Life In Fuschia...

~*Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter - Martin Luther King Jr.*~

Monday, August 20, 2007

As Everything In My Life Starts Drifting Away...

Today I begin a journey within myself to find Om mani padme hum...

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Nothing Fancy. (Just a Little Message from Me to You).

There's nothing fancy bout the way i love you,
There's nothing you could not find in any other woman.
There's nothing fancy bout the way I love you,
But I love you as hard as I can.

There's no good reason for the way you love me,
But you're my walking dream come true.
There's no good reason for the way you love me,
But I thank God that you do.

I don't know the perfect conversation,
I don't know the way to turn a head,
I don't know the perfect way to prove my love,
But I know I'll love you till I'm dead.
There's nothing fancy bout the way I love you,
It's as simple as the stars in the sky, and the blue in the sea.
There's nothing fancy bout the way I love you,
But it sure is fancy how you love me.


Saturday, May 19, 2007

Dear Honeybutterbuttercup,

Never put five dollar bills into your pants and remove them with chop sticks ever again...please



Sunday, May 13, 2007

Lov. Love. Love.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007


Mother, it's a dark place here.
It's a room with no window.
Mother, there is a sadness here.
There are tears on my hands that cannot be counted.
I can't find the door and I can't find the light.
You and I, we built this room to keep me inside.
So I'm inside and I'm alone.
The darkness is you who cannot love me...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Canadian Seal Hunts...

So sad that baby seals are being clubbed to death to "make a living." The depths people will sink to just to make a dollar sadden me. I can go on and on about how I feel about the Canadian Seal Hunts; but I won't. So sad people are so cruel and selfish...Please read the information I have provided here, and remember…Never Be Afraid to Stand Up and Use Your Voice. Here are some things you may not know about Canadian Seal Hunting…

The Canadian seal hunt is the largest commercial hunt of marine mammals in the world. This annual hunt mainly takes place of the coast of Newfoundland and Labrador. According to Canadian law, harp seals may be killed once they are two weeks old. International Council for the Exploration of the Sea statistics indicate that nearly all of the 365.971 harp seals (97%) that were killed during the 2004 seal hunt were between two weeks and three months old. Aside from the Canadian hunt, harp seals are also hunted in Greenland, Norway and Russia for their fur.
The shocking images of baby seals being brutally clubbed to death by Canadian sealers were first broadcast to the world some thirty-five years ago. At the time, these horrific images of seals being butchered led to great commotion and a huge wave of public protests throughout Europe and the United States. Such news reports revealed how the skulls of young harp seals were crushed by clubs or the butts of a gun. People were shocked to see how these defenceless creatures were skinned in front of their mothers by merciless sealers while they were still in the last throes of death. All the adult seals could do was to watch helplessly as their young were slaughtered and skinned for their beautiful white fur.
Incensed by these images and the suffering of young seals, Europeans began to actively protest against seal hunting. Environment activists and animal welfare organisations lobbied for a European ban on the import and trade in the skins of the very youngest seals, the whitecoats (harp seals less than 12 days old) and bluebacks (young hooded seals). Fortunately, they succeeded in achieving this objective. On 28th March 1983, the European Commission established a provisional directive for an import ban for the pelts of these whitecoats and bluebacks. This directive was passed into the statute books in 1989. All member states passed their own national legislation on the basis of this directive. Nevertheless, this legislation meant that only the youngest seals received legal protection. The pelts of seals over two weeks old could still be traded. The European ban on whitecoat and blueback pelts led to an almost complete collapse of the market for sealskins. For many years, this led to a considerable reduction in the numbers of seals killed for fur. The seals were, however, far from safe. Canada, Greenland, Norway and Russia continued to slaughter hundreds of thousands of seals each year.
In 1989, the slaughter of whitecoats was banned worldwide. However, six years later Norway killed some 2600 young seals. These animals were just slightly older than two weeks. Using the pretext of science, the Norwegians claimed that they were investigating the best way to kill seals. The choice was between clubbing or shooting them. In so doing Norway was in fact attempting to provoke the rest of Europe. Their logic was that if there were no strong reactions to this slaughter, then the seal hunt could be opened once again. It did not take the Canadians long to also get back out on the ice. In 1996, Canadian sealers were granted official permission to slaughter 250,000 seals. Not content with killing just 250,000, the sealers butchered an additional 100,000 animals. Instead of punishing them for these illegal hunting activities, the Canadian government rewarded them by extending the licences to kill 350,000 animals the following year.
Canadian sealers thus began to kill huge numbers of seals once again. This was also partly as a result of the development of new markets in rich Asian countries and Russia. Fur coats are a status symbol for the new rich in Korea and Japan. However, this is not the only reason why seals are being clubbed to death. According to the Canadians, the seals are simply eating too much fish. This, they argue, is creating problems for fishermen who are suffering a loss of income as a consequence of dwindling fish stocks. There is little scientific foundation for these arguments. Independent research has demonstrated that it is not the seals, but instead the fishing industry that has led to such low fish stocks. The seas are being emptied due to the use of huge fishing nets and over-fishing, which has upset ecological balance of the oceans.
In 2003 Robert G. Thibault, the Canadian Minister for Fisheries and Oceans, announced that between 2003-2005, some 975,000 young harp seals could be killed. An annual quota of 10,000 was also set for hooded seals. Nevertheless, such quotas have been routinely exceeded without any intervention on the part of the Canadian government. Indeed, Canada has often simply extended the hunting season to allow the sealers to kill even more seals.
Scientists have estimated that in reality at least twice as many seals are killed than are recorded in the official statistics. Animals injured by sealers flee underneath the ice and die of their injuries under water. Older seals are also killed. Not for their pelts, but for their penises. These are used in Asia to make aphrodisiacs. The rest of the seals are left on the ice to simply rot. Canada and Greenland also hunt exactly the same Atlantic population of seals, but have thus far made no joint agreements about the seal hunt and numbers to be killed. Around 100.000 harp seals are killed annually off the coast of Greenland.
The seal hunt is even subsidised by the Canadian government, albeit indirectly. Throughout the past few years, it has been estimated that the Canadian government has pumped more than 12.5 million euros into this cruel industry. The sealers do not receive direct subsidies; instead the Canadian government subsidises the construction and modernisation of factories and the development of new seal products. Nevertheless compared with other industries the commercial seal hunt does not actually make a significant contribution to the Canadian economy. According to government statistics, the seal hunt contributes only 0.5% to the gross national product of the provinces of Newfoundland and Labrador, where 90% of the commercial seal hunt takes place.
The cruelties of the huntIn 2001, an international team of independent veterinarians observed the Canadian Seal Hunt. In their report, the team concluded that:
42% of seals were skinned alive
79% of the sealers failed to check whether the animals were dead before they began to skin them
40% of the seals had to be clubbed twice or were shot because they were still conscious after the first blow or the first shot.
Each year, animal protection organisations, media and politicians go to witness the seal hunt. Every time, they are astounded to see how injured seals are left to suffer by the sealers and how seals, which are still conscious, are dragged across the ice with hakapiks and dumped in piles of dead and dying seals.
During the past six years, time and again the Canadian government has received documentary evidence of these cruel practices. Film images show 660 infractions of the Canadian Marine Mammal Regulations during the hunt, including animals being skinned alive. Thus far the Canadian government has undertaken no steps whatsoever against the sealers.
There is still a flourishing market for seal fur in the European Union. Although there is a ban on whitecoat and blueback fur, the import and trade in the pelts of slight older harp (older than 12 days) and hooded seals continues to be legal in most European countries. Nevertheless, the extent to which the EU and member state import and trade bans on whitecoats and bluebacks is actually enforced remains unclear. Official European Union statistics reveal that in 2003 some 475 whitecoat and blueback seal pelts (with a value of € 27.202) were imported from Canada to the European Union.
According to Eurostat statistics, in 2003 some 50,041 seal pelts (with a value of € 1.629.768) were legally imported into the EU from Canada. Denmark and Greece are the most important importers of seal fur in Europe. Norway also plays an important role as the chief processor of sealskins from Canada. The trade in seal pelts and the (clothing) products in which they are used is often difficult to identify. In recent years, seal fur has, for example, been found in the collections of famous fashion houses such as Versace, Prada and Dolce & Gabbana.
Today, there is also a significant market for seal fur in Asia. In countries such as China, Japan and Korea people are prepared to spend a lot of money for a coat made of seal skin. There is also a growing marking in Russia. These new markets are one of the main reason why the seal hunt has been revitalised during the past decade.
In 2005, Bont voor Dieren participated in the annual 'Huntwatch' for the very first, travelling to the ice floes in the Gulf of St. Lawrence to bear witness to the slaughter of thousands of defenceless young harp seals. Click here to read excerpts from our Huntwatch Diary.

