crowl_and_crowlie crOwl what's your favorite color? 100503 ... crowlie i have two: it's a toss-up between aqua and mango. 100504 ... crowlie what's your all-time favorite book? 100504 ... crOwl watership down by richard adams 100504 ... crowlie what is the longest distance you've ever traveled? from where to where did you go? 100505 ... crOwl from origin to now 100505 ... crOwl what is your favorite food? 100505 ... crowlie what i could eat every day and never tire of: no question....guacamole (homemade with extra cilantro and super extra hot jalapenos) and tostitos lime chips. my favorite food however without a doubt is lamb shish-ka-bob, but only from steve, my greek friend, the butcher. (the problem is that he is 86 years old....hopefully someone knows his secret dry rub recipe.) 100505 ... crowlie what is the most interesting thing you can see from where you are sitting right this very minute? 100505 ... crOwl baggy-eyed hipsters waiting in a twisty-snakey line for their stumptown coffee. 100505 ... crOwl what is the difference between darkness and light? 100506 ... crowlie darkness to me is forgetting to (or refusing to) properly employ all our gifts of perception. darkness is a place for the truth to hide, or conversely to hide the truth. in either case, truth is still truth, and reality is still reality, whether we can “see it” clearly or not. complete darkness is simply total lack of light. this is not necessarily dangerous when you realize you can still see it, feel it, taste it, smell it, touch it, hear it and be it. there is a little more effort to plot a course through darkness, but it can actually be quite all right sometimes. scary indeed, but all right. we must need a little darkness from time to time for balance, as it makes light that much brighter and clearer when we claw our way out of a bad mood or a time of horrible confusion or a painful experience. darkness also helps shut down active attentiveness temporarily each night so we can sleep...and sleep is home to those magnificent gifts we call dreams! light, on the other hand, to me, is awareness to the nth freaking degree. it is not just illumination. it is not just seeing. it is the total knowledge that what is there to see, feel, smell, hear, and experience is there because we recognize it, and not the other way around. it is knowing, it is being, it is doing, it is having. it is the ability to perceive in full. it is the realization that though life itself is much bigger than we are, the universe is still relying upon us to do our part. deep, huh? 100506 ... crowlie what did you learn from a complete stranger today? 100506 ... crOwl that complete stranger would be marina ambrovoic, for i attended her exhibition today at the MOMA. i was not able to sit in the seat across from her for the line waiting for the opportunity was long and did not afford me the available time, but i was able to attend her entire floor retrospective and witness others in the chair as they gazed at her. she taught me stillness_is_the_move. if life is a atream then we are floating, driven upon the swift current, yet stationary as if the fluidity of water was like the aura of light when one stares at a person for an hour and perception becomes enhanced beyond simple sight. instead it takes on a second dimension where sound is altered amd transcended and image is transformed from reality to emotional flux. 100506 ... crOwl if you had your very own cloud, what would you do with it? 100517 ... lostgirl if i had my very own cloud, i would multi-task and utilize it beyond the limits of my imagination for myself as well as for the delight and enjoyment of others. i would shade the sun when it was too hot, i would make rain when the earth was parched, and i would provide color for stunning sunsets. i’d create chalk drawings on blue canvas for those who were looking, and i would shape giant animals, toys and fire trucks out of the misty cotton candy for children. i would turn black as night when mother nature demanded my assistance in making a point of her presence. i would use my cloud as a floating trampoline to hop closer to rainbows and stars, and unquestionably make use of its softness to sleep in the soundless sky while dreaming of otherworldly entertainment only fit for its location. 100517 ... crowlie if you had the power to go back in time and change history just once, what would you do wand what would change as a result? 