Things seem clearer in the silver light of the extraordinary - Harlan Ellison

Is pretty much Friends only - comment to be added?

Michael Been passed away yesterday. Of The Call - such iconic music that led me through my revolution...

And the walls came down...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kX8lqXAONg

Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle

The Birthday was good. Morton Peak is a fire tower in real life, but it was my tree house for a night. Getting there is a challenge, not for a city slickers vehicle. Made me love the old white truck as we rattled over deep ruts and gullies climbing high above San Bernadino on the way to Big Bear Mountain. Wildflowers abound - so unusual for this late in the year.

There are 2 old pines on the top, a man-made drinking hole for critters, an outhouse, a picnic table and the tower. Its excellent. You have to climb up 2 stories of rickety narrow steps, lift a trap door and you emerge on a catwalk encircling a one room paradise with 360 views, a bed, a telescope, shelves, books on the local flora and fauna, lots of posters on how to look for a fire and that is about it.

After my father died and my mother decided to stay on the farm and make a go of it, she built, by herself, a treehouse for me and my sis. I must have lived there the summer I was 10 and a few years after. That is where I read Harper Lee, John Nichols(I am the Wizard of Loneliness - alakadetmole!), cried as Scarlett made an absolute mess of everything, Auntie Mame, every Tales from the Crypt I could find, H.P. Lovecraft, Poe, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, every gothic ghost story the library had.

It was huge to me and now, there is nothing but a few planks and I don't see how it could have contained my world, but it did. That is where I started to keep a journal too...a tradition that I keep today.

Simon said he had never seen me skip before. We decided that our condo is kind of like a treehouse. sort of.

We were up at 5:30 to see the sun rise and the valley below hold the clouds like a bowl.
I will hold this birthday close for a long time.

whatta day, whatta week. lots to post, but too tired - I like this from one of my FB friends though:
BritishPetroleum (BP) rep Randy Prescott made a comment, "Louisiana isn't the only place that has shrimp." His office number is (713) 323-4093 Hisemail is randy.prescott@bp.com. Give him a call or send an email. Tell him "BP isn't the only place that has fuel for my car!"

Just got a copy of "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' for .75 plus shipping. You cannot beat that. I just want to curl up and read now.

It is an ok Monday all in all - Just working through the list, and feeling better although sore today. Taking it easy in a good way.

Was going to hear a lecture tonight, but may skip it. have some things to work on with Simon. We may team up on a guerilla film project. Interestingly enough, Simon suggested me for the project. We do not work together on pro projects and I was encouraged by this. He is really trying to be collaborative on all fronts. This one would be great fun should it work out.
that is really about it for Monday for me at the moment.

excellent day at LAT FOB - saw http://www.roughtype.com/ and http://www.davidshields.com/, Tom Hayden and John Dean. I loved LA today.

This is free. tickets to the panels are 1.00 each. This is the best day a bookworm could have. Publishers and booksellers from around the world have all their wares on offer. If I was a rich woman....but, this has become a tradition for Simon and myself. It was a very good day for us, to listen to thinkers, and writers talk about politics, culture, policy and what matters - Tom Hayden talked about the promise of the next generation, which made me so happy. I realized that I don't have enough friends with grown children who are our immediate future. Those I know make me so very hopeful.

Thinking alot tonight and reflecting. Have made a long wish list and need a trip to the library now!

And we felt it plenty here.
Water out of pool. Cats freaked, everything swaying.
but all intact.

phew!

Not always but today, yes.
after gym and chores I took myself to my very favorite building here - the Central Library and gave the girl behind the table my ticket that I had reserved online for FREE and sat myself down to indulge in a hour of heavenly chamber music performed by four members of the Los Angeles Philharmonic.

Hadyn, Handel and Beethoven. my heart wept and pounded in equal measure. Such beauty and emotion, control and abandon from 3 violinists and a cellist. For this girl from Alabama, it was a treat.

I think that Beethoven must have been a wicked lover. He understands passion and patience, desire and pain, all encompassing despair and ecstasy. Or at least that is how I hear it.

Tomorrow hiking and gardening.

Happy Vernal Equinox.

I just wrote a profound, big ol' post, full of witty observations and entertaining stories.

its gone and I cant find it.

so that is that.