Monday, April 16, 2007

A Pumkinpie for my Hunnybunnybuttercup...

Love Love Love.
You make me happy.
Love Love Love.
You fill my life with laughter.
Love Love Love.
You help me be a better me.
Greg and Gabriella.
Makin' the love happen...

Monday, April 02, 2007

I cApTuReD tHe MoOn FoR yOu BeCaUsE i LoVe YoU...

Friday, March 30, 2007

You Don't Go Away.

When happy goes away, you don't go away.
When trouble finds me, you're right beside me.
I keep finding you in these small places.
When I start closing, you reach me deeper.
You know it all.
You understand it all.
I love you.

Sunday, March 25, 2007


Laying in a safe place, opening up wounds.
Trying to figure out meanings, trying to figure out the you.
I know you and you know me, I think I see the way.
That leads to the place where your soul meets mine...

Monday, March 19, 2007


You make me smile when I am sad.
You make me happy with laughter.
You're closer than anyone else can ever understand.
You are never alone.
It's you and me.
You and me...

Thursday, March 15, 2007

I Will Grow Happier, Not Sadder Or Madder.

Monday, March 12, 2007


An early night with little sleep.

An early morning, and love.

An hour and a half exploring Blockbuster.

Walking on ice with numb fingers.

Tofu and noodles with lots of veggies.

Tibet and night time quiet.

Upset, close hugs.

No sleep because of a monkey.

Drawing on walls, and finally sleeping.

Late morning, one sick Spunky.

Smoothies and yummy squares.

Macaroni and soy cheese watching Monkeysaurus'.

Bitter not sweet before cuddling.

One AWESOME, and LOTS of kisses.

I Love You.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Our Lives Are Made In These Small Hours.

Taking care of you on a Thursday night.
Early morning goodbye.
A day of testing, and a night of cuddling.
Midnight macaroni and soy cheese adventures.
Can't sleep, must sleep, eyes won't stay shut...
Cuddling and a submission to kisses after hours of "sicknessgermcatchingrelatedsillytalk."
Cuddling is the real "vegan demise" of one brown haired, blue eyed girl.
Talks of the continuisly created past, and the future in which we will exist.
Kisses and goodbyes in my car.
Goodnight my little lumberjack...

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Butterflies And Flutterbys...Which One Are YOU?

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Stop Poking Me In The Face!

Little Wonders

"Let it go, let it roll right off your shoulder
Don’t you know, the hardest part is over
Let it in, let your clarity define you
In the end, we will only just remember how it feels

Our lives are made, in these small hours
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away, but these small hours
These small hours still remain

Let it slide, let your troubles fall behind you
Let it shine, until you feel it all around you
And I don’t mind, if it’s me you need to turn to
We’ll get by, it’s the heart that really matters in the end

Our lives are made, in these small hours
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away, but these small hours
These small hours still remain

All of my regret, will wash away somehow
But I can not forget, the way I feel right now

In these small hours, these little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away, but these small hours
These small hours still remain
Still remain
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away, but these small hours
These little wonders still remain..."

I Love You.

