a reminder.

That purse still hangs by a ribbon on my bed post. Its broken zipper rendered it useless.

Its zipper broken that morning. I stuffed my things, left on the floor from the night before, into that purse.

You were lovely. Offering to make me coffee and eggs.

I was rushed, confused, and trying not to be hopeful. I didn't tell you. In my haste, the zipper broke. You walked me out, kissed me farewell, as I clutched the purse close. I wanted to/didn't want to leave.

You were lovely. I didn't tell you.

That purse hangs on my bed post.

city folk.

Bicyclists in the city remind me of lone horseman of days past. Leaning forward and rising from their seats when about to drop down from the curb or ride over a pothole.

Semi-trucks remind me of elephants. Awkward and clumsy.

Black Meets White.

Yesterday was the largest voter turnout, EVER.

Barack Obama, the first African American President will enter the White House on January 20th. The color of history is changing. Life is good.

Hopefully the next four years turn out to be everything we've pined for.

Haiku, haiku.

There was a haiku contest hosted on a website, seeking submissions on the McCain/Palin ticket. A friend of a friend (yes, long distance) submitted this one:

mock them all you want
the country is asleep and
deserves no better

This friend of a friend is named Kaveh Soofi.

Is the election waking people up? When it's done will we return to our restless slumber?

What if...

...the government was operated like a business.

The citizens are the stockholders.

They choose where to invest their tax dollars; allocating where they approve their money to be used. The dollars would show citizen support for various initiatives -- whether off-shore drilling, sustainable energy, war on terror, what have you.

507 miles.

507 miles.
Leave Milwaukee.
Two sisters.
iPod playing Leonard Cohen.

Grandma visits.
Tired. Restless.
Exhilarated to see us.

And it was our goodbye.

And there was singing.

On 9.28.08, Ryan + Amy got themselves hitched, forever after. Megafaun was the side act to the wedding. And we sang, clapped, stomped, danced and some ate flowers in celebration.