Hey people,

It is ridiculously wet outside and my nose has been cold for daaays. Sun broke through for a gorgeous sunset last night. Thursday morning I saw a bald eagle in the rain. Yesterday morning I saw two of them in the sky. Also saw what I think may be the damage they can do to a fresh roadkill deer... Impressive.

Maya said she may be almost certainly going to Florida for Thanksgiving to visit Grandma Barbara. Hello, Grandma Barbara! We will miss her, maybe a little...

My sister joined zaadz! Halloooo Fran! Very cool. If you are curious, follow the gardenplanetproject link in the links section to the right, then hit "home" to find out more about it. It is a plentiful mix of amazing dialogue to drivel. Very stimulating. I am using it to work out my 'gardenplanetproject' thing, which is "my mission of one to create a garden planet," via metaphor and tongue-in-cheek in song and spoken word.

I've been observing this digi-world, the blogosphere or whatever they call it. It's very exciting and very strange. How easily we are drawn into the mirror... It is difficult enough with real-time-space people, with all that body-language to provide context. But the projective-reflective properties of the mind appear exponentially accelerated on the web. Almost like the mind has been immersed in a vacuum, or a frictionless field of some sort. Slippery. Very slippery...

But surprisingly, lots of people seem very open and it is not a terribly dangerous environment, at least not on zaadz. There are the insane and the competitively challenged, the hyper-intellects and all the silly-little-hominids we are, but that's just like everywhere else. A little more slippery is all...

Today, this afternoon, I am going to jam at a music store I just discovered, where the old-timer blugrass folk gather on most afternoons, officially Saturdays. I can generally hold my own, but I don't know many of the songs. That's what happens when you're not very good. You have to stand outside the circle where you can't see what anybody is doing. So you learn to hear, but to be able to follow intantaneously, you never learn or remember what you are actually playing. Hmmm. Some sort of gate-keeping mechanism, maybe?

Well, Mom and Vern, keep thinking Flagstaff for Christmas. That is a pretty picture. I hope the packing and moving is not too fraught. Adventures can be dangerous in the Rockies in the winter. I hope you can keep us all posted as to progress.

Last I heard from Mom, she was looking at a picture of their new duplex cabin they are leasing in the pines. Computer-wise, she was unable to post it at that time, deficient bandwidth or something woowoo like that. Computer-woowoo.

Woowoo is my new term for any emerging field that does not quite fall into the purveyance of ordinary perception. A domain belonging to the fringe-folk whose practices are difficult to describe. Who can charge lots of money because you can't understand their lexicon, which you suspect may be nothing but a scaffolding of euphemisms, but without getting a degree in it you can't know for sure...

Well. Another gatekeeping mechanism? A woo-woo gate.

It is obviously too early and way before my first cup of coffee. My clock says four forty six a.m., just to forestall any mistakes on the blogger clock. It is measuring from an unknown geographic location. I suppose if I wanted I could do the math, but it's too damn early.

I have no idea what is happening in the world.

I learned a lot last week about complex trauma. I may have developed a crush on the presenter. He was powerfully reminiscent of brilliant Patch Adams as played by Robin Williams. Yes. Right down to the dimples...

Oh, but I really did learn a lot!

And St. Louis was very cool in the storm that rolled through. The one that continued on to develop tornadoes and other heinous cloudforms to the east. Just like you said, Maya. Nothing like a storm in the city...

And I learned something about Sealy Posturpedics: Yes.

Michael is up, coffee is brewing, Persephone is making lots of kitty noises. It is Saturday!

Comments are welcome, and are actually a signal of acceptance by the tribe...

Love you guys! mary