"Hooray For Poems!" ~ Greg

Your face is covered in prickly orange fur.
It keeps you warm, and I find you rather fuzzy.
And sometimes adorable too.
I like you.

Monday, February 12, 2007

I Found My Safe Place. It's You.

A fairy with beautiful words.
Pink baby roses and vegan cookies.
Painting bowls by the window as we sat on very tall chairs.
Snuggling, sleeping, cuddling, hugging.
Lots of kisses all in one day.
Lunch from Mustard seed to accompany organic noodles eaten on the floor.
Lady in the water.
Lots of tears.
You held me as I cried.
A car ride.
Macaroni and Soy cheese, yummy desert.
Close and connected.
Warm and safe.
At peace after a long evening.
Love in the morning and many yawns.
Soy chocolate/strawberry smoothies for breakfast.
Goodbye. I Love You...

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Life As Falling Glass, Shattering In Slow Motion.

I've taken all I can take...
Now I think I'll just quietly break...

Snuggles and Cuddles.

Lunch and Big Fun.
Napping and snuggles.
A very bad movie and NO stuffed animals.
...It was rigged...
Wrapped up in you and your cuddles.
Late night talks under warm covers.
Mondays are too cold for class.
Short work and a Mustard Seed dinner.
Almond cheese and more cuddles and snuggles.
Another very bad movie with a very bad ending.
Restless but warm.
And safe.
With your arms holding me close.
Tea for the one I cuddle with.
Good Morning Squeaky Bed.
Cold outside.
I Love You...

Thursday, February 01, 2007


...I know.

You stare but you don't understand.
I wake and you're not there.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007


I miss you today.
Wish you were here.
Wish you would hug me.
Wish I could talk to you whenever I wanted to.
Wish there was no distance.
Wish there were more days together.
Wish it was different for us.
Wish I didn't miss you.
Wish for more kisses.
Wish for more time with you.
Wish for more smiles.
Wish for more laughter.
All just wishes.
I miss you...

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

ablueblendersittingupsidedowninthekitchen waitingtobesaved.

If I was a color, I would be blue.
If I was a smile, I would be upside down.
If I was a frown I would be right side up.
If I was a kitchen appliance, I would be a blender.
I spin very fast.
I'm happy.
I'm sad.
You don't know the dark place inside of me.
Sometimes I feel like hiding away.
You always find me.
You make me smile.
Sometimes I have a negative attitude, but you are my positive. :)
You will save me from myself...

Saturday, January 27, 2007

None Like You.

"The world is full of people, but none like you,
They're ordinary people, but none like you.
How far away is yesterday before you came along.
It seemed to be just a dream to me, until you proved here on.
The lanes are full of lovers, but none like you,
Just ordinary lovers, not dreams like you,
I shut my eyes to realize this grand surprise is true,
That I'm the lucky one who found you..."

~ Frank Sinatra

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Mental Note #10,932...

The attachment to material things vs. an attachment to memories...

Monday, January 22, 2007

The Mugs.

An early arrival with break time kisses.
Test driving our awesome mugs, and purple breakfast smoothies.
Sleeping in your arms, and feeling under the weather.
Holding me and playing with my hair.
Pottery that didn't happen, and bacon bits confusion.
The Ice Age had a happy ending, and it was time to leave...
Since you I'm happy for no reason.
I smile, I laugh, I feel alive.
Know I am on your side...I play only for Team Greg! :)
You're sweet and caring.
And it happened.
I Love You.

Bronchitis And The Girl.

F%cking Sh#t! I've got Bronchitis with a little bit of stomach flu to go with it. This sucks! I had to miss all my classes today and it's my first day at my new job as a lead teacher...things in my life just have a way of happening at just the wrong time. I'm going to go into work and see what my boss says, if she wants me to stay or leave as to not contaminate the premises and the children(haha). This was supposed to be a fun weekend, instead I spent some time throwing up and feeling crappy...

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Tip Taps From Blue Windows.

One drop, two drops.
Tip taps on my shirt.
Falling away from my blue windows.
There is a storm.
It's deep and it's coming.
Intense and dark.
It's here.
It's under my skin...

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

My Sweetest Sleep.

On a Sunday and a Monday there were many things...
A mug with a dream and my heart inside.
A mug with colors and colors of intricate expression.
A reflecting present not soon forgotten.
Six exciting Sweet Dreams adventures.
Sunshine late at night.
A tub full of feelings and Elmo's Wild Watermelon bubbles.
Two candles and a hundred smiles.
My sweetest sleep was inside your arms.
Wild Oats and tofu salad.
Raisins and oatmeal...not so much.
Cleveland and the puddles.
Descending fog and pictures.
Holding your hand, keeping you close.
Tommy's and Aladin's, and LOTS of falafel.
Big Fun brought us laughter and memories.
A Record Revolution and City Buddha.
Sitting on a couch trying to solve the stars, ourselves, and each other.
Cold and rainy outside, warm and safe together.
Teas and hot chocolates and vegan cookies.
Hugs and kisses.
Xs and Os.
LOTS of Xs and Os.
Quickly missing, still smiling.

Friday, January 12, 2007

The Cleveland Clinic And University Hospitals: ANIMAL CRUELTY

The post I made previous to this was about the dog that was killed during a sales pitch demonstration by a doctor from The Cleveland Clinic, whose name botheway is Dr. Robert J. White. The Cleveland Clinic and University Hospitals also supported the proposed trapping of cats last year, proposed by the mayor of Ohio at the time. They supported this trapping of cats because once the cats were trapped they were given to The Cleveland Clinic and University Hospitals to be victims of their painful brain surgery experiments. The Cleveland Clinic has supported other issues relating to animals being used for research, or "donated" to research if they were not adopted from shelters. The experiments conducted on these defenseless animals is sick and cruel, leaving them to die painfully. Their lives are robbed of chances, they are killed without a second thought, and The Cleveland Clinic and University Hospitals will support any proposal to get defenseless animals in their hands for these disturbing "research experiments." They participate in "donation" programs where they pay very low fees (ie: $3 per animal) to shelters, and the shelters "donate" their long-stay animals who haven't been adopted after a certain period. Shelters who participate in such programs are also horrific, and I don't consider such shelters true havens for animals, but rather profit-seekers. One of the experiments conducted by The Cleveland Clinic and University Hospitals on animals is called a vivisection, which is the cutting of or operation on a living animal usually for physiological or pathological investigation; broadly : animal experimentation conducted to cause distress to the subject. (Merriam-Webster Dictionary definition). This is cruel and the animals suffer horribly before their inevitable death or discarding (in the case the experiment hasn't killed the animal, the animal is killed). I would NEVER go to a clinic who employs doctors willing to kill animals to make a sale, and who conduct cruel experiments on animals, and sink to support the horrific trapping of animals only to be able to inflict further pain upon them with their cruel "research." Avoid The Cleveland Clinic and University Hospitals, know the truth.