100517 ... oops guess i gave away crowlie's identity back there... 100517 ... typogirl "wand"? make it "and" 100517 ... cr0wl i would make it so my dad never had the stroke which set a chain reaction that eventually led to his death. having him with me today would make me a different person, perhaps the one i think i'm not. 100517 ... crowlie what made you smile today? 100527 ... cr0wl i think the question could be rephrased. "what made you smile huge today?" smiling comes very easy for me. life is overflowing with all those things that have their individual ways of tweaking the muscle in my jaw to pull back my lips and boom there it goes again. i smile continuously. i found a robin's egg on the stone garden path this morning. that made me smile. our little bantam hen escaped again and was clucking at me when i brought the feed. another one. django always bites danny when they know they're getting fed hay and that always makes me laugh. on my way to work my eyes become cameras and countless are the comical visions wherevs, but when ann told me about how her sister fell on her and then called her little pinky because of the dress she was wearing, um, yeah, that was the huge one. 100527 ... cr0wl have any good conversation on the plane? 100527 ... lostgirl not so much as we were separated from each other! m was bumped to first class and i wasn't...but he gave me the seat! we have had very little alone time, actually, however living with all these other couples only continues to shine the light on what we are. some of them act like they don't even like each other! where's the love?! i am once again very taken with the ebb and flow, the balance of silence and conversation, the necessity of dark and light. its never just about the words. its the touch, the glance, the smile, the embrace, the silent language. its also easy to overlook that or take it for granted until you observe a couple who clearly is missing out. 100528 ... crowlie lostgirl is clearly having an identity crisis...oops! 100528 ... crowlie if you could be any fictional character you wished to be for a week, who would it be and how would their insight benefit you? 100528 ... cr0wl i would be goldmund from herman hesse's "narcissus and goldmund." if i was going to be him for a week, then i would read the book without setting it down except for necessary requirements. i would study him, how he spoke. how he, living in medieval days was free from technology and could communicate the traditional way, through love letters and pure visitation. this i would commit to memory. stepping now into a world of the senses. where now is defined breath by breath. 100528 ... cr0wl what has the sea told you? 100529 ... crowlie in her evocative voice, the sea thanked me right off the bat for admiring her jaw-dropping majestic turquoise tipped with rhythmic snowy caps. but in her next breath she told to remember always that superficial beauty actually means nothing~not in the sea, in the earth’s scenery, in human beings, in animals, plants, and not in life’s situations. “if you were to take a single cup of me and look up close, you would see i am just simply transparent fluid. i am only as beautiful as the sum of all my parts, inside and out. i am one with the light i reflect and because of what lies beneath my surface i become colorful and filled with energy. it is what is inside that makes what is seen on the outside so striking.” next, she told me to become intimately aware of her waves, and to become fluid with their ebb and flow. “it’s okay to have a restless heart,” she said. “sometimes its even hard to breathe. if that happens, don’t worry about it, it’ll pass. but remember my ebb and flow; breathing is like the rhythm of my waves. up, down, in and out." last, she told me to notice her personality. she is gentle yet powerful, she is rippling fluid, filling her space completely, adapting to the ever-changing currents, providing shelter, pathways and nourishment, yet still respectful of her boundaries. “this is sound advice” she said. “most of the time i am admired as you are doing right now. it’s when i flood homes and wreck boats that folks get a bit pissed off at me.” there is so much to be heard from the song of the sea. i listened and learned. she’s right, of course. 100530 ... cr0wl what are the dreams of the tiger? 