interesting parallels

a friend over in the next town sent me a link to an upcoming tantrika gathering. it falls within the next week so naturally, i will be unable to attend. however, it lent some information in the researching of the tradition involved that turned up some interesting parallels between my own thoughts on things and the theories of another (preceded yet again. hah. i don’t at all mind).

sold! (oops, not)

heh. as the title might suggest, the one item i was hoping would sell quickly seems to have done so. still waiting the paypal payment, but it should be here soo and when here, will be sufficiently to insure a happy first week new job. the others may or may not sell, which is fine. there is an inquiry pending from a fellow running unbuntu, but i didn’t have his answer. told him to check the manufacturer page. in other news, poor Daka is sneezing today….and i am ashamed to admit i find it humorous. i can’t help it. he […]

daughter’s 20th

the 16th was my daughter’s 20th birthday. this year, i decided to make her an original piece and have it printed to canvas and shipped to her. it has been hard not to put it here before she got it. heh. but it has been received and so here it is… the only piece that exists as an original print. (full version has more to it, click to see it.)

fuck you very much

yeah. it’s like that today. reckon we’re closing in on the full moon. i don’t even care. a few folks who can fuck off for all i care…. and fair warning, if you happen to be on the list, i suggest you take it seriously, because the last thing in the world i want or you need is what is gonna greet you if you don’t.

better late than never

you may be surprised to know there are a number of things i have never experienced in life. i could write the list, but it would be long and rather sad. but among the number of the list, the enjoyment of certain works considered ‘classics’ of art, writing, music, and film. tonight, one small remedy. tonight, i watched for the first time ‘Dr. Zhivago’.

The Underneath

Introducing a serial story of undetermined length. Birthed from a dream, installments will follow as time and inspiration strike…. They call me Finesse because I know how to win without fighting. It doesn’t mean I cannot fight, as many have found. But that is what they call me and in many ways, it is as much a warning as a mark of honor, but I am getting ahead of myself.