A Question Of Epic Proportions: Where Does Man's Power End?

This article appeared in the plain dealer today.

"A dog was killed at the Cleveland Clinic this week in the name of medical salesmanship.
A neurosurgeon on Wednesday caused an aneurysm in the brain of the large, mixed-breed dog so that a medical device could be used to treat the condition.
About two-dozen salespeople from the device's manufacturer watched the demonstration, and at least some participated in some sort of hands-on exercise, a Clinic spokeswoman said.
The dog was placed under anesthesia for the procedure and then killed afterward.
The incident took place without permission of the hospital's Institutional Animal Care and Use Committee, which is supposed to review any request to work with animals.
The doctor, whom the Clinic did not identify, had submitted an application to the committee, but its members never had the opportunity to review it. They would have rejected it, the spokeswoman said, because the Clinic does not allow doctors to use animals for the sole purpose of sales training.
"The date of the event was coming up and [the doctor] hadn't heard there was a problem, so he wrongly assumed it was OK to proceed," the spokeswoman said.
The Clinic on Thursday was reporting the incident to the U.S. Department of Agriculture, which regulates animal welfare.
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals also got involved.
Shalin Gala, a research associate at PETA, said the organization received a tip Wednesday that salespeople from California-based Micrus Endovascular Corp. were training in the use of the MicroCoil system so they would be knowledgeable when making sales pitches. The system allows for a less-invasive means than surgery to treat a brain aneurysm, a weak spot on a blood vessel that balloons out and fills with blood. The technique requires a doctor to thread coils through a catheter to the site of the aneurysm, trying to pack the aneurysm with enough coils to prevent blood flow.
Brain aneurysms can occur in anyone but are more common in adults than in children and slightly more common in women than in men, according to the National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke. About 27,000 people suffer ruptured aneurysms each year in the United States.
Gala, of PETA, sent a letter to the president of Micrus Endovascular, asking him to stop Wednesday's training program and establish a "formal policy prohibiting the use of animals for training purposes."
A Micrus official said Thursday that he had no knowledge of the incident, adding, "Are you sure you have the right company?"
"I can't comment on what a doctor did," he said at another point. "I would assume this is a Cleveland Clinic internal matter."
Hospital leaders are beginning an internal investigation.
F. Barbara Orlans, a faculty affiliate at Georgetown University's Kennedy Institute of Ethics, said the Clinic and its animal care committee are responsible for disciplining the doctor, who she said was "absolutely in error in terms of not knowing what his constraints are" at both the institutional and federal levels.
Martin Stephens, vice president for animal research issues at the Humane Society of the United States, had a harsher assessment.
"Not following internal procedure on something as sensitive as this was reckless," he said. "This guy was incredibly naive about the system or just didn't care."
Stephens said using dogs for demonstrations "does not pass muster these days," even though dogs are still tagged as research subjects.
According to the Foundation for Biomedical Research, which supports humane animal research, dogs and cats together represent less than one-half of 1 percent of all lab animals needed in the United States.
The Ohio Revised Code allows for impounded dogs that end up unclaimed to be sold for $3 to nonprofit organizations engaged in teaching or research concerning the prevention and treatment of diseases. But none of the Northeast Ohio kennels contacted by The Plain Dealer said they would allow animals to be sold for such experimentation.
The statute has sections dating to 1953. Greg Willey, volunteer coordinator and adoption supervisor at the Cuyahoga County Animal Shelter, said that, although the law remains on the books, he would be surprised if any Cleveland area shelter sold dogs for research.
"No, no, we don't do it and haven't done it for years and years," he said. "Most shelters are so ahead of the game, trying to provide humane services for dogs, get them homes and give animals medical treatment that it would not even be considered. I know of no agency that does it."
The dog used in Wednesday's demonstration at the Clinic was purchased from a licensed vendor.
The American Association for Laboratory Animal Science says animal dealers who provide dogs and cats to research laboratories must be licensed by the USDA and adhere to the Animal Welfare Act. "

