21 February 2006

A Knock On The Door

Posted by at 12:44 PM
They ask me if I've ever thought about the end of
the world, and I say, "Come in, come in, let me
give you some lunch, for God's sake." After a few
bites it's the afterlife they want to talk about.
"Ouch," I say, "did you see that grape leaf
skeletonizer?" Then they're talking about
redemption and the chosen few sitting right by
His side. "Doing what?" I ask. "Just sitting?" I
am surrounded by burned up zombies. "Let's
have some lemon chiffon pie I bought yesterday
at the 3 Dog Bakery." But they want to talk about
my soul. I'm getting drowsy and see butterflies
everywhere. "Would you gentlemen like to take a
nap, I know I would." They stand and back away
from me, out the door, walking toward my
neighbors, a black cloud over their heads and
they see nothing without end.

James Tate

14 February 2006

old african proverb

Posted by at 11:23 AM
He who forgives ends the argument.



10 February 2006

ghost drummer loop

Posted by at 6:57 AM
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My first experiment in stop-motion gif animation, a self portrait as a spinning ghost.


01 February 2006

a desert worth its salt

Posted by at 1:54 PM
The Sonoran Desert.
I guess we are now into the longest dry spell in the recorded history of Phoenix, Arizona, something like 105 days without rain now.

And me with my ark all finished and ready to go and everything. How about that?

It felt good to wear sandals today.

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