1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on this page is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. (I recommend cropping it square, naturally.)

4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post link to the result as a comment in this post. Also, pass it along in your own journal because it’s more amusing that way.

If I attempt to put a $15 fillet of fresh Ahi tuna into my mac and cheese, a gormet meal it does not make, even if it's organic mac. That and husband may get a little tetchy. Thank goodness I asked first. *grin*

On Polayamory

In quotations,

From a dear friend.


"Outsiders seem to immediately equate polyamory with the prototypical "swinging" lifestyle; a shallow sex driven narcisistic constant orgy with little regard for any participant beyond oneself. This bothers me. In my admittedly short experience, the truth is closer to a constantly expanding family of highly individual people, each orbiting multiple others; rapidly reorienting on one relationship or another as they move through life; then swinging back around like some kind of eclectic comet. The metaphor holds true in a number of ways; when relationship goes nova or even just gets a little hot, the whole system is affected."

I do believe...

... This would be a great day to go mad. Anyone care to come along?


The weather today has shifted back to Oregon's normal pattern. It's beautiful mist like rain and cloudy skies, with a little kiss of sun at random moments throughout the day. Then a little blush of moon shinning through the clouds in the evening. Ah the comforts of home and the cycle of the wheel coming to an end.

Yesterday, one of my favorite authors (Robert Jordan) passed away. He had a disease very similar to the one my sister passed away from and that is now trying to claim my mother. He was in the process of completing the last book of a very eloquently well done fantasy series called "The Wheel of Time". Peace to him and his family this day. Although, I hope the bikers that threatened to desecrate his grave if he died before the books completion, were really jesting.

I feel like I am spending much time in solitude lately. I am not sure of it being a positive or negative influence on me yet. The fall is a busy time for everyone, including my family, my partners, and me. So, one day at a time, minute by minute, I have been working on the things that need to get done in preparation for the fall and the winter to follow, and await precious time to unfold itself and opportunity to enjoy other things in my life.

Passing through the veil

Some research implies that the soul weighs approximately 5oz. It is believed among some that when we sleep and our soul wanders through the night away from our bodies, astrally projecting in an unconscious manner. That when the body gets distracted and we quiver and shake awake it is our soul slamming back into our bodies at something similar to light speed, marrying the exoteric and esoteric part of our existence back into one functional conscious unit. It is also said that at the point of death the body losses 5oz. when all the electrical circuits come to a full stop. Thus supporting the theory of our souls weight. Whether this is proven accurate or not I have no say.

I do know that the soul of a person is not measured to most scientifically. At least not in a way most think. For the weight of a soul may be light, but when it disperses the burden is heavy as any mountain on back of those whom it touches. Memories have a way a popping into our heads, whether good ones or bad, we are left grief stricken. Swimming in thoughts and remorse for someone and the energy of them that we are not able to experience in our brain's limited capacity and time tables. The dark unknown awaits all of us. We expect that we will grow old and die. Not many expect that the time may come sooner for themselves or others. In which it becomes tragic and heart wrenching when we feel someone was too young, or too under accomplished for there time to be over.

I step in on naked feet
Walk through sands many don't see
acknowledge strands that sing endlessly
But I came in with naked feet
Waded through oceans
screamed with trees
Lifted by the web
Dew rests on my lips
A tuned instrument
Given a kiss

Busy day

*Cross Posted from my live journal

Got up bright and early, Walked downstairs to my back-up storage unit (the mini-van), Pulled my camping gear out, got into closets and boxes foraging for more material to start another 10-hour day of sewing like a Asian in a sweatshop (hey I am part Chinese, I can take it), Unpacked my china (which was protected by part of my material stash), Sewed for hours on end, and then went to coffee and practiced sign language for 4 hours. Tomorrow will not be as relaxed.

My shining moments of the day were completing my two pirate wench outfits. In which I looked so sexy and wenchy I fetched beers a half hour afterwards for people. Then in signing practice I learned survival signs, like coffee and chocolate; and teenage communication, like whatever, don't care, stupid, and not listening.

All in all, It was a busy but fulfilling day.

Friday morning we are off to the event!!

YAY!