I just don't understand this licensing of living, breathing, feeling creatures in the name of medical research. In this day and age isn't there another way? I just refuse to believe that innocent life must be taken for the betterment of the world. I am so saddened by this article, and that a doctor would be so careless and unkind. I find it hypocritical that doctors work to save lives, yet they are willing to take an innocent animals life in the name of a sales pitch. If you don't have respect for defenseless and "lower-percieved" life, than what is the difference to you in saving the life of a poor homeless man who own nothing and has nothing of value? It seems to me that life has value only when the living have something value to give them worth. I'm very saddened by the way people justify taking life. A doctor does something like this, which happens everyday, it just doesn't make the news everyday, and the most that happens is someone blinks and reacts, but then it's forgotten. Everything seems to be alright as long as it's approved by a "committee" or covered under some sort of "Act." Has anyone ever thought that maybe the "Acts" and the "committees" are condoning unneccessary and bad things? I don't know a worst way to die than in the name of research. A usually slow and painfull death for the betterment of the world. I just don't buy it. People may be playing God with animals now, but if they don't feel it adequate to use animals anymore, what is to stop them from using people who are discarded and down on their luck? Homeless animals who are in need of a home and waiting only for a loving owner who will care about them end up in these situations on a regular basis, so where does it end? What is the limit of human power? How much more cruelty and abuse is acceptable? Animals are mistreated as a whole; in factory farms, research labs, the fur industry, etc. If we have no respect for the life of the smallest and most helpless of life, than how can we expect to be shown any mercy in our time of need? Small cruelties will manifest and build into bigger ones. If we allow people to take life in the name of a sales pitch, or a steak dinner, or a fur coat, or countless other animal-harming luxuries which are NOT necessities, then how can we ever stop people from doing the same things to other people. The Bible says we have dominion over the animals that walk the earth, but is there not a responsibility to use them only where it's necessary at least? A fur coat is not necessary for keeping warm, steak/beef/chicken/lamb/veal/etc are not necessary for survival, killing animals to make a sales pitch is not necessary. These are all choices we make. Chosing compassion and respect for life by not depriving the animals of their lives for our meals is a choice. I refuse to believe that animals were put on this earth for us to feast on, conduct experiemtns and research on, skin for coats, and use for entertainment. If there is a God, I just don't believe this is what his plan for us was...This defenseless dog will never bark, play with a toy, run in happiness, cuddle up to an owner, or fall asleep next to a loyal human companion again...all for a sales pitch...

Monday, January 08, 2007

Two Cute Herbivores. One Is Furry Also.

Smooth Greg, Not Furry Greg.

You are furry.
Here is a not furry picture of you.
I am not furry.
I sometimes like furry people.
You are furry.
I like you.
Not just some times.
All the time.
Even when you tell me I need to brush my hair and then you laugh at me.
Even when you unnecessarily pull my pants down and laugh at me.
Even when you poke me with your tounge and then laugh at me.
Even when you lick my face and then laugh at me.
I still like you.
Because you listen to me.
You talk to me.
You make me laugh.
You hold me when I sleep.
And when I'm awake too.
You like me just as I am.
You are furry.
I like you.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Fear Nothing. Not Me.

Don't be afraid to be who you are.
Fear Nothing.
Not me.
Love will uproot the pain you feel.

Monday, January 01, 2007

I Can't Smile.

You are the one who makes me smile.
You are too far away.
I can't hug you.
How do I smile?

Sunday, December 31, 2006


Saturday, December 30, 2006


Thursday, December 28, 2006

My State of Confusion Leads Me To Believe I Am An Angry Gumball.

I got an e-mail today about a young deaf/underweight dog in need of a home. E-mails like that always bum me out because I don't have a home I can open to needy animals. These sort of e-mails and such always lead me to deep contemplations about the world...
I don't understand people sometimes. I look around and I see animals suffering, and it's almost like the other people around are just walking by and ignoring it. Like it's not even happening right in front of them. I wonder and I try to disect people's actions and displays of emotions and I just get more confused. I am just astonished by people who would think so highly of themselves that they deserve to wear the fur or skin of the 50+ animals who must be killed for one fur coat or leather jacket. It makes me want to scream watching people be so selfish and so cruel as to WANT for so much, and be willing to condone such horrible things to get what they want. Not out of necessity, but out of WANT. Why is a simple life that harms none who are living not enough?...
Why must innocent animals continue to be the victims of our greed and vanity? Nothing makes me more angry than to see a Jennifer Lopez or Beyonce-type parading around in rear and exotic animal furs. They have all the money in the world, and they still need to condone the torture of helpless animals who have no chance or means to beg for mercy, to make them a coat they can add to their collection of hundreds of pieces of clothing. Animals are thrown in tiny boxes and gassed, analy electrocuted while being forced to bite on a piece of metal as they are fried from the inside out so their fur won't be damaged, and kept and bred in tiny cages in harsh conditions. There's nothing I'd like more than to watch a Jennifer Lopez-type walk around a fur farm and watch them make her a fur coat. Or for that matter, watch ANYONE walk through a slaughterhouse or factory farm and be able to eat meat again. There's a reason they don't build factory farms and slaughterhouses in our neighborhoods, and with the widespread of animal abuse in the factory farmind industry; they have PLENTY they don't want us to bare witness to or know about.
Maybe I just don't understand, having been an animal lover since the days when I was just a wee little hippie, the necessity of always wanting more than what is necessary to survive. It's never the fur coat, the steak on the dinner table, or the pure bred dog that bring a real smile to anyone's life, yet animals suffer and die horrible deaths to bring momentary gratification to our lives. Yet we hardly remember a one of many pieces of flesh consumed from the dinner table, or a fur coat worn in the cold, or caring about our pets simply because they are pure bred, as if that is something that makes them more capable of being loyal companion animals. I certainly can't imagine why dogs are being bred and sold "pure" when thousands of dogs are euthanized daily to make room for more dogs from puppy mills and the pet stores who buy them. When does the value of a life outweigh the value of a dollar?
Yeah, I go to all these protests, write letters and make phone calls and people think it's a waste of time, but who will speak for those that are suffering at our hands, if we all go home and shut up? Who will there be to fight for the end of the cruel treatment and infliction of pain on innocent animals?
I refuse to believe that people are just so cruel they don't care. I cling to the hope they are ignorant only out of fear of the truth, because the truth is never as beautiful as the mask shielding it from our eyes.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006


I think this may not be solid ground.
Not a road that leads to a place I can be safe.
I think I should slow down, and take a look around.
This may just be another cliff.
The next step could be the one that has no ground under it.
Just don't know if it's safe to come out from behind these walls.
Just don't know if I can conquer this insecurity inside me.
Need reassurance, but I don't know what will make it okay.
That's why I am the IDon'tKnowGirl.
Because I don't know...

(The above cartoon is from Jeff Thomas' Pon and Zi cartoons)

Monday, December 25, 2006

The Furry Gumball.

