Saturday, August 25, 2007

Ultrasound


Amazing technology to use sonar waves to create a picture. This was taken a few days ago by the nurse midwife. I outlined the image in white to show better definition. You can faintly see the spine, arms and legs. I laughed because the little thing would'nt hold still long enough to get its measurements...but the midwife said I might be further along than I thought. Anyway, what a profound moment to view an alive being within my own. Quite emotional and beautiful. Thought to send the picture along to you all.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Cicada





Cumulus male

at work in the cottonwood

calling a lover;


his circadian belly

primed to awaken

one sleeping female.


Oven-breath from Coho

is temperature of his sex call:

one hundred and ten


ecstatic frizz-songs

underscore broad-headed yearning

in a chain letter


where buzz begets buzz.

Where all males sing at once

in a dream of electric coitus:


the old tale

of consummation’s wonder

that end’s in raspy death

on a red desert floor.

ode to the bean

the grace of the bean.
simple lines wavy body
true green,
cousin flat long and pale yellow
snap clean watery crunch
flavor mellow
and then there is green in purple’s glory
thin in it’s color
casting a flurry

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Seattle

Sitting in RR's apartment, with Myo, Mitchell, Becca, RR, Mark, Stacey, Kaia, Sophi, and myself--Reese. Free association thinking, here goes.

Burger full belly, flower laden allergies, sunkist and tired, adidas in blue and tai-chi too. No more carne, thinking about converting to Judaism. Chasing my tail in circles and finding nowhere to square myself. Hello Utah, hello Bee(f), do you know my name.

come visit (please stay home). m.
the weather is lugubrious.

On November first nineteen fifty two she opened to a full house. Incubate at zero degrees to ten degrees Celsius for ten minutes to three days. but if you include your refutation for the final piece of support remember that it may linger in your reader's mind for some time. so make it as strong and convincing as possible. Now bring to mind all the people you know....

He walks into suggestiveity into spaces, into the illumination and I walk with him.

Stacey said:
I don't know, don't say that, stop.
Withdrawal.

Sophi:
Hi!

Mark:
Trigonometry is the study of triangles in planes, specifically right-angle triangles with planes.

Kaia:
A quote:
"Be the change you want to see in the world." -Mahatma Ghandi

RR:
Why?

Myo:
I breathe you in, if I could breathe.

Mitchell:
The bite of conscience, is like the bite of a dog upon a rock. It does no good whatsoever.

I didn't do that, said my pride. Never mind, I didn't do that one.

Mark:
(a riddle) Man hears a bell, man wakes up, man hears a bell again, man dies.

Reese:
So long and thanks for all the fish............

A dios

Postscript:

As for his feet, sometimes he wore on each a sock, or on the one a sock and on the other a stocking, or a boot, or a shoe, or a slipper, or a sock and a boot, or a sock and a shoe, or a sock and a slipper, or a stocking and boot, or a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometimes he wore on each a stocking, or on the one a stocking and on the other a boot, or a shoe, or a slipper, or a sock and a boot, or a sock and shoe, or a sock and slipper, or a stocking and boot, or a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometimes he wore on each a boot, or on the one a boot and on the other a shoe, or a slipper, or a sock and boot, or a sock and shoe, or a sock and slipper, or a stocking and boot, or a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometime he wore on each a shoe, or on the one a shoe and on the other a slipper, or a sock and boot, or a sock and shoe, or a sock and slipper, or a stocking and boot, or a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper or nothing at all. And sometimes he wore on each a slipper, or on the one a slipper and on the other a sock and boot, or a sock and shoe, or a sock and slipper, or a stocking and boot, or a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometime he wore on each a sock and boot, or on the one a sock and boot and on the other a sock and shoe, or a sock and slipper, or a stocking and boot, or a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometimes he wore on each a sock and shoe, or on the one a sock and shoe and on the other a sock and slipper, or a stocking and boot, or a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometimes he wore on each a sock and slipper, or on the one a sock and slipper and on the other a stocking and boot, or a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometimes he wore on each a stocking and boot, or on the one a stocking and boot and on the other a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometime he wore on each a stocking and shoe, or on the one a stocking and shoe and on the other a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometimes he wore on each a stocking and slipper, or on the one a stocking and slipper and on the other nothing at all. And sometimes he went barefoot.

