The windjammer is the first clue that the rhythm's back, not that it went anywhere. It's more like awakening from a dream, getting my bearings just as the ON light foretells me we get to do this again.

Take it, Dicky -NO! Skip the bad acting part but do proceed with Tell it like it is. It's liking yourself enough to compensate for any fallen dominos.

Was I any more of a storyteller in 11/2010?
Keep the faith. The mantra of the besotted and the downtrodden. Was it faith in Man? God? Nirvana? Heaven? Better days ahead? Goodness gets rewarded? You'll find love? Here's what keeping the faith has proven: The good find goodness and make a reality of god of the living. Jesus was the son of god. All living things are (were) children of god. We are graced to have evolved on a spinning particle in the universe where light, water and oxygen allow us the rise to the highest species and have ham and eggs for breakfast. I knew this even before YouTube. Having spelled out previously what it means to be a love child, I represent the lullaby league of your own, living not one second without love. Because of this, the urge to keeping saying it is uncontainable. Today becomes reconnection to my beginning, first by voice and tomorrow by presence. It's a gift to go to your beginning - and to get to do it every year is abundanza. Only the lucky and the willing get to shimmy with the sister and my moves are still blue suede shoes-like. If the summit at Yalta was collectivism at its finest, the summit at the elevators in Monte Carlo adds one and brings together the most beautiful generous lovers of life one could ever wonder about existing. And the stars look very different today. November 29, 2010