I've written several emails lately that amuse me so I'm going to paste their content here.

Sometimes I feel like old Wordsworth. I look around at my world and wonder at all the soul-less zombies walking about. I wonder why they dont see the wonder that I see. And I wish for a time that I feel was more worthwhile.

The world is too much with us - Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon
Getting and spending we lay waste our powers'
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
and are up gathered now like sleeping flowers'
For this, for everything, we are out of tune'
It moves us not - Great God! I would rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I standing on this pleasant lea
have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn



One of my favorite poems is the one below by Li Po. This is how I spent nearly all my time in Alaska. Ok, kidding ... Not all of it. Alaska was beautiful and I sometimes think if it all came crashing down around me I would go back. When I stop to rationalize, though, I wonder if I wouldnt pick someplace with more opportunity. If onlyI could figure out where that is... In reality... opportunity is where you make it. Not where you find it. Which in the end, is what Li Po discovers in his poem.... which is maybe why I like it best after all.


Drinking alone in the moonlight - Li Po

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine
No friends at hand so I poured alone
I raised my cup to invite the moon
Turned to my shadow and we became three
No w the moon had never learned about drinking
And my shadow had merely followed my form
But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow
To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring
Whenever I sang the moon swayed with me
Whenever I danced my shadow went wild
Drinking we shared our enjoyment together
Drunk then each went off on his own
But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,
We promised to meet in the far Milky Way

Today I have my hair like Farah Fawcett circa way back when. It makes me feel voluminous. I have to walk like a super model and order black coffee and cocaine with hair like this. I feel so urban. I should be a rock star and tie long scarfs to my microphone. I shall call myself "Axel" but people will have to pronounce the X in Spanish so it will be "Ah-hell" .. like dark eyed woman from a foreign land crossed with a curse word. Maybe I will put an extra L on the end just to be eccentric.

So what's up with that new band that they are trying to form that they are always showing on TV? Supernova I think it's called? My band is going to be called Knifes and Flowers, I think, or maybe Toxin.. I'm not sure. Maybe I'll form a middle aged (I'm not middle aged but all the middle aged women will think I am but that I just look hot still, therefore, deifying and worshiping me and making me pretty much cool) band called Bo-Tox and our theme will be "The music that keeps you Young" Our tshirts will say "MILF's ROCK" and our concerts will be sponsored by OSCAL calcium supplement. I hear traveling on the pharmaceutical dime is a pretty cushy lifestyle. Instead of Xtasy they will be popping estrogen hormone replacement pills and red bull.

Well, the weather outside is frightful. Actually, it's just a little chilly but the sun is shining, which is anything but frightful. To prove that I will enter into evidence any horror story you have ever heard, read, or watched on the big screen. They never and I do mean never begin with, "It was a bright and sunny night."