[...]

Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the bed; from the door to the fire, from the fire to the door; from the fire to the door, from the door to the fire; from the window to the bed, from the bed to the window; from the bed to the window, from the window to the bed; from the fire to the window, from the window to the fire; from the window to the fire, from the fire to the window; from the bed to the door, from the door to the bed; from the door to the bed, from the bed to the door; from the door to the window, from the window to the fire; from the fire to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the bed; from the bed to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the window; from the window to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the door; from the door to the fire, from the fire to the bed; from the door to the window, from the window to the bed; from the bed to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the fire; from the fire to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the door; from the door to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the window; from the window to the fire, from the fire to the bed; from the door to the fire, from the fire to the window; from the window to the fire, from the fire to the door; from the window to the bed, from the bed to the door; from the door to the bed, from the bed to the window; from the fire to the window, from the window to the bed; from the bed to the window, from the window to the fire; from the bed to the door, from the door to the fire; from the fire to the door, from the door to the bed.

The room was furnished solidly and with taste.

This solid and tasteful furniture was subjected by Mr. Knott to frequent changes of position, both absolute and relative. Thus it was not rare to find, on the Sunday, the tallboy on its feet by the fire, and the dressing-table on its head by the bed, and the night-stool on its face by the door, and the wash-hand-stand on its back by the window; and, on the Monday, the tallboy on its back by the bed, and the dressing-table on its face by the door, and the night-stool on its back by the window, and the wash-hand-stand on its feet by the fire; and, on the Tuesday, the tallboy on its face by the door, and the dressing-table on its back by the window, and the night-stool on its feet by the fire, and the wash-hand-stand on its head by the bed; and, on the Wednesday, the tallboy on its back by the window, and the dressing-table on its feet by the fire, and the night-stool on its head by the bed, and the wash-hand-stand on its face by the door; and on the Thursday, the tallboy on its side by the fire, and the dressing-table on its feet by the bed, and the night-stool on its head by the door, and the wash-hand-stand on its face by the window; and, on the Friday, the tallboy on its feet by the bed, and the dressing-table on its head by the door, and the night-stool on its face by the window, and the wash-hand-stand on its side by the fire; and, on the Saturday, the tallboy on its head by the door, and the dressing-table on its face by the window, and the night-stool on its side by the fire, and the wash-hand-stand on its feet by the bed; and, on the Sunday week, the tallboy on its face by the window, and the dressing-table on its side by the fire, and the night-stool on its feet by the bed and the wash-hand-stand on its head by the door; and, on the Monday week, the tallboy on its back by the fire, and the dressing-table on its side by the bed, and the night-stool on its feet by the door, and the wash-hand-stand on its head by the window; and, on the Tuesday week, the tallboy on its side by the bed, and the dressing-table on its feet by the door, and the night-stool on its head by the window, and the wash-hand-stand on its back by the fire; and, on the Wednesday week, the tallboy on its feet by the door, and the dressing-table on its head by the window, and the night-stool on its back by the fire, and the wash-hand-stand on its side by the bed; and, on the Thursday week, the tallboy on its head by the window, and the dressing-table on its back by the fire, and the night-stool on its side by the bed, and the wash-hand-stand on its feet by the door; and, on the Friday week, the tallboy on its face by the fire, and the dressing-table on its back by the bed, and the night-stool on its side by the door, and the wash-hand-stand on its feet by the window; and, on the Saturday week, the tallboy on its back by the bed, and the dressing-table on its side by the door, and the night-stool on its feet by the window, and the wash-hand-stand on its face by the fire; and on the Sunday fortnight, the tallboy on its side by the door, and the dressing-table on its feet by the window, and the night-stool on its face by the fire, and the wash-hand-stand on its back by the bed; and on the Monday fortnight, the tallboy on its feet by the window, and the dressing-table on its face by the fire, and the night-stool on its back by the bed, and the wash-hand-stand on its side by the door; and, on the Tuesday fortnight, the tallboy on its head by the fire, and the dressing-table on its face by the bed, and the night-stool on its back by the door, and the wash-hand-stand on its side by the window; and, on the Wednesday fortnight, the tallboy on its face by the bed, and the dressing-table on its back by the door, and the night-stool on its side by the window, and the wash-hand-stand on its head by the fire; and, on the Thursday fortnight, the tallboy on its back by the door, and the dressing-table on its side by the window, and the night-stool on its head by the fire, and the wash-hand-stand on its face by the bed; and, on the Friday fortnight, the tallboy on its side by the window, and the dressing-table on its head by the fire, and the night-stool on its face by the bed, and the wash-hand-stand on its back by the door, for example, not at all rare, to consider only, over a period of nineteen days only, the tallboy, the dressing-table, the night-stool and the wash-hand-stand, and their feet, and heads, and faces, and backs and unspecified sides, and the fire, and the bed, and the door, and the window, not at all rare.

