Oregon State Fair

We went to the Fair.

We ate funnel cake.  

We saw a big pig for 50 cents.

Took an extra speedy ride on the Tilt-a-whirl.

With all of the animals, carnyspectacle and general weirdness we came home feeling entertained-and kind-o grrrrrrrosss (due to the mile pile of crap we ingested).

GooD Fun.

Hangin’ at the Fair-

My Guys.

I Like Poetry. I Do.

 

A Lemon

Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love’s lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree’s yellow emerges, the lemons move down from the tree’s planetarium Delicate merchandise! The harbors are big with it- bazaars for the light and the barbarous gold. We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation’s original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb. Cutting the lemon the knife leaves a little cathedral: alcoves unguessed by the eye that open acidulous glass to the light; topazes riding the droplets, altars, aromatic facades. So, while the hand holds the cut of the lemon, half a world on a trencher, the gold of the universe wells to your touch: a cup yellow with miracles, a breast and a nipple perfuming the earth; a flashing made fruitage, the diminutive fire of a planet.  Pablo Neruda

Summer Fun…….

This is the pic-

the ONE

The simple summation of all things good and simple and summer.

This is the pic meant to lure you information addicted souls, (dry socketed from too much computer screen stare) down the path of my life experiences- 10 days full of beach shots, relatives, wedding hair-do’s, dollar dances, grandma’s n’ my bro Ray. Stan too……….

This is the time to click your way to my flickr. Do it.

Then go to Aaron’s if you haven’t already (he was much more sober and devoted to capturing the details of Shaun and Sarah’s big day- I was busy dancing, but you knew that already- didntcha).

Free Tibet.

 

Remember…. Economic inter-dependency can cultivate a new sort of deterrence in the world of conflict…..but at what cost?

Over one million Tibetans have died as a result of the Chinese Occupation.   

Remember.

Cucurrucucu…….

English.

You speak it! I speak it! We all speak ENGLISH.

yay, clap….clap…

…

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hmmmm. 

Our mother tongue. Whatareya gonna say ’bout her?

English:

It works, 

it dominates.

English although a very practical language, when compared to those romance languages- (sheeesh)

yawn-kind o’-

boring……………..

oh English.

EXHIBIT #1:

                 Estaba negro como boca de lobo.=

                                      [Lit]:

                 It was as dark as the mouth of the wolf.

(oooooooo. I love this. Even when i say it in English I have to do so with a thick and drippy spanish accent- Try IT. You cannot rrrrrresist).

Now, the English translation- 

It was pitch black.

(sssssplat).

 

nuff said.

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