The Roseman's Musings

Angels singing along to "Hallelujah Chorus"

2012-01-16T11:22:00.000-05:00

I Kansas City, 7 people sing Hallelujah, and a choir of angels joins in with instruments and countless voices including a new stanza never heard before.

Hallelujah,
hallelujah....

Hallelujah, ringing all across the land
Everybody's singing at the Lord's command
All the saints and the angels up in glory wait to hear the news
of Jesus and his children as they're coming through

Hallelujah,
hallelujah...

Some new rug art...

2011-12-24T22:38:00.000-05:00

This is the original concept picture for a "Hilary Duff" rug, it's been shrunk to show pixelation so I can choose colours and thread count for the rug.

...and here's the finished "Hilary Duff" rug on my wall.

Here we have the finished "White Horse" rug.

I think it turned out well, using this original image to design the rug.

Here's the "Skipper" rug made of two images of the family dog, Skipper.

My friend, Tom, hard at work on the "Skipper" rug, while I worked on my next project.

My current rug project, "SV Et Al" has been stored over the summer, but is now out and ready for work to continue.

Below are a few planned rugs for future projects. They haven't been made yet...

This image of Lindsay Lohan was picked out by her sister Ali. It's still on the "to do..." list.

These following images are also planned rugs.

Here we have, Amanda Bynes.

Sarah Michelle Gellar

Homer Simpson

...a beautiful black lab.

Here's the "Charmed" rug with some lifesize standups of Alyssa and Rose (holding the original image)

And... a younger me, showing off the "Charmed" rug at a store in the local mall.

The following images have fascinated me, and I've put them on the hot list for possible future rug projects.

This colourful image is a painting of Amsterdam, Holland. I think it would make a beautiful rug.

Michelle Trachtenberg has so many interesting images available, she may inspire another rug like this image, perhaps. I think it would make an interesting study in form and shadow which lends itself well to rugs.

Miley Cyrus also has an interesting face, and I think the image on the (right/or below) would make a very nice rug portrait. I have to map out the colours and see what pops up.

I picked this image for two reasons, her eyes, and the rose in her hair. I think the texture/colours in her hair will also make an interesting rug if I can manage to interpret the colours correctly.

Always a fan of Amanda Bynes, her bright eyes and brilliant smile would make for an interesting rug project. Lovin' that smile!

Emily Osment. The colours in this image might be a bit of a challenge to work with. I might have to hunt further for an appropriate image to make a good looking portrait rug.

Yes, Miley again... but with a horse. I've done the horse and girl combination before with Alyssa Milano and her horse. I think it worked out rather well. She liked it, anyway.

This is totally a shot in the dark, but think Selena Gomez will also make for an interesting portrait rug. Final image choice hasn't been made yet... any suggestions?

The Latest Rugs...

2010-07-24T19:08:00.000-04:00

Here's some pictures of the latest rugs I've designed and got finished.

The S.V. EtAl under full sail off Victoria, BC. Captain B. L. Wolters

This rug is a work in progress.

Artistic rug of my dog Skipper.

The "Michelle Trachtenberg Rug" (one of my best so far...)

The "Alyssa Milano and Horse Rug"

Some people say they can't see the horse... I don't understand...?

Can you see the horse?

The "Rose McGowan Rug" or "Charmed Rug"

Actually there are three girls in this image, Rose is in the foreground,

Holly Marie Combs is 'in blue' to the left, and

Alyssa Milano is 'in the water' between Rose and Holly.

Here's the original image I used where you can see the other girls clearer.

There's another rug in the works right now of a white horse, and plans for the next rug after that will be a colourful image based on a painting of the canals of Amsterdam, Holland.

The "Michelle" (Trachtenberg) Rug

2010-05-27T15:41:00.000-04:00

A work of art, of compassion, of love.

The "Michelle Rug" Inspired by an image of Michelle Trachtenberg.

This photo on the bottom here is the inspiration for the rug art. Let me know if you like my art, or if there's an image you would like to see my attempt... here in the comments below. Or you can email me directly at blwolters@hotmail.com (subject: rug art)

Have you made someone smile today?

