Gina

I wish I had written this...

"To Love Life"- Ellen BassThe thing isto love lifeto love it even when you have nostomach for it, when everything you've helddear crumbles like burnt paper in your handsand your throat is filled with ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 08:42:00 GMT

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

No, not Christmas. October is my favorite time of year, and Halloween is my favorite holiday. The leaves are changing, the weather is cooling, and stores are full of costumes and candy. And I get birt...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 01:09:00 GMT

Let’s clear things up (politically)

(Reposted from Brooks) -   I'm a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight.....* If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic, different." * Grow up in Alaska ...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 01:02:00 GMT

This has always been one of my favorites

Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste,and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible without surrenderbe on good terms with all persons.Speak your truth quietly and clear...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 23:39:00 GMT

Just a note about my photos

Unless otherwise noted, all photos on my page were taken by me (excluding, obviously, the photos OF me). If they weren't, and I haven't given proper credit, please remind me and I will put y...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 20:20:00 GMT

Henry Rollins kicks ass

Tuesday night I saw Henry Rollins speak at the Carver Theatre in Birmingham. If you ever get a chance to see him, I highly recommend it. I was surprised that more people weren't there. The C...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 22:05:00 GMT

Whats it gonna be? (repost)

(This is a repost from my LiveJournal, February 2005. Tomorrow night I'll be on campus at UM for the show.) In the town of Montevallothere's a side we love so well,it's a place where Purple spiri...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 23:38:00 GMT

More poetry

CarnivaleIn the narrow hot gridworkof Creole streets, in thebead-strewn fertile crescentof intoxication and lust,you dance, Dionysus,masked harlequin, paintedand bejeweled, wailinga jazz lament for th...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 06:10:00 GMT

Old poem

BenignSome wordsfloat by unnoticed.Others cast long shadows.A small few shinelike beacons.Hours of waiting roomsand insomnia are forgottenwith one moment, onephone call, one word.     Writte...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 23:51:00 GMT

Ive got this blog, I might as well use it

This is a revised version of a comment I left in someone else's blog: Veterans Day Veterans deserve the highest respect. My dad was in Vietnam. It wasn't his idea to go. He was drafted. He was taken o...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 19:02:00 GMT