tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948308969181350551.post8112603968226729440..comments2023-10-09T04:12:02.460-07:00Comments on Paintbrush and Trigger: Thoughts from the PeninsulaJennifer Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07407820860887051468noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948308969181350551.post-40531439263994089492008-06-24T23:13:00.000-07:002008-06-24T23:13:00.000-07:00Wish I was on some foreign beach right now. Only t...Wish I was on some foreign beach right now. Only the waves of my dismay wash over me currently. Looks beautiful and I am endlessly jealous of you right now. But a poet need only one good hand and inspiration, so I feel half-way to that golden moment. Just somehow these artificial rays against my even more artificial dwelling like covering never seem to match what you're feeling, or the way I've once felt when I fled south for the winter. Once more, quite jealous and envious, but it's almost May, so let the 'dis' drop and let the showers come to bring hope of flowers in some futuristic moment. Enjoy those golden woven fabrics upon your face for me. -RJ/half drunken cyborg. (I fail at spelling sometimes)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16779206480327419157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948308969181350551.post-56042291948041261872008-06-24T23:10:00.000-07:002008-06-24T23:10:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16779206480327419157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948308969181350551.post-77624265447379262202008-06-24T20:34:00.000-07:002008-06-24T20:34:00.000-07:00hey buddy. Looks like fun. Miss you.hey buddy. Looks like fun. Miss you.Frank (the Colt)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02703997093457992155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948308969181350551.post-6645588638732617952008-06-24T11:50:00.000-07:002008-06-24T11:50:00.000-07:00fascinating book finds, i'd be in heaven. i recent...fascinating book finds, i'd be in heaven. <BR/><BR/>i recently found an old, dinky bookstore that smells like pee and houses a treasure trove of old books. after buying a stack, the lady GAVE me a book from the early 1900's written entirely in Russian and inside was a newspaper clipping from that time with a recipe circled- i could tell it was a recipe strangely enough, some of the words just made sense.Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.com