2010-04-23T11:00:00.000-04:00

I'm always out and about, cracking jokes, engaging people (strangers) in conversation. I look for the opportunity to make someone smile, to make someone laugh. It brightens my own day as well. A few people here in Ontario actually comment back, and most interestingly, the common question is, "Where are you from?" I tell them I live in Ontario now, but I was raised on the West Coast. They latch onto that, "Oh, the West Coast..." they exclaim, "People are much more open and friendly on the West Coast." I wonder if that's true? I'm just being myself and trying to engage people, flirting with the girls, challenging the people around me to think it might not be a "bad" day. A few people don't appreciate my humor, my "odd" behavior, and they'll scowl at me or walk away. LOL I even got a "Tch..." from a woman yesterday. I won't change what I do though. Like I said, it makes my day to see someone else smile, to hear a giggle or laughter. If that means I'm weird or "from somewhere else..." then so be it. What have you done today?

Serious, yet funny too. My brand of humor, I think, is to make observations about things in ways nobody has thought of before. Sometimes it comes across as being sarcastic or mean, or downright nasty... but that's not my intent. As a person, as a writer, I'm trying to think of things from a fresh angle, and I'm trying to introduce that fresh angle to those around me. The people I talk to and the people who read what I write are my audience, my students, and my teachers. I look for reaction, thrive on it. I can't stand being ignored. Is that an illness? Maybe, but it is me. Can I make you laugh or cry, love me or hate me with my words? Good. That's my goal. A lukewarm response or no response at all just sucks. Is it that drive for recognition, for "fame", that defines who I am? Who am I unless I have some affect on my environment and on the people around me? I feel good if I can brighten the mood around me and see happy people. Maybe they should up my medication...

Progress continues on my latest rug art:

2010-04-22T11:04:00.000-04:00

I'm actually a little further along on the rug now... this photo was taken yesterday and I worked on the rug some more last night. I get to a point with these where I just want to get them done and see the end result.
The above rug is being made using a photo of Michelle Trachtenberg which I found online.
Here are a few pictures of my finished rugs:

This rug is an old picture I had on my computer of Alyssa Milano and one of her horses. You'd have to ask her which horse it was, as I've forgotten it's name.

The rug above, the "Charmed" rug, features Rose McGowan. It's one of the first rugs I've done to my own design. This rug has been to Hollywood and the set of Charmed when the show was still being filmed. I had expected Rose to keep the rug, but she returned it with a thank you note and an autographed photo.

The above image is the graph/plan for a rug currently in the process of being made by a friend of mine. It's one of my designs and features my dog, "Skipper". I'll show more images of this rug as progress is made.

This picture of a sailboat is the next rug I plan to make. It's my artistic representation of the boat S.V. EtAl which I had lived aboard and sailed for a number of years on the west coast.

"Super Commenter Man!"

2010-04-14T14:57:00.000-04:00

I was asked recently on Facebook, what my superhero outfit would look like. Here is my response:

Hmmm... I'm thinking a dark green cape, bright red tights, and a rose (red) between my teeth... My power, as usual, shall be the pen (keyboard), which we all know is mightier than the sword. You can support your local "Super Commenter Man!" by buying his books... hint.hint. ;D

He's so fast... he's even fast asleep! Able to leap to conclusions ... in a single leap. Willing to voice his opinion, no matter how unpopular he thinks it might be... He's "Super Commenter Man!" (coming soon to a webblog/Twitter/Facebook/website near you.)

Legal: opinions and views express by the "Super Commenter Man!" may not be those of the author.

Opinions:

God, for Him
Religion, pretty much against it. (figure that out!)
Abortion, against. (but, as I'm told lately, I'm a guy and my opinion doesn't count.)
Eating meat, for. (for now...)
Sex, after marriage (ya, right...)
Homosexuality, (against the act, not the person.)
Work/labor, relax until the feeling passes.

I reserve the right to add to this list as I see fit.

Comments WELCOME!!!

arbitrary picture of something cute/funny/controversial... see below.

My personal library. (one section of it anyway...) I read a lot more than I write.

New Book announcement!

2010-03-30T21:55:00.001-04:00

My latest book release:

Morality? A Discussion by Brent Wolters Featuring content by Tim Gier, and Diana Adams | BOOK INFO

Order your copy today!

Unbelievable Job Offer...

