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About Me

Travels at the perfect speed{on rivers or beside; bicycles; podcasts; glasses of wine}, looking down from the top of a hill, looking down from a satellite hovering above the earth, these are a few of my favorite things. And this is what I've been wondering: Seems that singing, dancing, and the joy of life are all one thing. So is the reality that we hardly see singing and dancing in the streets anymore a sign that there is little joy alive in our communities? And if so, don't you think a good place to start a revolution towards a better way of living would be by singing and dancing in the streets?

My Interests

Plants and their potentials, drifters of all kinds, the pictures in cookbooks, strangers making strange days seem planned, the agony of tea leaves, maps, picnics, postcards, wikipedia, snowflakes, and dancing and dancing...

I'd like to meet:

Anyone who would have viable skills in a post-apocalyptic world (or right now). And singers, dancers, players and poets...

Music:

I only believe in love at first sight in the musical realm. and really that's love at first sound, like songs from a passing car or something that requires a shimmy... i love them.

Movies:

when i don't know what will happen... this applies in real life too

Television:

I don't know half the television references I hear... and I wonder how I know the one's I do... oh, tv culture, let me be!

Books:

Trying to read six books at once is the best way to read and the worst way to read. At any rate, it is the most realistic.

Heroes:

Isn't heroism obsolete? I think we all know by now that even Superman can't fly sometimes...

My Blog

nathan, tricia

I wrote you a postcard while I was at the chai house, Nathan. You'll like it. It's accurate and specific. Tricia, it's funny to find that you go to that chai house. Of course you would. How does one f...
Posted by wonderer on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 11:41:00 PST

flourish.

I wonder if my plants are alive... I think this rather detachedly. Nothing I can do from a distance of 3,000 miles. Surrounded by plantlife here, it is the northwests season of flourishing life, I mis...
Posted by wonderer on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 08:41:00 PST

The bee situation

I hear a lot about the disappearance of the bees. I read it in the paper a few weeks ago. I took that very paper and turned it into mulch for my plants so that the bees have something to suck on shoul...
Posted by wonderer on Thu, 31 May 2007 10:23:00 PST

Dissolving Time: Geltabs of history

What does it mean for us that we move about the world as specters of our future non-existence? Not that the internet introduced the idea of viruality. Shakespeare writes about immortality achieved w...
Posted by wonderer on Mon, 21 May 2007 12:38:00 PST

problem of thanksgiving for the modern reader

Today is that anniversary that so few of us recognize... the "real" Columbus day when he became the first European to land on Puerto Rico, rename the land, rewrite its history, etc. And Thanksgiving b...
Posted by wonderer on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 03:25:00 PST

Guerilla Confusion,a constructed Identity and other oddities

By confusion I mean some unknown possibility with the potential to grow to religions of proposterous proportions. Fortunately, the exploding spectre of religion very rarely finds the conditions ...
Posted by wonderer on Tue, 11 Apr 2006 04:48:00 PST

This one's for the skeptics! Step right up!

NOw I am likely condemned to be rejected from many different angles in this, my unorthodox faith. Those who've encountered the tarot and dismissed it as bullshit or even an instrument of lies will thi...
Posted by wonderer on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 06:27:00 PST

Postcard envy, phantom echoes, mighty fiction, liars and such

trying something new: the first time you do something new you are committing magic. Yes, "committing" because magic is partially criminal because it exists outside of laws (the outlaw). Pos...
Posted by wonderer on Sun, 25 Dec 2005 04:10:00 PST

the long shot and tidal force

Soft kisses from a week old lover, the sweetest créma only lasts until you wish to create something slight, more bitterly like a long shot. Nothing solemn as confession still as death, magno...
Posted by wonderer on Sat, 22 Oct 2005 04:04:00 PST

A Lament to Failed Achievement or "I'd rather blog"

The energy of electronic vitality has heated the room like an indian burn and all i can do is respond with the flip of a ceiling fan signal. Now the air is stirred though i can tell my cheek bones&nbs...
Posted by wonderer on Tue, 27 Sep 2005 09:51:00 PST