Tschaikovsky

P.I. Tschaikovsky Reborn
Thanks to a movie called Black Swan.
I downloaded the entire Ballet to my iPhone and now I have unlimited, everywhere, anytime access to a litany of great tunes from M. PIT.
But I can't get past the Danse Espagnole which galvanizes me and uplifts me.
No wonder women loved that man although he was resolutely, unattainably gay. I hope he was very very rich after the production of his Ballets.

They're After Me

I met a man who gave me meat; 3 small carcasses of what was supposed to be goat. (What I ask am I supposed to be doing with a carcass of goat; I hate meat and I hate cooking meat.... and I really don't like the thought of carving up and cooking something that looks a lot like a large dog)
RZ was in my dream; the man who fixes my car. What was RZ doing in my dream, I ask? Dunno but he was there and because he comes from the middle east; perhaps he was the source of the goat.
Fade to another scene and another scene. I seem to be driving somewhere. There is turmoil and upset. I am searching for something. I keep going back and forth to the same location looking for something and not finding it. There is someone else; a woman and a man. Who seem to be avoiding me, not answering my questions.
Then I am driving; I smell burning in the car. I see smoke coming up from the floorboards. I get out of the car. Which car I wonder is this? It is not the Honda CRV that I drive in my Day life but some other small version that RZ has recently done something to.
I left everything inside the car; my purse, my stuff which I have a lot of... and I walked behind the car. I see the gastank below is burning, burning. There are men in an elevator above the car working on what appears to be a crane and I yell to them get out, get away, car on fire so they all climb down and scatter. I see my car burning, burning, no explosion just an intense consummation by fire.
I walk with RZ to RZ's house and I notice that I've lost my lower clothes; my blue jeans. I am walking in my underwear or perhaps I've taken them off because they've been singed. I take out one of the carcasses from the refrigerator, the carcass that has not been cut up and notice it start to move and stretch and stand up. And I see that the carcass is not a goat but a nicely formed 14 pound white miniature poodle who is slowly coming back from the dead! Why did RZ sabotage my car and sell me dead dog instead of dead goat, at least in my dreams? Why am I dreaming so bizarrely?

At Last

It finally happened. I woke up and ditched CBC2 in the am. No more mind numbing generic classical music; full orchestras blaring at 4 in the morning. That's it. I exchanged it for some light jazz 91.1. Sorry CBC, I miss Molly Johnson on the weekends.

Technofreak

Spent the weekend shopping for my iphone4. A new wardrobe for a new phone. Getting a new iphone is like having a kid. Months of anticipation. And when the event has arrived I'm left staring at the new stranger wondering why it isn't Albert Einstein.

Heavenly Night

Arrogantly I said "training horses is not brain surgery".
Well today I realized it is.
It's a whole lot more subtle. And unlike surgery, where you can hide behind a mask and the techs more or less don't know you are fucking up until it dies (more often than not it doesn't die; it just gets better no matter what and goes home same as everyone else only to die much later), actually your ass is hanging out there for all the world to see the visual representation equinely of your inability or lack of eptitude as your horse crosses the finish line dead last.
MeVaMe filled the bill tonight. A heavenly spot outside and a great meal and we got to watch a total asshole embarrass himself trying to bring down a poor waitress; who by the way, was completely immune to his invective.
I walked up Rockford Road later to take a picture by lamplight of a crescent moon high in the sky over Rockford. And a guy on a bicycle came by with his kid riding behind him in a tandem seat. Only when I looked closer I realized it wasn't a kid; it was a Cocker Spaniel sitting in a deep wire basket behind him enjoying the warm summer night breeze. Thank you God for such a night.

5 apples

Struggling to carry a pile of things from the backyard; 5 red delicious apples fell from my bag onto the grassy strip beside the wooden storage space under the kitchen patio. I watched them roll under the worn wooden floor board until they were out of sight and sinking into the sand. Cursing, I put the gear on the ground and got down on bended knee to retrieve the apples. But they kept disappearing under the surface of the wooden wall. Then I noticed; the garbage and detritus of 50 years had been removed. My mother must have cleaned it up; carted away the boards and bricks and old garden tools thrown in there by my father; empty oil cans and slats of weathered wood. In its place was a fresh bed of light sand; a beam of sunlight illuminated the interior; no longer dark and dank it was bright and sunny and a vivid green mint was growing at the back.

South Korean Couple

A south Korean couple played at raising a "virtual child" on line while their real child starved to death. And no one noticed. For 5 months.
Around the globe there are all kinds of people addicted to online games, on line gambling while their children, their families, their pets suffer alone. What the fuck?