2010-03-29T20:23:00.000-04:00

I found this job offer by reading a Twitter entry from a friend, Diana Adams @adamsconsulting
adamsconsulting

RT @ShellyKramer: RT @chelpixie: Best. job. posting. ever. http://bit.ly/aOCqvz 13 minutes ago via TweetDeck

The link for the ad is: http://madebymany.co.uk/were-hiring-003476#comment-18324

I figured, what could it hurt? Here's my "application"...

Your applicant qualifications seem pretty clear, but they also seem a bit unusual to me. You want someone who is “willing to fail”? I have a lot of experience with failure… and it doesn’t bother me at all. Live and learn, right. So, here’s your challenge. Pay me, tell me exactly what you’re looking for, and I’ll try (and probably mostly fail) to deliver what you want. Sounds like fun. :D
I’m going to blog about this now… hope you don’t mind.
Brent Wolters

Now let's see what happens next. LOL

The "real" Night Rider

2010-03-25T10:44:00.000-04:00

It was the summer of 1993, in Victoria, British Columbia on Vancouver Island where I found my first bike. A beautiful black 750 Honda Shadow in mint condition, being "given" away by a disgruntled and newly divorced woman while her ex was away on "business". She had a sign on the bike asking for $3000 or best offer. I looked at the bike while she stood nearby, then, jokingly offered her the contents of my wallet to drive it away then-and-now. I couldn't believe my ears when she said one word... "Sold." I pulled out my wallet, opened it wide so she could see the contents. One $20 bill. She laughed. I thought, "...well, so much for that idea." but then she surprised me again. She held out her hand, and I passed her the $20. She had a glint in her eye as she said, "Perfect, just one more thing." SO now I'm wondering what's up. She gets the insurance and transfer papers from inside her apartment, along with a receipt book that makes copies. She writes out a receipt for $20 and we both sign it. She clearly prints 750 Honda Shadow on the receipt stub, and closes the book. I glance at the cover and see a man's name there, and grin at her. "His book...?" I ask. She nods and walks away, leaving me the bike and the keys.
The next week, I get my Riders Permit and take a quick motorcycle riding course to get my street license. Previously, I'd only ridden dirt bikes on the farm where I grew up. I ride that bike everywhere that summer and fall. It was a great bike. Then my brother-in-law tells me a friend of his wants the bike and is offering $500 for it. "Sold." I say.
I miss my bike.

My 10 guilty pleasures...

2010-03-17T21:40:00.000-04:00

1. Twittering while I have guests over. (and quoting to them funny tweets that I see online.)

2. Watching Miley Cyrus music video's, and following the news about her. It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion... strangely similar to watching Lindsay Lohan's career. I worry about her.

Click on image of Lindsay to read poem.

3. Buying movies on DVD that are R rated... just to watch the R rated bits. (ie. Alyssa Milano's scenes in "Embrace of the Vampire", or Pamela Anderson's scenes in "Barb Wire")

4. Redheads...

5. Eating the Best Pizza EVER: Well Done, Thick Crust, With 12 toppings: Pepperoni, Bacon Crumble, Hot Sausage, Ground Beef, Feta Cheese, Double Cheese, Bbq Sauce, Mushroom, Green Olive, Green Pepper, Tomato. Ordered from http://www.ginospizza.ca ~ $30. But worth it!

6. Drinking Coca-Cola, even though my doctor says it will kill me

7. Wearing "track pants" everywhere... no matter what the situation or what the dress code is.

8. Using my dog, to talk to women... (and rubbing my hands with bacon, so their dogs go nuts and lick my hands... evoking comments like, "gee... my dog really likes you, you must be a good person. He NEVER does that with anyone else!")

9. Reading "Heavy Metal" magazine.

10. Sleeping in on Sunday morning, when I tell people I'm going to be in church...

Things I learned from my dog.

