Poetry

Love the earth and sun and animals,

Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,

Stand up for the stupid and crazy,

Devote your income and labor to others...

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Walt Whitman

Fetish

I am beginning to understand.

Today I bought three pairs of new shoes. Most unlike me, true enough, but nonetheless no less than three.

Red ankle length all stars, because one must always own red runners. This is a truth of life maintained since G returned from Japan bearing my first pair as a gift in 1988.

Red funky Merrells, because one must sometimes concede to one's girlfriend on the topic of "You can't wear those red all stars everywhere you know."

And funky little black slip ons - just because, OK?

Shopping in sin city is hot hot hot.

I Guess We Are Not In Kansas Anymore Toto

Oh my Lordie that was fun.

I am home from Sin City. Everything seems to lack excitement, glitter, gel, gals, fireworks, flags fun and, oh yeah, the people around here are definitely wearing more clothing.

The view from the penthouse was 180 degrees of Sydney skyline from the 71st floor.

The company was excellent, the team was on fire, the weather was good, the Curly was grand.

All in all, a most excellent adventure.