here.
today when i took rosie for a walk, she seemed preoccupied. can dogs be preoccupied, or do they only know of the present? would we humans be preoccupied if we lived more sucessfully in our moments? as we walked down the hill, her sniffing things and me looking out at the wispy fog on the bay, i thought about the fluctuations of life. i noticed the old red sweater, soaked with rain and balled up on the side of the road, covered in dirt. whose was that? rosie began sniffing other dog's shit, then squatted to drop her own. strangely, i wondered if there was something more than animal biology happening. was she inspired by the others?
yesterday, i was informed at the dentist that i must pull my bottom lip forward with my left hand when brushing, in order to adequatley clean down to the base of the gum. i tried to photograph this silly procedure but had no available hand for the camera. it feels so messy. after the dentist, i went to a bike shop in Palo Alto where i test rode one of the bikes Mike and i will be ordering. it was without question, the most beautiful bicycle i have ever seen in my lifetime. so sleek and delicate and powerful. a truly magnificent machine.
my day though, was colored with the news that a friend of a friend had been killed in a car accident earlier that morning. she had neglected her seatbelt and died instantly as the car flipped over again and again. i didn't know her, but spent much of my day thinking about her quick and unexpected departure. sometimes, the utter fragility of it all, is completely overwhelming. oh that we can revel in being here.
Posted by jeff pitcher at January 8, 2004 10:51 PM
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How is it that one journal entry of yours manages to evoke more than several memories of mine at once? My late dear dog, Catcher, whose olive green eyes were windows to a beautiful, innocent soul peering back at me. My dear, close friend, Ryan, who also neglected his seatbelt and god knows the terrible pains he underwent as the car flipped triples times on hwy 80 from Davis to San Francisco before a helicopter picked up his body and flew him to SF hospital where he exhaled his last breath. I crumbled into pieces, sheltered myself in darkness for days when the news of his death was delivered to me via phone. I shall not go into detail the waning moments of my friend, Nathan, who passed away from AIDS, nor of the most beautiful Iranian child, Nema, whom I used to baby-sit, who grew up into a handsome young man only to pass away in his early teens from a relentless brain tumor before he even had the chance to experience life and share with the world his beauty.
I hate to speak of morbid things, but such memories still do haunt me. May their beautiful souls rest in peace, these angels of mine.
Posted by: Brina at January 9, 2004 11:40 AM
i don't know how i ended up here. both in terms of this site and life but mediocrity seems to usher forth in such abundence here that i am getting sticky with the goo and stinky from the shit. the music is horrible and the writing is so posing as poetic to almost be a caractiture of a sarcastic reinterpretation of bad poetry. flame flame yes some deserve the flame. the beauty of love has been defined by those much more honest with themselves then you. but the beauty of hate which also brings clarity must rain down on you for the goo and shit to be cleaned off. so flame and flame and i hope this helps
Posted by: somebody at January 9, 2004 01:11 PM
p.s.
monsieur jefferson:
pourquoi l'état de Maine? le défi? te mettre à l'épreuve? vous êtes fou!!! ...mais c'est la raison de plus pour je t'adorer beaucoup.
Posted by: Brina at January 9, 2004 01:16 PM
"but the beauty of hate which also brings clarity must rain down"
Ha ha...now there's a declaration.
Posted by: r at January 9, 2004 02:03 PM
