No Title,
April 2004

The tiles are white, as is her body
she sits in the bath
her toes interrupting the faucet's stream
her thoughts drowned out by the water's pressure
their beginnings evaporating, dissipating with the rising steam
she sinks into the tub trying to completely submerge her curves
the passage of time prevents her
taking a breath, she lowers her head below the water's surface and
remembers a time when she used to float in bathtubs
stretching her legs and arms out, trying to reach both ends.

Damn, I have been surfing around the blog pages and its over whelming. Why don't these things have spell checkers. Well they don't. So mang blogs...I guess you blog for yourself. I think that is why I will. What if all of a sudden though, the blogs are gone. And then my record is gone. Who cares. I cling to things and people too much. The past the past, archive it, remember it, store it, protect it...fuck it. I need to be more about the future. The computer is sucking me in in in in. I don't have the friends network here in Calgary so I enter into cyber world. Its so distracting. Today I bought these voltaire candle holders from Chapters...been waiting for them to go on sale and on sale they did. 75% off...and buy them...two sets! Crazy crazy crazy. I want to go to bed. Up early...and out in the field tomorrow by myself. A little anxious but it will go fine and I think it is good for my confidence to go by myself. Dig here, picture there...remember the tunes. Remember the tunes.

This is my first post with blogger. I found this via goggle. I liked the Google graphic they had up on February 3, 2004. But its not there anymore. I look forward to future postings.

Cheers