2010-03-12T16:50:00.000-05:00

Always greet everyone within reach. If someone ignores you, shout at them to announce your presence. If someone still ignores you, jump on them.
When you sleep with someone else, always get as close to them as possible.
Keep your hands clean and don't neglect other area's of your anatomy either.
When watching TV, get as close to the screen as possible.
Loudly reprimand anyone who runs, fights, or makes loud noises without your express permission (including everyone you see on TV).
If someone is bigger than you, make more noise then usual to try and intimidate them.
Always announce visitors and guests in a way that everyone within hearing distance knows there's someone new around.
Go outside as often as possible, specially if it involves being with friends.
Never, ever turn down a car ride, no matter how far or who with.
When there's food around, always try to encourage others to share... but aggressively protect anything you have from everyone else.
Staring at someone long enough will always elicit a response of "what?"
Be sure to check up on every person in the residence who isn't in visual range; if they're sitting on the toilet, stare at them until they're done.
When eating your dinner, always get as close to everyone else who's eating as possible.
If someone tells you to be quiet, groan and moan about it long enough for them to know you'll comply, but under protest.
Under no circumstance let anyone else get the last word in.
If someone reprimands you and then asks you to "come here", go to someone else and plea for sanctuary.
When someone is nice enough to give you a scratch/rub, present to them the optimum area for scratching/rubbing.
Always look sad and forlorn when people are leaving, walk them to the door.
Greet old men and babies before everyone else.
Beware of small children.
If someone is scared of you, stare them down.
Cats are always fair game.
When out for a bathroom break, always delay the big job as long as possible in order to maximize exploration time.
Always stop to smell the flowers, shrubs, grass, sidewalk, posts, fire hydrants, and dogs butts.
Make sure that everyone in the area know it's your territory.

Annoucing my latest book.

2010-03-11T11:48:00.000-05:00

Wish You Were Here, a story of life on the edge of reason.

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Wisdom from Misha... (Zack's younger sister)

2010-02-22T10:19:00.001-05:00

Another talented writer in the family. This is from my niece, Misha.

emotionless monster

Yesterday at 7:24pm
She walks with no stumble in her steps while her world crumbles around her... As she walks they glare at her with envy or pity....because she shows no emotion at all. How does she control the pain? Does she even know what emotion means? She walks with no stumble in her steps only showing her apathy as she walks through chaos. She is known as the emotionless monster, nothing makes her fall... Until the day she knows what pain is.....

More wisedom from Zack (18) my Nephew.

2010-02-17T18:00:00.002-05:00

What I Seek!

Yesterday at 11:10pm

You put a smile upon my face,.... You light my path and protect me from the cold.....You show me love, when I have done you wrong.......You move me every time you speak or murmur a word........ Your eye cut me too my soul, and you see who I really am....... You embrace me when I need and even when i don't..... You are the one what motivates me to achieve not for anyone else, but for myself......You don't kick me when I am down ...... You show the true radiance of life and the reason to live..... You allow me to love and too be loved...... You can health me with your touch and silent presences.....You know when i need space.......You are a best friend and a lover....... I can watch the game with you......and it a silly romantic way you can turn any activity special...... You are my sun and moon........ You are crazy and laid back at the same time.....You understand why i am later...... and why I have flowers behind my back....... We move with one heart beat but do two totally different things, .....You are my balance and rock and I am your adventure and air ....... :)!

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Yesterday at 10:50pm
My soul has been kissed by the darkness i have surrounded myself in as a protective layer from the outside world, i have become cold, calculated and machine like, there is no more love left in these veins but instead they are been filedl with regret and timeless anguish earn over my lifetime, it feel that life it self was given a choice to go right or left and instead of choosing a path, it crashed into the median head first, destroying every glimmer of life i owned. The question is should i rebuild and blaze a new unforeseen path full of adventure and risk, or stay upon the beating path that is clear and safe? These events that have unfolded have changed me, and have dragged out in my mind, repeating over and over again like a broken record of the cold reality I face alone.......

More wisedom from Zack (18) my Nephew.

2010-02-17T18:00:00.001-05:00

More wisedom from Zack (18) my Nephew.

2010-02-17T18:00:00.000-05:00

What I Seek!
You put a smile upon my face,.... You light my path and protect me from the cold.....You show me love, when I have done you wrong.......You move me every time you speak or murmur a word........ Your eye cut me too my soul, and you see who I really am.........

Mexican art.

2010-02-10T21:46:00.000-05:00

I saw this wonderful art in Mexico the last time I was in P.V.! Check it out, Brent.