100605 ... crowlie in its light slumber, the mighty tiger finds himself, much like humans often do, dreaming about work...after all, he has an important job. he is the ever watchful eye. he sees all, even when he is sleeping, and has been known to attack when awakened unexpectedly and especially when provoked. ...there they are, sitting in the middle of that familiar bridge, talking intensely like they often do. the tiger knows this special bridge of theirs; it is the strange red one with the white words written down the center. he also knows these two well; keeping an eye on them is relatively easy work~ (they visit here often.) ...he sits calmly on one side, and she slightly restless on the other. there is obviously a strong connection with these two yet they look innocent enough just enjoying each others company. when the two suddenly pull close into a tender, affectionate embrace, the mighty tiger feels the slightest tickle on his tail, and he tenses, alerted to wait patiently and watch carefully, always at the ready to respond with an angry strike if need be. but the two friends separate and smile..."ah, good..." the tiger thinks as he sighs deeply and stretches briefly, opening one eye to slyly catch a glimpse of the magnificent blue winged butterfly sitting boldly, still as a statue on his tail. and knowing all is well at the moment, he falls into a deeper slumber with secret hopes for a flying dream this time... 100606 ... crowlie if you were offered the gift of any single new talent or ability of your choice, which one would you select? 100606 ... cr0wl i would love to really know how to play the piano. when i was a boy, my best friends reid and neal had one and i used to pretend, just ran my fingers along the keys and somehow made songs that pleased me. one which i played over and over i called "china summer." i still play it to this day whenever i'm at a piano. but the craziest thing i did when i was little would pretend i was an avant garde musician and my bizarre play was considered ground-breaking by my adoring fans. presently i possess a schoenhut toy piano i use for my clown show. somehow it fullfills my longing. um, not really. 100606 ... crowlie we acquired a baby grand a few years ago (came with this house!) and no one plays it but marc. he creates that same sort of nonsensical tune that somehow ends up sounding like music. we're going to get him some lessons if his hearing stays stable. 100606 ... cr0wl If you were a musical instrument, which one would you be and why? 100607 ... crowlie what an interesting question…my initial thought was a flute, because i love the ethereal sounds they produce, but then i remembered that someone would consistently blow their breath all over me…what if it was stinky? then i thought of a strong sounding horn, like a trumpet or a french horn, perhaps a tuba!? but then i’d really get someone kissing on me and blowing the spit around. nah. sax? love the sound, but same deal there….lots of lip involvement; and what if i didn’t necessarily like the musician? yuck. so, at least now i know it’s not just the instrument’s sound that is steering my choice here…it involves the musician for sure. so, okay, on to other arenas….drums? nope, too much violence, what with the consistent beatings. electric guitar? hmmmmm….maybe. though it could be annoyingly loud. a cello? pretty, but too bulky. a harp? too girly. a piano? too heavy for sure. a violin? stunningly beautiful music; but that bow? nah. so where does that leave me? how about an acoustic guitar…yep, i think this is ‘the one.’ lovingly held, hugged almost…(have you ever noticed how attached musicians are to their guitars?) i’d sit on someone’s lap a lot…i’d be touched often, with a variation between gentle and forceful but always, always hands on….consistently making beautiful music…no slobber, no spit, no bad breath….not to heavy, not too girly, not too loud, and no regular beatings. yep, acoustic guitar is the one. 100607 ... crowlie if you could choose one of the following two "super-powers" would you rather have the power to be invisible at will or the power to read minds when you wished? why? 100607 ... whats up with all the weird symbols? 100607 ... cr0wl i think i have these powers already. 100716 ... crowli duly demonstrated... 100716 ... cr0wl you won the game today. 100716 ... crowli there are only winners when the goal is to simply to have fun... 100717 ... crowli game on! 100717 ... cr0wl actually, arrogant ants always ascertain alimony accusations assertively. 