Stegasaurus Visits Little Hedgehog for Tea

Stegasaurus got a letter from his dear friend, Little Hedgehog Cutie, inviting him over for some tea.

Music is by Sébastien Schuller, Le dernier jour, from the album, Happiness.

L-O-V-E

Love, yes love. That's all.

Well, maybe not. When I was walking to work today everything seemed so beautiful. It has been rainy and foggy, joys of coastal life, but this morning it was sunny and warm. Sunshine in each drop hanging from each leaf. The grasses were flowering and when I brushed against them bursts of yellow pollen fell into the gentle wind. There, now that
is all I wanted to say.

Ты Мне Веришь Или Нет?

You probably don't believe me...

Every now and then I become obsessed with a certain song. I need to listen to it over and over. I am willing to struggle through millions of popups just to find the lyrics so I can sing along. This is one of those songs. It is about love and it makes me feel that melancholic joyful feeling... ahh. Here is a link to where you can find the song: http://www.moskva.fm/artist/мила_берлинская_и_игорь_капитанников/song_1128849. Just click on the play button next to the title. To save you the trouble I have pasted the lyrics here followed by my amateur translation, enjoy.

Я заметила однажды,
Что зимой кусты сирени
Расцвели, как будто в мае -
Ты мне веришь или нет?
Веришь мне или нет?

Я тебе, конечно, верю,
Разве могут быть сомненья?
Я и сам все это видел -
Это наш с тобой секрет,
Наш с тобою секрет!

А недавно я видала,
Как луна в сосновых ветках
Заблудилась и заснула -
Ты мне веришь или нет?
Веришь мне или нет?

Я тебе, конечно, верю.
Я и сам все это видел
Из окошка в прошлый вечер.
Это наш с тобой секрет,
Наш с тобою секрет!

А во время звездопада
Я видала, как по небу
Две звезды летели рядом -
Ты мне веришь или нет?
Веришь мне или нет?

Я тебе конечно верю -
Разве могут быть сомненья.
Я и сам все это видел.
Это наш с тобой секрет,
Наш с тобой секрет!

I noticed one day,
That lilac bushes bloom in winter
Just like they do in May -
You probably don't believe me...
Do you believe me?

Of course I believe you!
Really, how could I doubt you?
I myself have seen this -
But no one else will believe us...
It is our secret!

Recently I have also seen
How the moon, in the branches of the pine,
Gets lost and falls asleep.
You probably don't believe me...
Do you believe me?

Of course I believe you!
I saw that too,
From my little window last night.
But no one else will believe us...
It is our secret!

And one time during a meteor shower
I saw how, through the sky,
two stars flew together hand in hand -
You probably can't believe me...
Do you believe me?

Of course I believe you!
Really, how could I not?
I myself have seen that.
But no one else will believe us...
It is our secret!

Another thought: I have been reading a lot of poetry lately. Not Poetry, but poetry. Things that are actually fun and nice to read. Not things you read because they seem healthy. I feel like a lot of literature is presented as being good for you like yoga, or organic locally produced spinach. These are not bad things in the proper hands, but it is usually more fun to eat chocolates imported from the other side of the planet in the backs of big polluting trucks, or how about lounging on the beach getting fat while soaking up some skin cancer? Maybe it is just me...

Actually, I have been reading mostly the poems of Wisława Szymborska. Her poems are like the most delicious truffles.

Trees

Trees
Beneath whose leafy canopy
The ground lies moist and cool.
Trees
That take the soft wind's sighing breath
And turn it into music.
In winter, curved and graceful, sleeping
Naked in the snow.
Virginal in springtime, tender,
Soft with fruitful promise.
In summer full and lusty, exulting
In union of sun and earth
Changing in beauty with every season,
But, loveliest in dying.

J.S Morin

Wearable Art Show

I am getting ready for my art college's annual "fashion" show, the Wearable Art Show. It is a pretty fun time. Last year I got to perform twice, once as a bunny, and once as a dinner table turned monster. This time I am an amply buxom and copiously assed jester with ballet dancing aspirations.

Here is a video of last year's event from youtube. There is a pretty good shot of my package at one point, and boobs in almost every cut!



The show has a pretty amateurish feel, but it is a good time. The audience generally enjoys it. My next big role after this is "dog" in my Russian classes performance of The Giant Turnip.

Inherited Works

My grandmother died in the late 80's, or early 90's. I was pretty young so I don't really remember. She left behind boxes of mostly unpublished writing. Because she died long before the Internet became widely accessible, she was forced to try to share here work through newspapers, anthologies, publishers etc... Which meant that most of what she wrote stayed filed in those boxes. If she were alive today I am sure she would be thrilled by the chance to distribute her work herself. I have decided to occasionally post some little gems of hers that I have come across.

Page 2

Un seeing I stumble out into the sunshine.
And walk beside the swift flowing river.
A misplaced star flow er.
Blinks Smiles up at me from the grass
Birds fly in the sky.
I lean my face up against a tree's cool bark.
I I am the bird, the flower and the tree
And they are me.

Cleansing Stream.

Everything that is born on ea rth
Clutches death to its breast
As it shudders from the womb
Pain opens the door to what lies beyond.

Cleansing Stream.

Let pain be the key
That quickly opens the door.
To what lies beyond.

Jean S. Morin

Я heart Медведева

This is from an assignment I had for my Russian class. Basically what we had to do was choose a well known Russian person and write about them.

I have chosen Dmitry Medvedev, Russia’s newly elected president, as my subject not because I am particularly interested in politics, but because I see him every day on Russian television. I decided that he would be an ironic subject for me to research. I have the good fortune of being exposed daily to Russian television via the Internet. I am unable to understand most of what is said, but I am able to interpret the images I see. This is where I am putting my two years of art school to work.

Medvedev is one of the busiest people in Russia. He appears at least three times in every news cast, every day. He rarely stays in one place. Each news segment shows him in a different region. He sometimes even appears in different parts of the world. I have the impression that he is constantly flying around from place to place spreading good news, handshakes, and big smiles. Medvedev, I feel, has become a close friend of mine. I cheer every time he makes a new appearance.

I have found some objective facts about him from the Internet. He was born in 1965, in Leningrad. His Chinese Zodiac sign is a snake and his element is wood. Wood Snakes are characterized by their physical beauty, strong intuition, kindness, introspective natures, and stable emotions. Medvedev both studied and taught at the Leningrad State University during the late 1980’s and throughout 1990’s. The Snake BTW is the enemy of my sign, the pig. Any romantic involvement between Medvedev and I would be a disaster!

Medvedev is also the chair of the board of directors for a company that makes the lives of all Russians better, Gazprom. Their commercials show how their services and generous donations allow grandmothers to bake tasty things, and children to play soccer.



Putin and Medvedev can be seen often together, they are very close friends. I suspect that Putin will take Medvedev’s current position of prime minister, and together the will continue to build a strong economy and a strong Russia.



Wikipedia Entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dmitry_Medvedev

Chinese Horoscope: http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Snake.htm