For the chairs, also, to mention only the chairs also, were never still.



(mitchell) -Samuel Beckett

Friday, July 27, 2007

7 Deadly Sins (Project P.A.S.S.G.A.S.)



So, here's the deal. The "Duke City Shootout" happened this week. Tor was involved in it as key grip for one of the submitted projects. On Wednesday night, I went with he and Maryse to a party put together by the festival for all the talent and help. That night we found out about the 3 minute short competition called the 'Mini Cini', in which film makers had to film and edit a piece addressing the '7 Deadly Sins' (finished project had to be 3 min. or less). So, Tor and I decided to get involved, even though we had only about 36 hours to complete the project (the deadline was this morning at 10:00 am).

We started at 2:30 Thursday morning, when we drove to Taos to pick up a camera. We spent the day shooting between Taos and Santa Fe, arriving back in Albuquerque about 5:00 in the afternoon. That gave us the night to edit the three hours of footage into something resembling a story. We were up until 6:00 am Friday morning trying to finesse the thing into something submittable, and what you see here is the final product.

We'll find out tomorrow how we did, though since everyone else had the whole week, I doubt we'll win. But hey, it was fun.

What was truly amazing was that we failed to find anyone (including a catholic priest, and the mayor of Taos) who could name for us the 7 deadly sins (until our last shot of the day, on the Santa Fe plaza). We spent 30 minutes in the Espanola WalMart filming before getting booted out, and about an hour in the Catholic church in Santa Fe with no success. Anyhow, let me know what you think of the piece. Hopefully its as fun to watch as it was to make.

Enjoy,

Reese

UPDATE: We didn't win, though since we didn't expect to we're not a bit sad. But, we did get some great laughs out of the judges, and some positive feedback as to how it could be edited into a winning piece. Tor and I are going to try to get a longer version mixed which I'll post on my blog...look out for it.

Monday, July 23, 2007

To be happy...

Just a tidbit... "If you want to be happy for a year - win the lottery.
"If you want to be happy for a lifetime - do what you love!

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Happy Birthdays

A Birth Day is a day that you celebrate being born, but have no memory of the event...Only the memories of each years passing and the feeling that comes when those you love remember...and celebrate that day thinking of you. Becca, I apologize that I did not have your Birth Day on my calendar and was reminded by Shari. A renewal of love and life on these your Birth Days...much love from all of us that care.. mom/dad

Friday, July 20, 2007

Birthdays

Today, I ate Dagoba Organic Chocolate with Chiles; loaded 4oo copies of Harry Potter into the van for shipment to the party at the library; got birthday calls from the Mother, the Sister, and the Sister-in-law; dug rice crackers into goat cheese, and logged on to the family blog. Tonight I will pick Alycia up at the airport, and later eat Sushi.

It is a birthday day. Wishes also to Becca who had hers yesterday. And pre-wishes to our little Leo Gabe on the 26th. What do I know today? Alot less than I thought I did when I was 20. But, mostly I know that I like my peeps, I aspire to a poem or two and like my life more or less unplanned.

Love to you all--