Latchhooking How-To Video

2010-02-10T18:18:00.000-05:00

Here's a video from MaryMaxim about how to do Latchhooking:

Excert from The Roseman's Poetry and Musings, Volume 2

2010-02-10T17:00:00.000-05:00

An excerpt from pp. 57-59 volume 2, The Roseman's Poetry and Musings.
Adventures in Taxi’s 3

It was a cool and clear summer night as I drove the taxi I was assigned to back into town after dropping a fare off in the countryside. On the edge of town was a four way stop and then a bridge over the river. I stopped and looked around, I was first at the intersection. I rolled forward to cross the bridge, when I was suddenly cut off by a black tow truck that sped through the stop sign from my right and then swerved recklessly onto the bridge ahead of me. I sped up to follow, looking for a license plate to jot down the numbers and ease my angst at being so rudely cut off. Suddenly the tow truck slammed to a stop in front of me, so I swerved to his passenger side to avoid hitting him and to inquire what was going on. The driver of the truck opened his passenger window and glared at me as I asked if there was a problem. He then gunned his motor and cranked his steering to ram the side of my cab. I was a bit put off by this time, and didn’t want the taxi damaged further, so I hit the gas and shot ahead down the road. The next instant, the tow truck rammed me from behind. I spun the car across the railroad tracks and onto another road past a line of other taxi’s parked in front of the town’s busiest bar. The tow truck rammed me again, and continued to chase me as I swerved again and managed to raise dispatch on the radio. Dispatch told me to head for the police station, saying the police were on the phone and waiting for me to show up. I turned onto the road leading to the police station with the tow truck in hot pursuit. He rammed me again and began pushing me through the center of town, faster and faster. I stayed off the brakes and concentrated on steering straight down the deserted nighttime roads. A few blocks from the police station, a truck pulled out of a side road in front of us. I leaned on the taxi’s horn, warning the driver ahead to clear the way. Then at that instant, the tow truck pushing me from behind suddenly back off. I slammed on the brakes and slid into the police station parking lot, nearly running down the officers coming out the front door of the station. They asked me where the tow truck was… as it hadn’t passed yet. Then suddenly with a roar the tow truck appeared from behind the hedges and buildings and raced down the road past the police station with half a dozen other taxi’s in hot pursuit. My car shuddered and died in the parking lot of the police station, so I stayed put, but I heard the rest of the story later. The taxi’s in pursuit cornered the tow truck in a cul-de-sac and where in the process of being rammed by the angry tow truck driver as he attempted to force his way out when the police arrived.

What I learned later… The taxi I was driving was written off, it had a bent frame and severe damage underneath and in the drive train from being rammed and pushed.

The driver of the tow truck was known as a troublemaker to police. His nickname was “Spider Williams“. The night he came across me, he had been out with a girl who wasn’t his wife, and getting drunk and stoned. He cut me off at the 4 way stop because he was rude, and in a hurry to get to the next party. When I pulled up alongside of him, he thought I saw the girl in the truck with him, and would tell his wife. He got mad. Apparently, when he went for my fenders and I sped away, I inadvertently sprayed his truck with gravel from the side of the road… which only served to enrage him further. His wife found out about the girl, but not from me. It was in the police report. His wife then proceeded to sleep with another guy, which “Spider” discovered. He then thought it would be fun to flip his wife’s car on it’s roof and drag it down the highway, trailing a stream of sparks. He was given more time to serve in jail for this stunt, on top of the time he was serving for trying to kill me. After he got out (again), he was doing some repairs and welding on the bottom of his pride and joy, the aforementioned black tow truck. His truck caught fire and burned to the ground. I heard it was a total loss. In his attempt to put out the fire, he was injured and ended up in a wheelchair, and shortly after that he was killed - but I don’t know the details of his death. Some of the older natives from the reserve who I had as regular passengers in the taxi told me that they had heard of my adventure and put a hex on the “spider” and his black truck.

Ain't Proper English Wonderful?

2010-02-07T19:44:00.001-05:00

A linguistics professor was lecturing to his class one day. "In
English," he said, "a double negative forms a positive. In some
languages though, such as Russian, a double negative is still a
negative. However," he pointed out, "there is no language wherein
a double positive can form a negative."

A voice from the back of the room piped up, "Yeah, right."

More Wisedom from Zach....