100717 ... crowli but.....boisterous brave blue butterflies began billowing buoyantly beside busily buzzing bees... 100718 ... cr0wl could careless, curious cats catergorize catastrophic certainties? 100718 ... crowli do discriminating dragonflies drink delicious dandelion daiquiris during dreams? 100718 ... cr0wl even eagerly employable eagles eventually end every erstwhile event 100718 ... crowli funny flirtatious foxes fearlessly fall for fascinating fools 100718 ... cr0wl genteel gamecocks, going garrulously, gently genuflect. 100719 ... crowli happily hovering herons have hushed heavenly hopes 100719 ... cr0wl incidentally, imaginative iguanas illicit ill-mannered illusions. 100720 ... crowli jittery jumping jealous jackrabbits jauntily joust jeering jackals 100720 ... cr0wl knowledgeable kangaroos karate kick knuckle-headed koalas' kneecaps. 100721 ... lostgirl lively little leaping ladybugs laugh like lunatics 100721 ... cr0wl most months, many magnificent monkeys munch mayonaise-marinated marshmallows.mmmm? maybe. 100721 ... crowli ninety nine nearly nutty nannygoats nonchalantly nurse neat, non-nutritious nightcaps 100721 ... cr0wl ordinarily, only orange owls order oilve oil or okra. 100722 ... crowli precociously pretty pampered purple poodles passionately ponder posh puppy popularity 100722 ... cr0wl quixotic queen-bees quell quotidian quibbles quietly quivering. 100723 ... crowli rowdy, rich ringtailed raccoons randomly recall repeated risky riotous rants 100723 ... cr0wl seven, sick, slippery, snakes sailed skillfully southward, softly serenading six scavenging seagulls. 100724 ... crowli ten tricky tigersharks totally talked teasingly to twenty two tropical turtles 100724 ... cr0wl uh,usually, underage, urbane urchins understand umbrage unless unbeknownst, urget, ulcers usurp. 100724 ... crowli very vindictive voracious vultures violently victimize vulnerable visible vixen 100724 ... cr0wl will wooly wombats wrestle weighty woodchucks when woefully weak? well...whatever. 100725 ... crowli xenial xemes xerox x-rated xylophagous xanthareel's x-rays... (x sucks....) 100725 ... cr0wl yes, yearling yaks youthfully yodeled yesterday. 100725 ... crowli zany zen zoo zebras zigzagged zealously 100725 ... cr0wl high five! 100725 ... crowli knuckles... up for a new game? 100725 ... cr0wl you have a game? 100726 ... cr0wl want to play a game while you are in the cayman_islands? 100731 ... crowli absolutely! 100731 ... cr0wl ok, here we go...let's play hangman. i've got a word, you guess the letters... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 100801 ... crowlie E 100801 ... cr0wl ding! ding! someone give that girl some guacamole and lime chips! she's got an E y'all! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ E 100801 ... crowli N 100801 ... crowli whew! still on solid ground... 100801 ... cr0wl ding! ding! someone give that girl another chocolate covered pretzel. she's got an N y'all! _ _ _ _ _ N_ _ E 100802 ... crowlie good thing I'll be nice and fat if I get to be hangin'.... so, how about an R? 100802 ... cr0wl brrrrronk! no R... imagine i'm drawing a head hanging from a noose...yikes! 100802 ... crowlie in the caymans ouch..... how about a T? 100802 ... cr0wl brrronk! no T! imagine i'm drawing a torso attached to that head! whoa! 100803 ... crowli yikes....i am having trouble breathing now. how about an I? 100803 ... cr0wl brrrronk! no letter I. imagine a right arm jutting out from the torso...uh oh. _ _ _ _ _ N _ _ E 100804 ... crowlie i hope there's an O.... nervousness has set in. 100804 ... cr0wl hope is something sure to last, but alas... no o oh, no. and out goes another arm. 100805 ... crowlie holy cow! i used to be good at wheel of fortune.... an A? please? the noose is a little scary.... 100805 ... cr0wl A? A you say? ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ that's what i'm talking about. A _ A _ A N _ _ E now you're feeling better. 100806 ... crowlie yes! but the relief is quick but fleeting as an unexpected AVALANCHE buries crowli in a thunderous frozen cloud of white....send in the st. bernards! i forget the rules of hangman....if this solves the puzzle take the noose off! (if it doesn't then, well i guess i'm dead?) 100806 ... cr0wl you're very much alive. 100809 ... crowli whew! my turn? 100809 what's it to you? who go blather from