Golden & Groovy

No. It didn't come with the dog. Milo thinks I discovered this rocking gem just for his bad-basset self. At least they match. Is it odd that the 70's I swore to never revisit upon hitting age 11 are creeping into my home decor? It makes me want to play with the word decade. Decadent. It makes me want to watch Car Wash. It makes me want to rock. Isn't free furniture the best?

locating the musical self

The Bandwagon Horizon

I am a semi-reluctant blogger. What if I never make any bloggen' friends? There. I faced my fear.

I'm learning all about jpeg today. The jpeg above was acquired in Oregon this past June. I like to imagine different focal points in the horizon. Sometimes it's me. Sometimes it's ice cream. Mocha fudge. Sometimes it's Paul Celan, the way I translate him to be...sometimes it's a word. Go on. Pick one. Pick a curse word. That's fun.

Today I picked the word BLOG to imagine in the horizon. Then I reached it.

Also, today on my morning walk I found a wonderful treasure. It's hideously beautiful. It's beautifully horrid. It's in my living room. It isn't alive. I'll jpeg it later.

This is the first time I've written in weeks. How incredibly delicious. And public.