2010-01-29T09:02:00.000-05:00

Nakedness

Today at 3:34am
Nakedness... is when you are at your worst and at the same time your best, it rids you of that husk we all call are selves and revels a much different bring... this is when you truly wear your heart on your sleeve.... these moments make and break the fabric of a relationships and are the test of morality and love... the question is why do we cover are selves....is it to change us..... to create a false image ..... to become someone we're not..... to be on noticed ....to fade into the background of everyday life...... why do we wear these masks..... if we strip off these mask are we vulnerable and helpless ......... or is nakedness the state that we become are true self, is this the true face under the mask or but another layer of our protective network that allows us to block out the sunlight of the real world and the people that inhabit it? What is nakedness really?

These are the unedited ramblings of my 18 yr old nephew, Zach.

Some words of Wisdom...

2010-01-25T12:50:00.000-05:00

Some words of Wisdom from my 18 year old nephew, Zach. note: spelling and grammar are his...but I still think the kid is a genius.

LOVE?

Is love derived from the soul..... Or is this a chemical reaction ...are relationships a memorable accumulation of heart break........ Or do they amass into something that defines you as a person..... Does love leave you out in the rain......or does it take an umbrella and shelter you from the wet........ Does love create a sickness in your stomach... or does it make you float.... is infatuation your love or.....is love your infatuation??? ...

MOVEMENT OF A CLOCK

My soul is my clock.... time has stop! I stand their unable to breath, staring at myself in the eyes, as the world moves around me; i stand there in pause..... in thought....... in segregation from the world around me...... I am my own clock...... it is my choice to tick constant with normality, or change the rhythmical beat that the world imposes on me....

BLACK BLISS

....laying in bed and stareing into the pitch black and getting lost in though, my mind is a matrix of chemical expositions, and those blast waves dance like a rave in my head.....moving to alien beat,..... this music booms through the darkness, i don't understand the darkness but i embrace it ,.... it is my clarity..... the blackness is my pit of thought,..... the medical medium that moves my heart and crushes it as well.....it is my friend,...yet dangerous thing lurk in inside it,.... it is my control.....and my rage......

She said what?

2010-01-24T20:14:00.000-05:00

Lindsay Lohan recently commented on Twitter that:

"lindsaylohan

the situation in Haiti has stabilised."
about 2 hours ago from UberTwitter Retweeted by you and 31 others

Note:her spelling, not mine...
I had to respond...

"If Lindsay says it, it must be true... however, a thought. If a drunk falls down, his/her situation is stabilized, but not improved..."
40 minutes ago from web

Any thoughts?

Latchhooking

2010-01-11T20:02:00.000-05:00

I've been a latchhooker for a number of years, maybe 20? Anyways, I got into it because of my Grandfather. He did a lot of rugs from kits, said it helped him keep his fingers flexible so he could do his other projects in woodworking, gardening and making some of the best homemade wine ever. I did kits for a while myself, but decided to branch out and try something new with rugs. I came up with a way to make a graph from photos I liked. My latest project is pictured here, at least this is what it's supposed to look like when it's done.

Here's a picture of a rug I made a few years ago. It's my best so far...

The paper cutouts of Alyssa and Rose are lifesize for comparison. The image in the lower right corner is the original picture that the rug was based on/inspired by.
To see a collection of images showing rugs I've already done, click here: Rugs
And for rug ideas I have, there's this collection of images: Rug plans
And hey, you can click on the pictures you like and leave me a comment... that way I know what people would like to see next. I'm also open to suggestions, just send me an email with a picture you'd like to see as a rug and I'll see if I can convert it into a graph. If you want to buy a rug from me, or order one made, we can make a deal. Send me an email at blwolters@hotmail.com

Memories of Lisa and a few poems

2010-01-10T12:54:00.000-05:00

Lisa was my fiance, she died on August 17, 2000, killed by a drunk driver.

