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They rule the world. Why else do machines Not fix themselves? (Computers etc) Secret lairs: Mom's basement Grandma's basement Aunt's basement Garden level at Cascading Palms w/ 3 others Bedroom Neo-Georgian Colonial Post-Colonial Duplex Hotel room Beach Castle They rule the world And make it impossible And make it possible And imparsible It may be pursuable

I prefer to believe that the black Eye of the only boy in the Irish Dance troupe was received while Kicking ass for Irish folk dance

I don't know you anymore He shouted His glasses likely flew off his Face It was one of those plaintive cries That only men, only, choke out With the dissolution of their Desolation There was a reply It was low bass The wind struck then Rattling the apricot Leaves Nothing more could be Heard

Payson Canyon Spring Originally uploaded by Clint Gardner No HftNM yet one this venture, but this might just be one of best pictures I've ever captured. It is, none-the-less, probably my favorite photo so far. Haibun to follow--perhaps shortly, or perhaps longly. I am on vacation, after all. Stop peer pressuring me!

The former kid's show star sits at his computer There, that blog post again, it itches his skin The one that some no one someone posted But like untreated syphilis it haunts his cowboy Soul There, there is his past; the stupid he can't live Down or up, the empty heart that was tied to Place and time and time and place and dark Matter The kids loved to hate him, and he tell himself That before he leaves seventeen comments Because eighteen would be too many to Condone And then he searches again and again and again Looking for those mentions of himself and him Self. Because that is what cowboys do who have Lives after being a kid's show star and no some One

listen to ‘Washington Park’ on Audioboo Today I wandered around Washington Park, four miles up Parley's Canyon beyond the golf course club house.   It was another extremely temperate temperature, with partly cloudy skies.  The park itself is an oddity, really.  The trees seem to be a mix of native, box elder, scrub oak, and pine; as well as non-native shrubs such as lilac and currant.   Paper mulberry, however, is native.  I know this without recourse to the Internet, since on the farm where I grew up we had a paper mulberry bush near our duck pond.  It was shaded by a standard mulberry and some wild rose bushes.  Now, you must realize that our farm was in the heart of the Salt Lake Valley and the paper mulberry is not native there.  That particular paper mulberry was transplanted by my grandfather from an uncertain canyon surrounding the Salt Lake Valley.  My father was very specific in his recollection of h...

The Great Salt Lake Shorelands Preserve is owned by the Nature Conservancy .  I was intrigued to visit, since I've never heard of it before I randomly found it by Googling "cool natural places to visit in Utah."  There is one error in my Boo, below:  Nature Conservancy's main focus is on buying private lands that are under threat of development and preserves them in perpetuity.  They sometimes turn over those lands to local governments.  Given the political climate in Utah to SELL ALL THE LANDS! and DEVELOP ALL THE THINGS!, it seems important for organizations like the Nature Conservancy to be leery of local government hand-overs. It was quite a beautiful morning.  The redwing blackbirds were out in force; their trumpeting, however, couldn't overwhelm thrush that were singing madly in the bullrushes whilst making their nests with catkin fluff. listen to ‘Great Salt Lake Shorelands Preserve’ on Audioboo ...

Note: While I was at the Great Salt Lake Shorelands Preserve today (May 11, 2012) the idea for posts like this one coalesced, and that is why I have edited it and changed its title. The concept is to create a haibun using the variety of technology I have access to. Yellow Creek Canyon sits at the bottom of the Salt Lake Valley in the Oquirrah Mountain Range.   listen to ‘Yellow fork canyon hike’ on Audioboo listen to ‘Yellow Fork ominous’ on Audioboo I want to turn back But the path draws me upward Deer crash in the woods

So the great carless experiment of the naughts has come to a conclusion.  I join you all in the car(rat) race again.  Where did that "To all the Cars I've Owned Before" web page go?

My friend of all these years talks through history Of thought he once found suspect and nonsense But he has found the root of the conflict and how The tree was pruned; how the prevailing winds have Leaned the tree  hard against injustice of life It is the lonely leaf (not alone) that feels the Whip of a hot summer breeze or the punch of hail Those  on the windward side shrivel and tear Those leeward grow wide with thick veins The tree knows to sway and twist in balance Through its studied response to the weather's Argument Without the tree, no leaf.  Without the leaf, no tree Meanwhile, outside, a gentle spring rain falls on The lush forest of the university, dripping life On sparkling sidewalks slick with the future