Monday, January 31, 2011
Fibonacci Me*
One unexpected hug from Bruce
Duality, Yin/Yang, Separation – two
Chakra 3 – Manipura – the city of jewels – bane of this lifetime
5 beats to the Turkish drum rhythm that kicks my ass
Lemniscate, mobius, infinity – 8
13 years of puppy kisses
21 Jump Street
Atomic weight of selenium - 34
55 – age at my next publicly celebrated birthday
89 – number of average woman paces to circumnavigate Stonehenge
# slides to section an entire mouse embryo 144
233 – BFF
377 number of menstrual cycles to reach my cronehood
Macintosh Quadra 610
987 KISS FM
MN 610 from Coon Rapids to Uncle Tiny’s house
$233 for my first djembe
‘Man is like a breath. His days are like a fleeting shadow’ Psalm 144
89 published in Genes and Development
Sammy Hagar I can’t drive 55
#34 Walter Payton
21 emancipation from tyranny
December 21, 2012 Mayan long count 13.0.0.0.0
Pieces of eight
Leonardo’s Vitruvian man - five
Mother/maiden/crone 3
Chromosome 2 murine Adenosine deaminse
‘Of what significance is one’s own existance’ Albert Einstein
The beginning, the creator, the one.
*This is part of a larger piece exploring how mathematics is related to life. I have always been intrigued by Fibonacci numbers – numbers in a series where any number is the sum of the two preceding it. They are found everywhere in nature from the arrangement of seeds on a pinecone to the gentle spiral of a nautilus shell. I began to wonder how they might apply to me, how they might define me.
verison 1.0 3/08
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Untitled
Not because what I have to say is important.
But because we have become a nation of talkers
with no one listening.
And lord forbid you open your mouth to contribute
cuz there is always someone right there ready
to talk right over you until you are quiet
or stick their boot in your open mouth
to leverage higher ground from which to caw
LOUDER
loooooooonger
with absolutely nothing of value to say.
Yammering until my head escapes into somewhere quiet
Squawking until everyone with something interesting
to say has been silenced.
Until we are all just a cage of starlings
nattering on that no one even hears.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Small Stone #29.2 (aros)
noise my nose makes
is not a pleasantness
but it is wonderfully
off-key
Small Stone #29 (aros)
The feeling created by yesterday's lunch however lingered long into the evening like acacia honey straight from the spoon. Slowly dissolving and creating new sweetness hour by hour. Sometimes tasting laughter. Sometimes the mossy depth of thought. Sometimes the simpleness of being so well heard.
And today I bounced up all Tigger-y. Better for it. Still capturing faint whiffs of what was a perfect afternoon.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Small Stone #28 (aros)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Small Stone #27 (aros)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Small Stone #26 (aros)
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
The Four Fucking Crossroads of Hell and Waiting on the Devil
Small Stone #24 (aros)
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Small Stone #23 (aros)
That's a #2 Thought
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Small Stone #22 (aros) Small Stone in Truth
Friday, January 21, 2011
Small Stone #21 (aros) Green Tea with Acacia Honey.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Small Stone #20 (aros)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Small Stone #19 (aros)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
An Evening Prayer - of sorts
Small Stone #18 (aros)
My Vision of Leadership
Monday, January 17, 2011
Small Stone #17 (aros)
Talking Some Bold Steps
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Small Stone #16 (aros)
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Dance With Me
MLK Birthday
Friday, January 14, 2011
Impressionist Lunch (aros #14)
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Dream Chado (aros) #13
I will not let
you kill my dreams
But I would share
them with you
in a simple dream tea chado*.
Serve them up
in small steaming cups
for us to sip and savor
I would shed the
makeup, the kimono
and meet you barefoot
in front of the brazier
Sit cross-legged
with you on the tatami
while they steep
Pour them into
mismatched bowls without
ceremony or ritual
What do dreams need with these?
Breathe in the delicate
fragrance of each
Roll them about on
our sometimes too
facile tongues
Taste their truth
Swallow them whole
And let them nurture new
dreams in our bellies
I will not let you kill my dreams
but I would share them with you.
* A chado is a formalized Japanese tea ceremony. It has a very ritualized procedure that can last an entire afternoon
A Room of One's Own - A Rant
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Small Stone #12 (aros)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Small Stone #11 (aros) Sabine's Dream
Monday, January 10, 2011
Small Stone #10 (aros)
Sunday, January 9, 2011
NaSmaStoMo #9 (aros): Women's New Years
Saturday, January 8, 2011
NaSmaStoMo #8 (aros)
Friday, January 7, 2011
NaSmaStoMo #7 (aros)
Thursday, January 6, 2011
NaSmaStoMo #6 (aros)
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
NaSmaStoMo #5 (aros)
I Really Wanna Know - Who Are You?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Sankofa Sunset
Last night as I was leaving to go to dinner with a friend I saw what looked to be the sky on fire as the sun set over the pond near my house. OKOKOK it's really the holding ponds for a sewage treatment facility. But it's still pretty if one doesn't think about it too much. Like a little sankofa bird, I went home to fetch my camera. Snapped off this picture and still made dinner on time. While it is not quite as spectacular as the initial observation, it is still a remarkable photo.
NaSmaStoMo #4.2 (aros)
NaSmaStoMo #4 (aros)
Monday, January 3, 2011
NaSmaStoMo #3.2
Fuggedybuggid
Sunday, January 2, 2011
NaSmaStoMo #3
Saturday, January 1, 2011
NaSmaStoMo #1
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