Lisa’s Smile

Lisa’s smile was warm and kind. Her golden eyes sparkled and always shone. She loved the country, but liked the city too. We’d walk for miles on country paths where she named each secret place we found. Her kiss was electric, gentle yet firm. Her hands on my face, in my hair, on my shoulders. She’d hold me close and gently sway as we shared our hearts, our smiles and tears.
‘Always and forever,’ she’d say each day. She’d confide in me her thoughts and dreams. She told me once that she’d never thought a man like me existed in this world. How when we met, our eyes had locked and my smile had conveyed a world at peace. How I’d said a simple hello, and didn’t use a “line” on her to pick her up. I’d made a cunning joke, an observation of life, a conclusion she’d just reached herself as well. And then, she said, I listened and heard with unwavering gaze as she spoke. How she felt like the center of my universe and that I hung on her every word.
She’d looked at me when I first came through the door at her work, and thought, ‘ nope, not my type,’ but changed her mind quickly after we spoke. She confessed her heart untouched at first, but over time found her thoughts dwelling on my words and kindness. My size, my mass, at first to her a distraction, a disappointment. Then she’d learned that she could lean on me and feel secure in the solidness of my shoulders. I had become her rock, her anchor in a stormy sea of changing humanity.
She said too, that I’d shown her the nature of mankind, how everyone is so concerned about themselves and trying to make a good impression. How what we see is often enough an illusion colored by our own past experiences. She shared too, her wonder and awe at my forgiving nature, and contemplated deeply my assertion that anger and hate directed outward, has an equal weight inward that eats away our souls like a cancer.
We discussed the nature of God, and the difference between cats and dogs. She loved the small creatures of the forest and would try and rescue anything that she came across that was hurt or lost. She understood though too, that the way of nature included death and pain. That in the circle of life, one thing often had to die to make room for new life. And, in spite of my sorrow, she taught me this lesson well.
As she lived, she died. Actively seeking to help a fallen friend. Her kindness and love are sorely missed. No one since has touched me as she has. I knew her heart and cherished her love, and in her memory continue in kindness to all creatures. And where she now lies, new flowers grow and meadow birds nest and sing. There’s a fresh salt breeze of island seas, and the land she inhabits is now blessed. And I am blessed, be sure of this, for having known her so brief a time. For having lived and loved and for having been kissed by an angels lips.

Madness
I in madness spin and drink
green images of fall turned leaves
and the dog's brown bark
course and rough
and waxy leaves grow
and sprout from my goldfish
in his arid and sandy kennel
below me, the sky
and above, the ground, falling away.
Silver flames with blue and green
dance on the barren rocks, slate, I think.
I pick up a boulder, too big for my hand
and squeeze it into powder between my weak fingers.
A blue haired girl
winks at me with her yellow/blue eyes
and bares her teeth
between shapely thighs.

Random Thoughts

Thinking,
Life goes on,
It was a good day,
I think.
I like the rain,
the warmth.
Someone cut the cord,
My comfy womb,
it's closed to me now.
No longer can I hear that voice,
or feel the heartbeat,
My mother is gone.
New voices,
new faces and scents,
I am quiet and ponder this,
I learn the words.
Now I know,
Everything is explained,
but nothing really makes sense.
I ask the shining ones,
but they say nothing...
just point and nod.

My Father
I took my imagined son
to a farmhouse doorway
from where we watched
my father coax life from the land.
His sweaty glance beheld us there,
his son, and the dream proginy in repose.
I lift my hand to beckon,
and signal the readiness of lunch
and his empty cozy chair.
I speak to that unborn son.
"This is where your grandfather
wrestled life from the cool earth,
where his cattle lowed and crops grew."
We share laughter there, and dreams.
"This is where your grandfather prayed.
He travelled from that soil
into your arms,
and you will carry him thus
to your children, and they to theirs.
The scent of the earth was always heavy on him.
The scent of diesel and dust."
His lunch done, he would recline
and nap to gather strength
for his second foray into the long summer day.
So many mornings
I heard him rise before first light,
and the herded cattle would herald his passage
through that early morning darkness.
all this is passed now...
But I want you to remember.
He is a good man,
He worked hard on the land
and it bore fruit for him.

Avatar review

2010-01-07T19:28:00.000-05:00

Today I went to "Avatar". It was an interesting movie. Think big blue Ewoks vs. the Evil Empire (Corporate humanity). Eventually the Ewoks win with the help of some tree huggin' humans (one of whom is a converted Jarhead). There's lots of big explosions and fully armoured human soldiers getting killed by arrows (guess the armour was more for show). Then in the end, the planet itself gets pissed off at the humans, but I'll stop there so I don't spoil the ending for you. I give it two thumbs up (I'd give it more, but seem to have run out of thumbs).

