here it is world

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kittenz!~!

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ok i could not resit working / posting dese odder onz

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so jaya walks up and this jazz guy says do you know jazz and jayas like no, and then jazz guy is like play blowin in the wind, and jaya does, and he blows on his horn, and the people applaud


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maybe you if you show up after 7 pm, next to 7-11 on bridgeway ave in sausalito.

DL (dirty loads) 1-13-2010 was Perfect

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birth, death, news, gossip, boredom, excitement - and clean laundry

we had it all, one at a time

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Tyrone is on a boat in Rainbow Bay visiting family and friends and considering staying for a while. Besides recently acting in an indie movie, he’s been studying music and playing with different groups around nor cal. as evidenced by the picture he was very happy to jam out with Daisy 11 and we were happy to listen as he played wonderful music. walked outside while he was playing - sweet guitar tones in the night air….

the message is: make the scene yourself. buy a notebook and a pen and write a poem. don’t worry how how it looks or sounds, its perfect because you are writing something original.



find a guitar and learn how to play some chords. just playing out loud and live - you are more alive then any recorded music. get a brush and paint a picture. it will be unique.


stop waiting for a scene, or an audience, or a limousine. just make the art. don’t worry about who is going to show up. if we can make art in a laundromat - you can make it anywheres you wants twos. don’t worry if there is no one there - making art is beautiful and worthwhile, and eventually someone will show up with some dirty laundry….

up the hill

its all easily listenable to on archive.org - you can stream or download

the poem “It Still Grows” written and narrated by Jeff Chase

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a mostly all true Thanksgiving 2009 Story of two men and one runaway dinghy in rainbow bay california

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the poem Tiger


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open mic poetry last night - ZAK was awesome!

he’s been coming to Dirty Loads every week - he was so much better this time in front of the crowd, was amazing.

Let me be clear about the FloatingArtsClub.com name check policy - you buy us a drink, or share something wonderful, more then once, you will be named. one drink will not do it. there’s lots of one drink wonders out there - its when someone buys you that third drink or hands you that piece of pizza when you are broke and starvin’ - then we know there is GLORY in you.

like Jacques Korn was not at the poetry event last night - and JACQUES KORN WAS WONDERFUL, EPIC, SUBTLE AND COMMANDING. even when Jacques is not there - he still is the best. why? because he has the Glory. i dont have to imagine this - i’m speaking from my experience.

then up at 8 am - big storm coming in, sailboat tossing back and forth, rowing against the storm wind, white caps and spray - nathan in a kayak going in at the same time. me yelling that i had done the hard part against the wind - spoke too soon!! - wind shifted had a great workout coming in to shore.

looking for some rain pix - found this very inspiring beautiful blog -

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* sunflower seed sprouting

* headfirst javascript book was at the library waiting for me - am using some jquery but am going to try and get through this book (second attempt) - and then dig into jquery a little deeper

* I FOUND MY MICROPHONE STAND — WHEEEEEEEEEEE !!


seriously i’ve been looking for it everywhere. floating recording sailboat one step closer. also bonus cleaned some of the boat

* while i’m geeking out in this post - CSS Missing Manual second edition is great! i’m actually doing the exercises. am actually learning things.

* drty loads - mano a mano. had the place to ourselves for a while. dug out some old poems. chills! thrills!

* BRIAN WALLACE IN THE HOUSE. check the posts - he’s here at taste of rome for the open mic.

* Richards Lighthouse painting - there’s a little flash flare on it. he painted this in like 2 hours and donated to a benefit auction.

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dancing in the rain

Dirty Loads 10/21/2009

it was potent. we helped a woman do her laundry.
we said hello to policeman. squabbled about poetry games.

we used the network to retrieve poems from livejournal

and we read the high proof works

then left -

i wish we had stayed and read for the woman who was coming back and who talked about Poe with us last week and who has a little son who rocks. it seemed like a good idea to go to the other event when we thought it was going until 10. i peeled off to take care of some library biz - rest of group was not there when finally caught up - event already shutting down

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met up w. roving lyricals, ate pumpkin pie, escaped to a bench near the water,

PLAYED GUITAR - played some of my songs while Zak writing new work, Jaya writing drawing and encouraging me to modulate — which is a tough practice very appreciated.

then later between jaya and boat woman, her talkin’ ordinary tv realities, him modulating spiritual clarities, me in the middle between acceptin and absorbin, but was ok cause big bottle of good cheap merlot passed around.

i like simple things, lately i like buying big bottles of wine and passing them around and watching people carefully hold them, the heft, lifting to mouth, and then the rush of wine - fck sipping tonite i want you to have a big gushing swallows of wine. and then carefully setting the heavy bottle down, awkward moment trying to hold the base of the bottle - which is too wide - and the top of the bottle - which is too narrow.

to anyone reading this who i’ve insulted - yes i’m socially awkward. it comes from a life of too much death and trauma way too early, and hence im wary, shy, and sometimes rude when trying to be polite. people have concerns - always - but my sympathy for the small things is either lacking or completely overwhelming depending on tidal spirit shifts.

experiencing induced shift