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one of my favorite things about working on this website is the messages i get from old friends & from strangers (never met a stranger, as they say) from all over the world * when i started this site my main purpose was to keep in touch with friends & family by having a place to show & tell (that & just playing on the learning ground -- learning on the playground?) * that has worked out amazingly well * not only can i tell my friends to go see what's going on in my life, i also get to hear from people i haven't heard from in a long time & that way the endless conversation of life goes on in the most delightful ways *

i also get messages from all over the country & beyond from people who enjoy some of my pictures or a recipe or even a poem * they give me ideas for the site, for work, for life... & it just makes me happy to think that i am reaching people just by doing something just because i love to do it (thank you Viggo for being the role model there, not the first but the one that came along right when i needed somebody to remind me what's important about making art/living life) *

so thank you all & please keep writing!

the stunning movie The Pillow Book is the inspiration for this ever-evolving page of lists * there are lots of links mixed in on my lists -- if i could find a good link on any item, i included it * some links go straight to Amazon.com or the IMDb but watch that bottom status bar because there are some other great links hidden in there * if you're interested in a little history, follow the story behind this page on the one that came before it, otherwise, click on for more rambling words and lists of beloved things -- is that an oxymoron?

the lists below may look the same but they change every time i update the page * not all of them every time, but all of them over time * as it's a new year i'm going to give them another thorough going over, keep my mind moving on to new obsessions, even though i don't completely let go of the old ones *

the 2 spots at top i'll keep -- they're always changing & besides, they please me (i'm the only audience for these pages for all i know, so why not?) * my horrorscope: i'm a woo-woo type, part pagan, so why not revel in it? & the hotties in the movies: what's life without some tasty crushes? i try to keep the list short, but when i really fall for somebody it's usually because of a generous genuine nature & then i never want to take him&her off my list * like Viggo, like Salma * i saw the elvin Cate Blanchett on Inside the Actors Studio & wow... she said "It has to be a generous act" about really giving herself to a performance emotionally, going all out as she does * the generosity of creative expression is one of my favorite concepts, the one i've begun the last 2 years with (see Viggo for last year, & Brezsny for this) * see, it's all connected *

Whirl-Zap-Gush (the Supreme Being formerly known as God) has choreographed a rigorous dance for you to do this week. It has a mix of primal and elegant elements; it's both meditative and profanely funny. A good title for this mysterious spectacle might be "Holy Ruckus" or "Sacred Uproar." As always, of course, you have free will: You can refuse to do the dance as Whirl-Zap-Gush has choreographed it, and instead go off and try your own spontaneous improvisations. But for maximum beauty, truth, and fulfillment, I suggest you stick with the divinely designed moves.

well! what do i say to that? sounds pretty strenuous to me (maybe i'm just tired from pushing some more dirt around in the garden) * i'm all for dancing lessons from god & i am in the middle of following some new ones, though this isn't one of those lessons that slapped me in the face (well sorta) but one that burbled up from the depths of my heart until i finally took notice * so i don't know if i'm following the steps as they were written or what * my life feels rather quiet for any ruckus or uproar, unless it's the upwelling of ideas & new (old) directions in my mind *

my answers to those questions he always asks on Inside the Actors Studio are as follows (today):

i just went outside to entertain Pippin for a bit & as i walked under the bird box i have hanging from the corner of my house i heard little peeps of babies! they're just house sparrows, but still * it's s'posed to be a wren box, but that's why there are so many of those durn house sparrows -- they don't give up just because it's a tight squeeze getting into the nest * they prolly think that's a good thing! so whose the lucky one? well, the little family & the happy hostess both *

i was watching a slide show of pictures of my mentor & best crush Viggo (yep, he's my inner male these days -- which is a whole lot better than dreaming all the time of my ex!) in his many faces * suddenly one of the pictures came to life & he was running away from cops or government agents but he was the good guy * he was not afraid & would not stop his quest which was for children somehow * he stopped on the stairs (in a big train station -- can you tell i watched Carlito's Way last night?) & turned back in confident challenge * "how's it goin'?" he says as if he were just anybody * they thought they had killed him but he held up a list with dates & locations of all the other times they had thought they'd killed him, 3 pages of small print, & he was not dead * they weren't ready to face his challenge & they let him go * i went to him as he walked on down the stairs & asked "are you the man who was just killed over there?" * "yes!" he replied, seeming pleased that somebody had noticed * i felt a great respect & friendship for him that took away my shyness * i had the sense that he wanted to be treated as a real person, not as a criminal or a hero so i asked immediately, "would you like to get some coffee?" * he seemed pleased again at the question, always expecting to be grilled about his quest * he put his warm strong arm around my shoulders & i felt at the same time an equal yet also taken under his wing * i thought of how the real Viggo would rather drink yerba mate so i asked if he was sure it was coffee he wanted * he was so sure that i didn't reveal that i keep up with him on google news & just went to the stand below with him for coffee -- i had the feeling that he was not the man Viggo but one of his characters & i did not want to break the mood * for only two small cups it was ten bucks & even though i knew he did not have much money he did not want to let me pay * while i fumbled for a ten he set a 20 on the counter but i put it back in his pocket * to make matters worse the person in front of us poured cream in all the coffees, including Viggo's * he grumbled but he accepted it & we went on arm in arm *