The subject of my latest rug art:

2010-01-01T18:22:00.001-05:00

Hi everybody, I'm busy on a new rug from a picture of Michelle Trachtenberg. If your wondering who she is, check out this short video clip:

I'll post a picture of the rug here once it's done!
Cheers, Brent

Christmas...

2009-12-24T16:36:00.000-05:00

Ah, Christmas time again. It's hard on a lot of people. For some it's because they have no family, for others, it's because there's too much family all at once. A lot of people are wondering what it's really all about. Honestly, the timing, the decorations and the hoopla have nothing to do with Christ. They're a bunch of pagan festival ideas and traditions that the Church used to make their version of reality easier to swallow for the savages. Tradition is added onto tradition, and habits become traditions too until all the original ideas and meanings are obscured. When was Jesus born in real life? Most people say it was probably April. There really was a manger and shepherds, the wise men came later when Jesus was a little older. The tree, pagan. The lights, pagan. The gift giving, pagan. The ornaments, pagan. Santa Clause? Blame Dutch traditions and Coca Cola for that. So, what does Christmas mean? A. It's a time of year when it's really dark out. B. A bunch of Catholics back in ancient history decided it was a good way to sell an idea by incorporating pagan festivals. C. Commercialism
Need I say more?

The SPCA visit

2009-12-19T17:22:00.000-05:00

I went to the SPCA here in Hamilton today to see what was going on regarding dogs needing a home. There were a few there that looked interesting, a couple Terriers. The lady there said these kinds of dogs are a bit hyper and more active than say, a Shitzu. The other problem was the dogs were antisocial with other animals, which could get interesting. I think I'd like to investigate further and see what comes up over the next month or so. Anyways, on Tuesday, I'm going to Dunnville to visit with Mom and Dad for a week. I'll discuss the whole deal with them and see what they say. So, this is one of the dogs I found.... his name is Corbin. A Jack Russell Terrier about 8 years old. What do you think?

Skipper

2009-12-16T09:27:00.000-05:00

I've been babysitting my parent's dog (Skipper) for the last 5 weeks, he's a shitzu/pug cross. Anyway, the folks took him home with them yesturday and I miss the little mutt. How did this happen? I've never been so emotional over a dog before... It's like every time I turn around, I expect the little guy to be standing there looking at me with his big brown eyes and funny little furry face. I even miss his jumping up on the tv every time there's a bit of action of a dog on the screen. On a side note... Man, are there ever a lot of dogs on TV! They're in commercials, movies, sitcoms, drama shows etc. I think there's more dogs on the tube than t and a. Who knew?

Strange Weather...

2009-12-14T11:27:00.000-05:00

Being a native of the west coast, I find the weather lately to be quite fascinating. Here I am in southern Ontario where it's above zero and raining... no snow. Yet, on the "sunny and warm" west coast, there's over a foot of snow and bitterly cold temps. I'm starting to wonder if the global warming people have it wrong. I have read an article recently that the scientists who are "promoting" the idea of global warming are being selective in their choices of data which they base their findings on. Maybe they're in "it" for the hype and the money. There's a hidden agenda behind todays news and headlines... but what is it? What could they possibly want? Is there some money to be found in telling everyone they have to buy new cars that are energy efficient or that all the factories have to be revamped in order to cut down emissions? Does the "oil" industry agree with this plan, or are they the ones who are behind the debunking of the "global warming" theory?
Inquiring minds want to know.

No Way

2009-12-09T17:51:00.000-05:00

I got a notice today that I owe some money to the tune of $10,000. I have never run up that much debt in my life, and now this collection agency says I owe this? I have no idea what to do about this. For one thing, I'm not going to pay it... as far as I'm concerned, I don't owe it. I think I'd remember if I owed some credit card 10 grand... not to mention, the highest limit I've ever had on a credit card is $500. Should I call the number and explain this to them (and thereby give them my phone number and get harrassed 24/7) Or, can I ignore it and maybe it'll go away? I think, no matter what I do, my "credit" will be trash from now on. Not that it's good now, but I do have a credit card now and I always pay it off every month. Does that stand for anything? What about my cable, telephone and internet bills that I pay faithfully every month, not to mention the rent on my apartment? I think, instead of doing nothing, I'm going to ask for some advice. I'll keep you posted on what advice I get. Oh happy day!