I miss you today.
Without you I am a lonely gumball.
I like your hugs and your kisses.
I am the insecure PEZ dispenser.
You are the security guard who makes me smile.
I am the scared little sleeper.
You are my furry blanket.
I am the randomly laughing alphabet.
You are my X's and O's.
I am the quietly sad IJustDon'tKnowGirl.
You are the kiss in my ear :)
You are furry, I am a gumball.
We are the furry gumball.
You are many things all at once Furry Greg...

Sunday, December 24, 2006

It's That Time Again!

Merry Christmas and Let's Hope for Peace and Love!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

The Answer Is Always X's And O's.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006


You know how when something makes you sad everyone you know is like "It's going to be alright..." Well sometimes you just need a hug. A hug can make everything alright...Less talk, more hugs. I just need a hug...


All beings tremble before violence. All fear death, all love life. See yourself in others. Then whom can you hurt? What harm can you do? - Buddha

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Merry Christmas Little Friend!

So we celebrated Roxy's Christmas a little early this year so my Dad could be here when she opens her presents. She was so adorable! She kept trying to get away from the camera, I'm always taking pictures of her! Haha.
"Yummy!" Here's Roxy after eating some ChocoDrops from her stocking.
Here's Roxy after opening one of her presents. (It's a squeaky skunk)

The Quiet After Dinner Surprise.

Dinner with my parents.
An angry little dog.
Field of many words.
Try to make it work?
Yes, let's.
A quiet surprise.
Very cute.
A micro nap.
Kisses standing up.
Tomorrow, call.
Next week...Christmas!

Thursday, December 14, 2006

His Name Shall Be Shmonkey "Turtle" Guy And He Shall Be My Friend.

"Yay! I've got a name!"

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Giving Life To The Moment.

Painted on December 12, 2006

Monday, December 11, 2006

The Story Of A Turtle And A Bunny.

Turtles and Bunnies.
They are special.
They share their mittens and make snow angels.
They also watch Disney movies and laugh.
They laugh a lot.
Bunnies and Turtles are friends for life.
The Bunny hasn't forgotten, and neither has the Turtle.
They remember things only they will ever know.
Because once a Bunny and a Turtle fell in love.
The timing was all wrong, but the crossing of their paths was all right.
And now they stay crossed.
Because one is a Turtle and one is a Bunny.
And Turtles and Bunnies never can live without each other...

Sunday, December 10, 2006

I Shall Call Him FURRY And He Shall Be "Mine."

Witness To Dark Polo Maulings.

Never be afraid to put your feelings out there.
You're the one I want to hug.

Friday, December 08, 2006


"When you're not in love, when you don't have love, everybody you know falls in love on like the same day - even Karen the douche bag falls in love! Even retarded people in your neighborhood are getting married on their front lawn as you drive by. The 'tards just got married on their lawn. That's great! I have nobody, and the 'tards just committed to each other for a lifetime of 'tardiness'' ~ Dane Cook

Just funny...

Thursday, December 07, 2006

My Heart Is Untamed And I Am Incomplete Still.

Happiness was supposed to stop the repetition.
Why does it not stop the earthquake?
That is how it's supposed to be.
Happy is supposed to stop the sunflowers from wilting.
It didn't stop it.
Something is not where it's supposed to be...

Furry Greg And The Contemplated Running.

I will not run, I will not worry.
I will stay.
I will camp, and I will cuddle.
With him, not without him.
He makes me smile.
So I will not run, and I will not worry.
I will stay.
I will touch his furry face, and I will laugh.
With him, and also at him :)
He's funny.
So I will not run, and I will not worry.
I will stay.
I will kiss him and hug him, and hold him.
Close, and not far from me.
I think we are of the same raindrop.
So I will not run, and I will not worry.
I will stay...

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

The Rush That Creeps.

Afraid of the rush creeping through me.
There is a wave rising over my head.
And maybe I should run just incase I might not remember how to swim.
I know how to do that.
Scared a little more.
I just glued myself together, I don't want to fall.
Not from the middle shelf.
Feeling fragile, and there is an earthquake in my world.
I don't know if you can stop me from falling apart.
I don't want to be broken.
So I will wiggle my eyebrows and try to figure you out...

Monday, December 04, 2006


Dear Greg,

You are furry.
I like you.


Thursday, November 30, 2006


Dear Greg,

It was nice that we could talk like that tonight.
Can't wait to see you tomorrow! :)


Wednesday, November 29, 2006


Dear Furry Greg,

I was very sad today, but I smiled a little because of you.

Goodnight Furry Greg :)



I was listening to the radio on my way to classes early this morning, and they were talking about the woman who microwaved her one month old baby. I am just horrified and disturbed by what she did. It made me think of that man in Lodi, who cooked the puppies in the oven. It always bums me out how cruel people are. It really scares me that some people just don't feel. They just have no capacity to love or feel closeness. I don't think life would be worth living if I couldn't feel. I often wonder what makes people do bad things. Why don't some people feel anything? How can anyone watch a little puppy suffer and die in an oven? I try to believe that everyone has some good in them, but not these people. They are bad. It scares me people can be so tainted. Some people fear the devil which they cannot see, but I'm more afraid of people. I can see what they do, and it frightens me. What more evil can be done that man hasn't already done to the innocent? I'm really bummed out. I need a hug...

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

I know you're busy getting ready for Christmas, so thanks for reading my letter! I have been such a good girl this year! I tried very hard to be nice to all the boys, even the ones that have cooties. So here's my wish list...

1. Peace on Earth for Everyone.
2. Compassion for All of Life.
3. More Open Eyes.
4. More Love in the World.
5. Less War.
6. Less Hate.
7. More Happiness.
8. Less Poverty.
9. More Living.
10. Less Dying.
11. More Time to Love.
12. More Good Hair Days in 2007.
13. More Sleeping In.
14. More Time to Make Art.
15. More Snow Angels.
16. Chanel No. 5.
17. Hot Pink Victoria's Secret Weekend Tote.
18. A New Coloring Book.
19. Ice Age 2: The Meltdown on DVD.
20. A Life-Like Squirrel for Roxy.

