't work out...
and I then had this crazy dream*

Moments

I didn't create this but I thought you all would like to see it. It was made by the New York public radio (WNYC) team that does my favorite podcast: RADIOLAB

perusal

define pining. the very mention

of a place. a month you'd

so long looked forward to's

gone by. you're singing

in the shower without

the shower without

the singing. actually

you're just walking

down the street. how far

into recollection do you peruse

to summon a past

evening to make it

linger to hold

you over

rachel is there with the black umbrella

cat's cradle

"there is love enough in the world for everybody, if people will just look. i am proof of that." - kurt vonnegut, jr.

11-12-09

There's no doubt about it. I'm in a bit of a rut. I'll spare you the details because as someone smarter than I am recently pointed out, if you walk down street and get drenched then you're a fool to think it's only raining above your own head. Anyway, I wrote this a year ago and the nostalgia is still somewhat comforting.

11/23/08
I'm on a train somewhere in the Czech Republic. My mind often has trouble keeping up with the passage of space/time. I close my eyes and I wake up on the floor of my Aunt Wilodene's Indiana house. It's humid and I can hear crickets.
I wake up in Chengdu and rush down 5 flights of stairs to class. Dragonflies as big as your fist buzz by my ear.
I wake up on the hardwood floor of a hostel in Kangding, my body is covered with couch pillows and I'm shivering.
I'm dozing off in the back of a truck parked outside of Bethany's house in Keiser, Oregon.
Close my eyes and I'm straining to read Visions of Duluoz by moonlight on someone's couch in Salt Lake City.
I wake up to the smell of something perpetually burning and I'm in the study room at Emerald Cove.
Squeeze my eyes shut and I'm watching the sunset on a rooftop in Sevilla although the night is just as warm as if the sun were high in the sky.
I'm in San Diego and it's 5AM and time to get up and go to work.
I'm in Belfast but I just want to sleep.
I'm in Dun Flodigarry and the sunrise is too alluring to do so against a backdrop of the Quirangs jutting from the Northern Sea.
I'm in Oxford and it's snowing outside my 3rd story window. I turn the space heater towards me, roll over, and go back to sleep.

The train lurches to a halt and I gotta make my connection.

calls from home

from the good folks at Thousand Kites,
via Paula D:

Dear Friends,

We are asking you to take a minute to call in a message to the 2.3 million people who are behind bars this holiday season.

It's easy. Call our toll-free line at 877-518-0606 anytime from now until December 7th.

An answering machine will record your message. Your call will broadcast on over 200 radio stations across the country. Don't worry if you mess up because we will edit the calls.

This is the 10th year for "Calls From Home," a program that connects family members to their loved ones in prison and educates the public about the criminal justice system. Hundreds of family members, former prisoners, staff, and citizens call in songs, poems, and messages of hope.

For more information, visit www.callsfromhome.org

i like this drawing

Peter Doig, Camp Forestia 1996. Pastel on paper, 7 7/8 x 9 1/2" (20 x 24.1 cm)

Mindfulness

December Named "National Awareness Month"

"This December we're asking that all Americans stop whatever it is they're doing, and take a moment to open their eyes for once — just once — in their lives. It'll make all the difference in the world." — The Onion