barefoot in the garden

Tomorrow night -- Thursday, July 26 -- you can see and hear my "other" band, The Folk Goddesses, from the comfort of your computer! We'll be doing the 'After Dinner' house concert at Wherefore Arts, run by the lovely and talented Tom and Robin Romeo. The show is live on the web for FREE at 8:30 PM Eastern at:

http://whereforearts.com/LIVE.html


And if you're local to Huntington, NY and you'd like to join us beforehand for a delicious meal and see the show in person, there are still some seats left at the table. The cost for dinner and the show is $25. Here's the link to make your reservation:

http://www.whereforearts.com/Folk%…

... this song gets so freakin' stuck in my head.



Today was such a day.

If you’re absolutely sure the world is going to end on a specific day, and it doesn’t, what do you do? How do you explain it to yourself? What happens to your faith in God? Can you just scrape the bumper stickers off your car, throw away the t-shirts, and move on?

... sucks for those of us who were born to women who were emotionally unfit to bring up children, and who staggered through childhood as best we could. Some of us were lucky enough to have found therapists or friends or lovers who could help us sort out the missing pieces of what we should have been given while we were growing up, but so many of our fellow-travelers crash and burn.

I loathe the cult of motherhood in this country and the assumption that any woman who bears a child assumes a mantle of something like sainthood. I know firsthand that it doesn't always work like that.

Interesting article from the Village Voice.

Mitt Romney, American Parasite

And this is what they want us to elect? Really?

(By shrewd observation and the posts of the lovely misslucyjane, I have noticed that it's National Poetry Month...)

I can't make every minute holy.
I don't want to stand before you
like a thing, shrewd, secretive.
I want my own Will, and I want
simply to be with my Will,
as it goes toward action.
And in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know
secret things or else alone.
I want to unfold.
I don't want to be folded anywhere,
because where I am folded,
there I am a lie.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Seen on the mail route, and all in one day...

The recent-immigrant shopkeeper who thanked me for his mail and then very earnestly wished me a Happy Thanksgiving, regardless of the fact that it's Easter weekend.

The altogether-too-realistic rubber (I poked it with an envelope to be sure) tarantula placed lovingly right next to the mailbox at 15 East Main. Yes indeedy, that will get your mail carrier's attention.  

But the very best: Running into one of my residential customers in town. The lady struck up a conversation; we chit-chatted for a few minutes, and then she asked: "Would you like to rub noses?"

"No thanks, that's okay," I answered.

"You're sure?"

"No, I usually just rub noses with my husband."

"Oh, okay," she said, and just... kept... chatting... like nothing was weird.

Do you wonder why people in my business go postal???

The final day of YouTube Advent: ApologetiX's 'Bethlehemian Rhapsody.'

This is the one we've been working up to. A twisted Queen song and a puppet show... what could be weirder better???

For Christmas eve: 'I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus.'

Not that here's anything wrong with that.

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