I know I asked for a lot, but I'll be happy if you grant any wish from 1 to 10...I am expecting the rest on Christmas Eve, so hurry!

P.S. ~ I'll leave you double chocolate chip cookies this year :)

P.S.S. ~ Anyone else who wishes to send me a gift: please wrap and add bow to make it pretty! :)


I like him.
I think he likes me too.
Can I trust him?
I don't know.
Is he just the same as what's already been done?
What about the far aways?
I don't know.
I like him.
I think he likes me too.
I will think...

Monday, November 27, 2006


Dear Furry Greg,

Does this mean I have to get you a Christmas present? haha.


Sunday, November 26, 2006


Dear Greg,

You are adorable.


Wednesday, November 22, 2006

The Difference.

"And for all you know..
This could be..
The difference between what you need..
And what you want to be.."

Monday, November 20, 2006

OJ Simpson ~ Here's Another Slap in the Face.

I am absolutely disguisted by OJ Simpson's recent interview where he talks about how he would've murdered his late wife Nicole Brown, "had he done it." He basically explains that if "hypothetically he had murdered Nicole, how it would've happened." He also wrote an entire book detailing the murders, "hypothetically" of course, but with vivid details only the killer would know. C'mon...we all know he did it, we've always known it was him. This interview was just another slap in the face of the families whose loved ones he viciously murdered. It's basically him saying he did it and got away with it, and he's rubbing our faces in it. I am sickened by OJ Simpson more so now than ever before. Not only was it blatantly obvious at the time of the murders that it was him, but some judge, who clearly slept through the entire trial, as did the jury...let him get away with murdering two people. I have never understood how the people on that jury, the judge, or his attorneys can sleep at night knowing they let a murderer go free. They let him get away with capital crimes without even a slap on the wrist, and now he is making a mockery of the tragedy he has inflicted on the families and loved ones of two people. It makes me so upset to know people like him roam free without a single guilty thought, while innocent people suffer in life. It's just so unfair. Why on earth would anyone be so cruel as to give a hypothetical account of their childrens' mother's vicious murder? I think he is a terrible a person. How could he be a good father and give an interview to the world on how he would've murdered their mother, had he been the one who did it? If pigs have started flying, hell has by chance frozen over, and there is someone out there who belives OJ Simpson is innocent...why would he give an interview like this? He could've used something else for publicity. How could he do this to his children? This isn't his first attempt at making a mockery of how he murdered two people. He had a briefly aired comedy show where he did a skit re-enacting the murders he commited, again "hypothetically," and even included a blood smeared white Bronco. I'm so angered, he is shouting to the world that he committed 2 murders and got away with it. I wonder how the people on his jury, that found him innocent, feel watching him make a joke out of what he did. This man deserves to suffer for what he has done and the way he's making jokes about getting away with murder. What an unjust right to live this man has. I truly hate very few besides George W. Bush, but OJ Simpson deserves a fate that is equal to the suffering he has inflicted.

So if I shove my mouth full of cookies but say "I didn't do it, but if I hypothetically ate the cookie, here's how I did it "...yet the cookie is gone and there is clear visual evidence of cookies having entered my mouth...did I eat the cookies?...and if I say I didn't eat the cookies, but continue to "hypothetically" describe and re-enact how I ate the I innocent, or did I eat the cookies and am now making a fool out of you?...Think about that.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Bittersweet Conformity.

I have given in and made a MySpace page...HAPPY NOW?! haha. Here it is.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Memories Of Snow.

I'm so excited about Christmas. The snow. The lights. The fireplace all lit up and warm. I can't wait to go outside and make snow angels. Just today I remembered being little and playing outside in the snow in one of those funny snowsuits with attached mittens. Those were hard to move in, but they sure were useful for rolling around in the snow, hiding inside an igloo, or laying on my back and watching the snowflakes floating toward me from the sky. Watching Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas (the origional) at least 5 times before Christmas came, still one of my favorites! :) I miss driving around with my Dad on Christmas eve looking at the lights while my Mom made dinner for us. I miss laying down to sleep and sharing whispers with my little brother on the top bunk. Even when I discovered Santa was only my Dad ringing a bell on the mantle, it was my little brother jolting from bed whispering "Did you hear that? He's here!" that made me feel warm inside. My grandparents sending us chocolate santas to put in the window for Mikulas, which is a Hungarian celebration for filling stockings before Christmas. Hanging the chocolates on the tree (or sneaking them off and putting the wrapper back on the tree! haha, which my brother and I were experts at). Building a snowman with my little brother and my Dad on a cold dark snowy night when I was 9. It was our first Christmas in Ohio, after we had moved here from Hungary, and presents didn't matter. All we had was us...I can't wait to make snow angels this year. That picture is me, in my funny snow pants.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Feeling Blue.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Someone Had a Birthday!

Someone had a birthday with 41 balloons.
Made a wish on Macaroni and learned how to Doodle.
Fed racoons and watched a movie after Dr. Seuss.
Who wished him Happy Birthday before he got squirted.
Spongebob and sleepiness helped him celebrate.
Someone had a birthday with 41 balloons.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

A Brief Summary Of My Contemplations On Life...

Today in one of my literacy courses we watched the documentary Paperclips. I have seen this documentary a few times before, but it gets me everytime. The documentary is about an 8th grade class in Tennessee, that comes to make a truly impactful project about the Holocaust. I won't give away what the project is, but I recommend it. It's a powerful documentary, with accounts from survivors, and the communication of human emotion. I've seen this documentary probably five times prior to today, and I don't think I'll ever watch it without crying. It makes me think and feel and connect. Today, other people were crying and feeling an impact on their lives. Everyone knows about the Holocaust because it's taught in school, but it's different when you really make a connection and feel hurt for someone else, and become part of a common thread of emotion. It's really powerful sharing hurt with someone, and it manages to be powerful when you share the feeling with a stranger or someone you love. My professor said something really meaningful today about sharing emotional and sensitive subjects with students in our future classrooms, she said "Never be afraid to teach your students about the truth, and things that evoke emotions..." I'm amazed by kids everyday, but when kids are touched by sense of hurt for someone or something else, it really gives me hope that all the bad things in the world will someday be changed by these kids, and the world will be a better place. I think and think about people's capacity to feel so much all at once, or so little sometimes. I remember things from when I was little and how meaningful and feeling provoking everything seemed to be. I felt the warmth outside when I played with my friends, but I never see my adult peers excited by the sunshine and the green grass. How does the excitement of life just fade away like that? I think maybe children feel the most of all, and they do it outloud without shame or doubt or second thoughts. Why don't we just cry when we feel sad, or hug strangers when we think they might need it, or we just want to be hugged? Why don't we yell and make others aware of our discontent at unfairness or mistreatment? Why do people hide from what they feel? I used to think people were simple, but I'm starting to feel they are truly complex creatures...

