Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

old friends
a little fatter
a little grayer
but reconnected

one small step and and then another and another we think each day brings more of the same but look closer observe and notice those tiny details that weren't there yesterday... evolution proceeds slowly but it proceeds leaves behind presses on a book with an infinite number of pages turned one by one...

rain... not the nurturing kind nor the kind that sends you running for shelter and safety... nor even the kind watched with dejection from an upstairs window chin glumly in hand... this rain Hypnos a quiet voice from the preternatural gloom of midday dusk mesmerizing a murmured lullaby urging sleep ...

Oh, the places my old Koss headphones took me! Thrusting an air guitar in my hands so I could jam with Mahavishnu, or take over for Al Dimeola in Return to Forever! A little weed to accompany Mahler's 5th Symphony, or the other-wordly sonic spaces of Iannis Xenakis, Morton Subotnik, Donald Erb, Char...

What's with all these dreams I've been having lately about old girlfriends? And panic theatrical productions? And road trips? And is there really such a word as "hentious"? I've never been able to burp on command, make my armpit fart, talk like Donald Duck, or whistle with my fingers. But I can imit...

mnaz wrote: ↑

August 16th, 2019, 1:36 pm

Even gun owners are like, "WTF?"..

I own a single-shot .22 rifle, and I wouldn't hesitate to register it - I could do it at the same time I register my car and my dog. "If dogs are outlawed, then only outlaws will have dogs." Syllogism FAIL.

sweet - a celebration of all the little things - colorful fabric of the mundane - like this very much

morning walk -
no bears, no stray dogs,
just deer flies

Well, I'm glad it worked for you, thank you for letting me know. My ex-wife used to berate me for so harshly critiquing my own photography - but just because a picture is pleasing doesn't mean it has the essence of what prompted me to take it in the first place. Complacency is the death of creativit...

Our morning walk takes us to the top of a moderately steep hill, whence we must turn either right or left - right to go to the lake, left to the state line. Lately we've been going left, because once the road peters out, I can unleash him and he gets to run free for a mile before returning to the pa...

Perhaps the 2020 campaign can introduce brown shirts to accompany the red hats

Thanks for the comments. Death and taxes, eh? I'm really hoping April 15, 2020 will be a lot smoother now that my status as her proxy is recognized by the SSA. It was the 2nd time she'd lost her 1099 from the IRS. The 1st time she'd hidden it in a "safe" place - her underwear drawer. She found it mu...

Thanks, John. This story isn't one of my favorites - it's actually a bit of a misfire, doesn't quite capture what I'd hoped it would. It has its moments, I guess, but not as many as I'd aimed for. To err is human......

This has the flow of a classic fairy tale - the father could just as well be a feudal baron as a cosmetics baron. There's a faint aura of Lear about the scheming daughters.

Prior to 2016, my mom had always had her taxes done by an accounting firm in Manchester NH. She'd pack any important-looking mailings into a shoebox and hand-carry the thing to their office. But as her dementia grew more debilitating, we had to take away her car, and a representative of their firm a...