i found another house on the head
picture to go with the others

with bodie



heather came today and we picked citrus and
had lunch at the farmer & the cook and walked
about ojai; we saw matt at bart's and heather picked
some grapefruit that grows on a tree in the courtyard
there and then we had pizza with my parents. i still
have to finish the binding on their quilt; hopefully my mom
will go to bed soon so i can work on it. hee.

"The perfect is the enemy of the good" is a fact free aphorism. Something isn't better than nothing, when something legally obligates everyone to give money to corporations exempt from anti-trust law who can charge 300% for pre-existing conditions based on age.

Here's some with a bit more grounding:

The great corporations which we have grown to speak of rather loosely as trusts are the creatures of the State, and the State not only has the right to control them, but it is duty bound to control them wherever the need of such control is shown.

Also:

Political parties exist to secure responsible government and to execute the will of the people. From these great tasks both of the old parties have turned aside. Instead of instruments to promote the general welfare they have become the tools of corrupt interests, which use them impartially to serve their selfish purposes. Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility to the people. To destroy this invisible government, to dissolve the unholy alliance between corrupt business and corrupt politics, is the first task of the statesmanship of the day.

These things weren't said by Ralph Nader, but a fucking goddamn President. A jingoistic gun-happy Republican President who was no enemy of rich people. Goddamn, he'd be ashamed of those fuckwads now - hell, he'd be frustrated with almost all of those in DC and it's not like politics was squeaky clean and simple back then.

beyond this point from roxanne on Vimeo.

cassandra & i filmed this yesterday. i wanted to
film with my 8mm camera but i think there is something wrong
with it :/ at least digital is more immediately satisfying.
i would like to add sound to it but i need to record or find some somehow...
all i ahve on my computer is prince.

when we got home from town this peacock was wandering about the neighborhood

peacock from roxanne on Vimeo.

my multi-media text @ http://thenewriver.us

The starting rate for getting into Holy Land (without parking, food, etc.) is $35 per person. A bit of a steep price for ironic thrills when there's acres of nature around.



It's manatee season at Blue Spring State Park, so we're going there instead.

When it comes to some dude undergoing a dinner theater crucifiction or sea cows, we have a bias.


In fact, Jesus may have come back as this guy.

I’m just going to stop apologizing for taking too long to post this or that. So what if it’s been two months since the last Style Dispatch? You’ll take it when you can get it and you will love it. YEAHH! Wait… Where are you going? I was just joking. Please, come back. I took some photos of an outfit for you and everything! Was saving them for the holidays, but here they be now because I will have bigger news to share later in the week, anyway.

I call this look, The Chimney Sweep’s Daughter.

[the filth is on the inside]

The draped funnel neck shape I hold so dear is acquired here by draping and pinning of a light cloak over a thin sweater, mixed with a skirt+sock combo and rounded off with a  pair of sturdy Victorian-era-inspired ankle boots.

This silhouette is fun and relaxed, but still allows for a glimpse of  femininity. The loose cloak shows the body’s shape by revealing tight sleeves and part of the torso. Wearing this combination with a skirt and heeled boots highlights the legs and balances the purposely-lumpy top. It’s a nice break from formfitting garb on colder days, when oft-eschewed comfort appeals more than ever.

The Components

• knit cloak [draped and pinned into obedience]
• off the shoulder sweater
• Anglomania asymmetrical pocket nylon skirt, Vivienne Westwood
• pattern socks
• Rococo Dame Agnes boots, John Fluevog

Originally published at biorequiem. Please leave any comments there.

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I was doing an image search and I came across this. Oh em gee, so cute, so sad.



May 2007: A group of orphaned baby owls snuggle up to a cuddly toy which has become their surrogate mum after they were found on the brink of death in the wild.

Two of them, brother and sister Oscar and Olivia, aged four weeks were brought in by a concerned dog walker who found them being clawed to death by a pair of cats. A fluffy baby aged around six weeks called Thomas was taken to the animal centre by a member of the public who spotted him lying on the edge of a busy road. And tiny eight-week-old Tamsin narrowly escaped a nasty end when she was discovered by a cyclist tottering along a popular bike path through a forest.

All four of the nocturnal creatures are now being cared for by experts at the New Forest Otter, Owl & Wildlife Park at Longdown in the New Forest, Hants.

After a tough start in life, they are being fed up to full strength in the park's hospital quarters, where they crave love from their surrogate mum.

The park's animal manager, John Crooks, said the little chicks may have got lost from their mums in the Hampshire countryside after wandering off before they could fly.

Or they may also have been forced out of the nest by their parents if they were the youngest of a large brood to hatch.

He said: "There's a lot of misinformation about tawny owls. They're perceived to be very wise animals because of their appearance but really they're not very bright at all.

...once their wings and adult feathers are grown, they will be moved to an aviary to spend another month or two learning to fly and building up their muscles. Experts hope to be able to release the orphans back into the wild when they reach the age of three to four months.

...The group have all bonded and snuggle up close to each other and to the cuddly toy owl dubbed 'mummy owl', which has to be washed regularly because she gets so much love.

The babies are also making their first attempts at flight by jumping off objects and flapping their little wings.

The tiny chicks stand just a few inches tall at the moment, but within a couple of months they will grow to be around one foot tall.

...Park keepers are also worried because owl breeding has been unusually early this year - a phenomenon they believe is evidence of global warming.