Pastels

My wife inspires me.
Lately she has been experimenting with her art,
cutting things out of newspapers,
using paints and pastels in ways she hasn't done before.

So today, after a kitty stopped me from doing work and took over my computer chair, I grabbed a piece of paper and pastels and figured I'd do some experimenting too.

I like it... very "octoberish" if you ask me, but I do wish I had found a better red.

Felines...

I would love to get inside her head at this moment, and watch her dream.
What would the dream be?
I can imagine her flying in the air, soaring through the sky in one big feline jump,
looking down at fields full of mice and dark secret places below.
Eventually she would come back down and spend some time in various places...
maybe come and check in on her family, but then move back outside, her ears back,
her sister by her side - their curiosity carrying them to their next adventure.

Broken

pretending

Anyone who thinks that race doesn't matter in the hurricane Katrina disaster is playing a game of pretend. Watch the news. Listen to the radio.

Most of the people suffering are poor. Most are black.

This is supposed to be America. This isn't supposed to happen here. No matter what happens... no matter what anyone says... please let it be known that it simply took too long to get these people help.

I've watched a lot of news, read a lot of history - but I'm shocked and saddened by what a country like America let happen in New Orleans. I honestly don't care who is president. If you knew me - you'd know I am anti-Bush. But it doesn't matter at this point - it goes far deeper than bush or any president.

This is about race and class. This is about a country who still hasn't come face-to-face with some deep-rooted racial issues, and needs to.