Mojo Mamarazzi and the Unquiet Days

ruby jane in color at opals on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

2009-11-03T10:50:00.000-08:00

ruby jane in color at opals on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Ruby Jane in New York Times...again!

2009-09-30T14:40:00.000-07:00

Ruby Jane Article in New York Times!!http://mediadecoder.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/09/26/who-do-these-guys-think-they-are/

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2009-08-15T06:53:00.001-07:00

Scary Scary Days

Bob Dylan doesn't get to walk where he wants to walk. Where do you think that leaves you?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090815/ap_on_en_mu/us_people_bob_dylan

Where again do we live? Is this America? Good grief. I have kept my mouth shut long enough. I am sick of government. Sick of government control. Both parties are the same. Both funded corporately. We better unite and put the brakes on. Scream and scream and scream til the bleeding stops. You really want government to tell you which doctor to use and that you cant have the latest cancer treatment? Neither party has done its job. I am so disappointed in both. I am disappointed in the regular folks in both shouting at each other other, blaming each other. Neither mentions anything about politics anymore without a jab to the other party. THIS IS NOT THE WAY. This is not the way to peace and freedom. Beware. if Bob Dylan being picked up for being in the wrong neighborhood doesn't send shivers down your spine, we have a very big problem in America.

Bird Watchers

2009-07-30T15:39:00.000-07:00

Just beneath the underbelly tree grew the dark corner. No light. No hope. No bridges. No satin kimonos. The two greenwing birds sat above the branch with no leaves. Their beaks opened, drew closer, and they breathed in the same air...and out again, and in again, and out again. They sighed. He could no longer watch the dark corner grow beneath them. Just beyond the underbelly tree he flew. She followed. A narrow but short tunnel it was. She liked short.

Where there is Love

2009-07-30T08:32:00.000-07:00

Where there is Love: life grows, tolerance thrives, and joy abounds. Tom Waits, "What is he building in there?"

Ruby Jane is a gift.

(The first picture of Ruby Jane is when she is about 8 or 9, I guess. )

I think I have to admit my fanaticism myself for motherhood. It is the best job I could have. Giving to the next generation, teaching Love for all, actually making a difference is the bomb. :)

It is interesting how negativity OR positivity need feeding to grow. How obvious that to grow, anything needs feeding. Kind of takes the sting out of the quote, but really more importantly, watch what you are feeding, I suppose. It will indeed grow.

What's it all about, Alfie?

2009-07-30T06:41:00.000-07:00

Under the framework of confusion,

Why are all the cabbies middle eastern/muslim?

Why do they call Barack Obama black when he is biracial (hello, equal black and white, hello?)?

Why do people post when they go to the grocery store on facebook?

Why am I blogging? oh, I know that one. many reasons. Maybe I can emit some turmoil on this blog. Maybe I can tell a story. Maybe I can curb my urge to write on the walls by writing here.
Maybe I can put the pieces of the Ruby Jane story here.
Will it make sense? Like most things, probably not. But I'm putting it out here for better or worse. And there is so very much to tell.

How does the mind work?

2009-07-29T12:18:00.000-07:00

So I'm not going to begin there at all.

I got this guy on my mind.

I meet this guy with the face of an Amish gentleman, a good heart, and fantastic equipment. And I'm supposed to not think about that? He didn't even mind my eccentric ways and the field I plow.

But the days require work here.

I could take that pentacostal parishioner down to the land of trouble.

Bloggin Blues

2009-07-29T07:31:00.000-07:00

So, ok, one must begin at the beginning. Should I begin today as the beginning of the the blogging drama or should I begin at the beginning of the adventures beginning with Ruby Jane's entrance into this world or begin when we began the musical adventures or begin to tell of the road adventures or just begin? Begin again.

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