My grandma's garage in Seattle with Concord Grapes

I feel like I'm at long last starting to become my real self again. No longer am I experimenting with the cultural theories of the philosophical seduction of the trompe l'oeil of social spectacle. I've seen it work all too well.

I'm done with the Derrida-esqe deconstruction of the slippery bricks of my existence.

I now seek abundance, beauty, joy, and above all, Truth. Not the surface truth of facts or logic or appearance or the veneer of conventional consensus do I embrace.

I feel drawn to the deeper, higher, more ambiguous Truth that sings now and has sung in my soul since I was a tiny serious wide-eyed hippie child with ideas too old for her age.

Happy New Year's

This is me on New Year's Eve. It seems like pictures of me taken from my webcam always look creepy.

Winter boots for 08

Last year's Halloween pumpkins