went to church this morning in the old gym... stuffy on plastic chairs with about forty football players... who don't seem to know the words... but they were off to volunteer their time and work in a good cause all day... so... the words'll come... soon enough

what happened to the ... over at fyp... i gradually suddenly moved away from ... because the single . made more sense and looks... healthier... for now... in poems ... just got old... and redundant but will almost certainly show up again... now and then.

finally posted... Post Road Magazine: Issue #8 | Spring/Summer, 2004... with some samples from the magazine...

yesterday before the rain the sky took an unusual shape... the clouds i mean of course... striations... what looked like long silky strings... these lines that rolled and curved like a two-dimensional wave... worth watching for a long while until they turned into an ordinary shower...

they don't show up so well here... you'll just have to take my word... don't recall ever seeing such before...

dom & i had a great visit & dinner last evening with sr. grace henneberry...

looked like a black crawfish... perfect... on the path.. so i nudged it back into the grass with my foot... i should have just picked it up with my fingers... can't remember the last time i handled even a worm... i need to start touching stuff... more

always... always... liked red grooms... The New York Times > Thomas Hoving reviews 'Red Grooms': The Man Who Makes a Ruckus of New York (free registration probably required)

The young artist may or may not have come across Claes Oldenburg's killer call ''for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap and still comes out on top. . . . I am for an art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates and splits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself.'' But it was Grooms who best realized that dream.

Los Angeles Times - Obituaries - Dr. Craig Laurence Weaver:

Weaver, Dr. Craig Laurence
Born Dec. 22, 1953 in Long Beach, CA. Died July 3, 2004. A life long resident of Long Beach, Dr. Weaver was a well loved husband and father and a respected dentist practicing in Los Alamitos. A graduate of UCLA and Northwestern University Dental School, he was active in Los Altos Little League and built the League Clubhouse facility in El Dorado Park. The Craig L. Weaver field was named in his honor. Survivors include his wife Pamela and his three children Kelly Murphy (Greg), Casey, and Kristen. Mother Marilyn Miller (Vern), brothers Curt, Cory, Cliff Weaver, step brothers Jon and Jerry Miller. Remembrance Service will be held at El Dorado Park baseball field at 2pm, Monday July 12. Bring your own chair. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to Wilson Baseball, 4400 E. 10th St. Long Beach, CA 90804 Attn: Andy Hall.
Published in the Los Angeles Times on 7/9/2004.

i'm not in love with any book right now... and this bothers me...

Fewer Noses Stuck in Books in America, Survey Finds (via dumbfoundry)

"We should be alarmed, I suppose, but the horse has long since run out of the barn. There are two distinct cultures that have evolved, and by far the smaller is the one that's tied up with book and high culture. You can get through American life and be very successful without anybody ever asking you whether Shylock is an anti-Semitic character or whether `Death in Venice' is better than `The Magic Mountain.' "

There is thunder but you'll think I'm adding things, so I'll leave out the thunder.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BETH!!!

and o... the wild bergamot is back...

took a picture walk this afternoon... full images should open in a new window...

now chris murray's tex files has got me thinking about school again... and it's a good feeling... i just might steal some of this...

And then we did a lesson by reading and discussing Langston Hughes's 'Theme for English B' (poem posted below)--as an example of argument, especially for its flexible rhetorical use of assumptions that resonate as two-way/give-take--like a form of dialogue yet more since it weaves multiple perspectives into its themes and argument.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BETH!!!

cool enough for ya? ... needed a sweatshirt for the walk this morning... an excellent blue morning full of birds and bunnies and wild flowers... my knee is slowly getting back to some kind of shape... i hope... it's still kind of iffy on the inclines... dom now weighs officially two pounds less than i do... he tells me to stop eating after dinner... and he is wise in that... i'll try... but the bugger also sneaks off to the fitness center after mass... for an extra workout on the bike or treadmill...

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after a tiny bit of soul-searching... i've decided to put This Journal to sleep... just haven't got the energy... focus... will-power... whatever... to keep it going as it should have been going...

this may lead to some different use of this present blug... we'll see...

American Farmland Trust National Conference: Farming on the Edge

sad news from mom that my nephew Greg's father-in-law died suddenly this morning... prayers for everyone...

tomorrow is v. m.'s birthday... if you haven't visited the most excellent Mayakovsky and His Circle... do it right now... or real soon... to celebrate this cloud in trousers

sitting here in wonder... at the clash... and sandinista!... when was it... 80? and it holds up to the times... these times pretty well... musically... and politically... and there's so much of it... to hear... and dance

50 worst songs of great rockers.

the boats came...


and there were fireworks...

PHOTOLOGY - Henri Cartier - Bresson