Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Good to see you, too. Been missing your words.

may I take that as a positive?

This is a cleaned up version of something I'd posted at the old AC. It was actually based upon a dream I once had (pretty much the same dream Neil had in the story after his false awakening).

You're not alone, so don't feel bad. I hate my iPhone because I don't understand it, and have never learned how to use it. It was given to me as a gift/payment for fostering my ex's dog last summer, and as a lifeline for all the time I spend alone in the woods. It's useless to me because I don't kno...

ah, you beat me by 2 minutes, Steve!

I suspect this has a lot more to do with oil than with narcotics. Let's face it, Trump is a weak-minded, myopic dunce, hopelessly addicted to money, adulation, and the illusion of power - and so easily manipulated. (Look at that FIFA "peace prize" award... I was laughing & throwing up in my mouth at...

                                                                             Part 1 – Prelude “What do you make of this?” Tom asked, reaching across the table to hand me the figurine. I set my coffee cup down and took the object from him. I turned it over a few times and shrugged. “Not much,” I sai...

ah, got a lot of Coltrane on my car's playlist.... and a phrase from "Syeeda's Song" has been stuck in my head for a day or two....

a small man with a huge grudge a six-year old with a loaded revolver a semi-literate thug with an ill-gotten bank account a vile creature without a shred of decency or ethics or generosity or morality or allegiance to anyone but himself - yet has inexplicably hypnotized millions into happily marchin...

rain dances on the skylight filling the house with polyrhythms and the woods with mist - softening the edges, muting the contrast, rendering its blacks and whites in diffuse grays - a misty fantasy by Ravel... on days such as this I should catch up on my reading I should write and test the code I've...

  Dec 26, 2025 - Conversation at the checkout counter The register is tended by a young girl, maybe 17 or 18 - slightly built, dark hair in a pony tail - neither especially pretty nor homely. A dark-haired lad about her age waits at the far end of the counter, ready to bag the goods as they arrive. ...

stunning. She writes like I want to.

captivating piece roy....the rising sun, Debussy , a determined hike, the plans to socialize.....I too have curbed the alcohol, mostly because I felt I didn't want to take a chance that booze might water down the effects of chemo.....I haven't missed it....and as you say I indulge a bit of moderati...

This.Is.Gold

needs to be read aloud!

Zuihitsu - Sunrise 7:30 a.m. The sun has just erupted from the hills to the south, into a sky it's already painted coral while still in the wings - like the headliner finally walking onstage after the sidemen have all taken their places. The icicles hanging from the eaves gleam in the sudden burst ...

  Speaking as the perennial outsider, I feel that if your goal here was to build a community, then you were more successful than you give yourself credit for. But I, too, can see its end coming, just like I can see my own. Evolution is relentless - Facebook, Instagram, X, they're all just names to m...