it's fall time again...meaning it is blogging season once again---either that or i'm just in a ditch, trying desperately to figure out if it is time to get a new 8-7 job...or i should rather just stiffen my upper lip, straighten my shoulders out and stick it out another 8 months of hell...not to give the impresssion that my job is bad...it's fantastic, the projects are not merely mediocre, my responsilities are more than i probably should have...the exception:the one person who gets under your skin, and crawls in on the metro ride to work and doesn't crawl out till an hour or so after you've fallen asleep. eesh....25 more minutes till the nightly healing process can begin again...

i got a cup of jai today...

A Form of Women by Robert Creeley

I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door

and have walked tonight
by myself
to see the moonlight
and see it as trees

and shapes more fearful
because I feared
what I did not know
but have wanted to know.

My face is my own, I thought.
But you have seen it
turn into a thousand years.
I watched you cry.

I could not touch you.
I wanted very much to
touch you
but could not.

If it is dark
when this is given to you,
have care for its content
when the moon shines.

My face is my own.
My hands are my own.
My mouth is my own
but I am not.

Moon, moon,
when you leave me alone
all the darkness is
an utter blackness,

a pit of fear,
a stench,
hands unreasonable
never to touch.

But I love you.
Do you love me.
What to say
when you see me. "

this is a highlight for my morning...pogoyoyo...cravings for edamame are pushing me to raku for noontime din-din. sweet little peas smothered with saltiness...my taste buds are wacko today, craving cinnamon honey for my apples and chai tea as fluid. pogoyoyo filled my visual taste bud craving.

for picture narrative--click me!!

a tidal basin flooded, to the tippie toes of jefferson and lincoln
winds blowing strong and water creeping up to 6 feet
seeping into basements and under the skirts of doors
metro closed…a historic day
even the soldiers changing guard at the unknown tomb were given an evening of rest…………………they turned it down
a night spent partially in the dark drove us to find sunnier, happier, unwind swept places

travelling north from dc, we ended up in a cute boutique
the beauty of isabel unbeknownst to all in the sleepless town
an island unto itself we wandered the streets we now know comfortably
stumbling across this and across that
aliens invaded rockefellar center
and the last day of summer was felt thru the trees and in the swan’s smile at the lake

happy faces all around.

archi-freaks...romped around on the red line and ended up the other evening at the n.b.m. (national bldg museum for you non dc-ers). lighted benches arranged by age and livened by memory caught my spirit up in the idea that there may be hope yet for this barren, cold city...although today the weather is very california barbie. . KBAS .

Unable to focus at work today, I am able to concentrate on much more important things that make me feel all warm inside...like S.britt

riddle: it is soon to arrive and soon to be a mass of destruction, but it looks so pretty - what am i? answer: hurricane isabela>