Luci Blu

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old news: Barbie rides high on the hog

I was out yardsaleing last week,and found poor tossed to the curb "Barbie" in a box of other long forgotten pastiche marked 50 cents. Now how, dear readers, could I pass on a bargain such as that.

"Barbie" was my first real doll. I fact my live away father gave me one for my birthday the first year they hit the market. Much to my mothers chagrin. She voiced her horror over the long distance wires using words my 8 year old ears rarely ever heard. At least popping out of her mouth.

I am certain my father had know idea. Some charming toy sales lady most likely assured him that in 1960 "Barbie" was a must have for every little girls cache of wonderful toys. Boy howdy. I was mesmerized. Couldn't take my eyes off of her. Blond Pony and high heals and ... BOOBS. There was no going back. No more baby toys for me. Move over "Betsy Wetsy" theres a new doll in town.

Lewis Baltz

Question 10: I'd like to know what you think about the problems linked to copyright and digital manipulation in general of a piece of art.

Answer: I think it's an amazing period for that. I think probably if you had a child and you wanted to advise him on a profession to enter, I'd say be a copyright lawyer in the digital age because this is something that all of the attorney's all over the world are going to benefit from tremendously. So on the one hand you have organisations -think of Disney, Microsoft - that are trying to gain exclusive rights and copyrights to everything on earth and ownership of imagery in a way has never existed before. And yet at the same time there's the possibility technically of truly duplicating, cloning imagery greater than ever existed before. So I think the most engaging legal struggle of the next twenty or thirty years will be to just to see where these rights of property begin and end. I assume that once something goes on the Internet, once something is released as a CD-ROM, it belongs to everybody.

just a thought

I believe I will attempt to write 50,000 laughable loosely strung together words and call it a novel. I've never done that before. Once upon a time I had not jumped out of an airplane either but that was great fun. I'd do it again but my body won't let me. So I think I'll opt for bad novel writing.

Heres the link, NaNoWriMo, if anyone out there is itching to write, write, write, for nothing but personal gratification that it can be done. Maybe a story about a dog, a Buddhist dog at that. Sort of like Pluto on kryptonite meets Earl.

Any Ideas?

the thinking gap

Fire

The fires in Southern California are really having an effect on me. I don't know if its because I used to live there and at some level still feel like thats home. Or .... There's just so many of fires at once. How could that happen? Is some one going around starting them during the time of the Santa Ana wind?

Of all the weird stuff happening in the world today this fire is really tearing me up. But it is what it is. fire doing its thing. But, (it is all about me), it has triggered some sort of emotion I can't put my finger on. Another opportunity to peak into the normally inaccessible recesses of my mind.

But sadder yet are the four leggeds. I feel helpless and hopeless.

So sad

party on at Scouts place

go to scoutsdaze and wish her happy two.
clic on the blog title.

My gift

Whoa Nellie! I almost got serious. Parish the thought. I must have rocks in my head.

A day to think; Now what?

I think, what do I know about global warming? Clik on the title for some info.

Morning meditation with dog

Lucky Pete

Therapy takes a nap. :+)

"I Wish I was the Moon Tonight"

Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I've freezing hands and bloodless veins
As numb as I've become

I'm so tired
I wish I was the moon tonight

Last night I dreamt I had forgotten my name
'Cause I had sold my soul but awoke just the same
I'm so lonely
I wish I was the moon tonight

God blessed me, I'm a free man
With no place free to go
I'm paralyzed and collared-tight
No pills for what I fear

This is crazy
I wish I was the moon tonight

Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I've freezing hands & bloodless veins
As numb as I've become

I'm so tired,
I wish I was the moon tonight

How will you know if you found me at least
'Cause I'll be the one, be the one, be the one
With my heart in my lap
I'm so tired, I'm so tired
I wish I was the moon tonight

Neco Case

Just for today

today is one of those days I am filled with regret. All those if I'd only...... I know there is absolutely no point in going down that road. It will just drag me into the well charted waters of gloom and despair. Two maladies of the soul I can do without.

I'm busy today with plenty of do, this and thats, so I'm safe. Nothing to strenuous, or to mundane. But there are other things I'd rather be doing. Back burnered at least, not impossible stuff. So I have something to look forward to. I just have to conjure up the energy to put it all together.

I, being a person who wants things RIGHT NOW. Hmmm. Some of the things I want may be a bit unrealistic so I have to reset my plans for the future. Of course I'd rather not but, the chances I took in the past have really set the tone for my choice of plans for tomorrow and next week. And the rest of my life.

Ok, so what happened to one day at a time. Well seems like I've always lived in the" here and now". For tomorrow may never come. And what do you know, tomorrow came. And now it seems to be a burden because I don't like my options. Well at least I have options. Maybe I'll run this by my friend in the Joint and see what he has to say about my OPTIONS. I don't even think he'll laugh because all must sound so absurd to him.

He got twenty years for smuggling pot across the Florida/Georgia state line. All his "'partners" are free and living in Mexico today. So much for that stupid code of honor among thieves. But anyway, heath options there aren't in the Federal Pen, so when he gets out in 5 more years he will have worse cirrhosis then I do and be to old for a liver transplant.

Guess I better stop whining now.

Smokestack Lightnin

Naomi Mather

Lucky Pete

Well what a week it has been. First, for all you Lucky Pete fans, he passed his Delta Dog Certification test. Now I have a vet check to do and pay the $20.00 for the paperwork submission. How about a big round of applause for my little gutter dog. He's movin' up. Soon we will be of service in the local hospital, rest homes, schools, and who knows what else.

Another thing that happened this week is I resigned as secretary on the Dog Park Board. As I get sicker with liver disease the less patience I have for the idiosyncratic behaviors of others. Never was good at sand box 101 anyway. And in a few weeks I will be engaging in round two of interferon/ribavirin treatment. I'm certain that will do much for my sunny personality.

And then theres those dates from the past. Its been 29 years since my 1st ex husband met his demise at the wrong end of a colt 45. I really hadn't thought to much about that in years, but as I was blowing around the www last night I ran across a picture of the exact spot he dropped dead. And almost the exact day.

So, thinks I, can't pass up such a red letter opportunity to write more bad poetry. Hence the last entry. Nothing like living on the fringe of the fringes for awhile to produce fodder for the mind to gobble up and upchuck in rants only exciting to my narcissistic self. Well I think I'll go to Home Depot and cruse the toilet section.

So it does

Day late and a dollar short

Well darn, I missed the Artsy Essay at Judith's site. I thought it was the 30th today. Oh well. Here it is anyway.. And oh so dark. The directions for this piece can be found by clicking on the title of this entry. Just in case someone wonders WHY I would even write this. It was fun even if I didn't actually get to participate in the contest.