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


You shine and you glow, and you never stop.
You're in my sky and you glitter.
You glitter when my world is dark.
With you I tumble among the stars.
You run with me through fast dreams.
You feel gentleness for the broken.
You see Peace, I see Peace.
With you I know.
I laugh.
I feel.
I live.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Taking The Long Way Around.

"It can get pretty lonely when you show yourself
Guess I could have made it easier on myself
But I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow
But I’ve always found my way somehow
By takin’ the long way
Takin’ the long way around
Well I never seem to do it like anybody else
Maybe someday, someday I’m gonna settle down..."

~ Dixie Chicks


Chocolate, chocolate, I love you so.
I want to marry you and live forever in the flavor of your brown.

Arnold Adoff

Monday, October 30, 2006


Very cold.
One mitten for me, one mitten for you.
Two mittens.
Lots of sand.
Scary noises.
Snowflake stars.
One Greg and one Gabriella.
Two mittens.

Saturday, October 28, 2006


Here's Roxy playing limbo at her Howl-O-Ween party. She made it until 6 inches and forgot to duck with all the excitement! But it was still fun!
Here's Roxy mingling with some friends. She was a Princess for Halloween! :)

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Now What?

Isn't it just like life to be overwhelming and busy when it's good?
Then something bad happens, and there is not a single thing to do to fill the empty spaces.
Your world just stops.
You want to run, but your feet won't move.
You don't want to be sad, but your eyes keep filling up with tears.
You don't want to know, but you can't make it undone.
You know you should say something worthwhile, but you can't find a single word that makes any sense.
So you stand there.
You just stand there as your whole world falls apart.
Your world has stopped.
Everything you knew just changed.
Now what?

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Do Not Kiss An Elephant On The Lips Today.

There was a lot of driving.
A shallow monkey, and a patient ox.
One tiny hug, and a soft shirt.
The fortune of not kissing an elephant on the lips today.
One Gabriella and one Greg.

Sunday, October 15, 2006


Wednesday, October 11, 2006

It Was a Saturday, and Now I Know It Like I Know My Name.

Unlaid pieces in my chest are stirring.
Some are missing, some are broken.
Most are thoughts that will never be spoken.
Letting it go, watching it float away.
And it's in your eyes.
You've said goodbye.
It was Saturday.
And now I know it like I know my name.
And if it's all the same, I don't like this game.
I feel far away.
Like hope was lost long ago, not just today.
You spoke of love like you knew what it was to feel it.
I must build another wall to be safe from you.
You are the one who breaks the promises.
You choose your distances, so just walk.
Walk away, always just walk away.
Stay silent, and be busy in your days.
Maybe you'll forget we were ever there.
All this time searching for the reason, I was writing rhymes to keep me ok.
But you had the answers all along, and I didn't want to be broken.
Answers turn people into pieces, I didn't want to be broken.
Looked for a friend and found that October nights can be the coldest.
I can cry and I can lie.
Smile until my cheeks are dry.
The place I want to run doesn't exist inside you anymore.
It's never an ending, it's an ugly transition into winter.
When the familiar starts to freeze away, wrapping up in a blanket is all I can do.
I learned it on a Saturday.
And now I know it like I know my name.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006


Don't have to do the right thing today, because she is not beautiful.
Make the right decision and give in.
Just one more time give in.
The monster that will make you beautiful is here.
Say hello.

Monday, October 09, 2006


I who flutter can never land.
I can never stop the repetition.
Never gone, always here.
Don't speak it.
No, don't say a word.
That is not you.
It's only a reflection you must know isn't enough yet.
It's only, it's only.
The covers under which you lay will give you silence.
Complicate love and know the hurt is only temporary.
Send him away and he won't have the chance to hurt you.
Ask him to come back and he'll prove he is a liar.
Build a wall and never let him back in.
I must flutter, always flutter.
The coulds will hide me from my reflection, and I won't have to see.
Days of innocence long gone away.
No more reflections, no more reflections.
Just can't stop the repetition, no I just can't.
I can't stop the repetition today.
Any other day, not today.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

There Is No Love Where Ignorance Breeds, and Money Is God...

So yesterday I went down to Holmes county for the Buckeye Dog Auction protest against puppy mills. They moved the auction from where it's usually held at the Holmes County Flea Market, out to the middle of nowhere. I found it ironic that the auction sign was posted to the fencing of a small graveyard. The place was deserted, which was a good thing because we had a hard time finding it, so I assume potential puppy mill customers did as well. Most of the other people besides Lisa and me, and one other person, got lost and never showed up, and one group encountered a roadside situation that needed their attention, so they arrived later after we left. People down there gave us no support, we had a few people who agreed with us. One guy was a real arrogant piece of work, and he preached to us about how he was a born-again Christian, and asked us why we weren't protesting an abortion clinic. He actually asked us how we could believe that animal life is more important than human life. People like that get me, you can never convince a person like that to have compassion. You can never make them understand that all of life can be valued equally. They will only try to make you feel like you are wasting your time, and they'll throw the Bible at you and try to explain their point of view without listening to yours. I've written about the poor conditions in puppy mills before, and I've been inside the auction, and I'm only standing up against what I've seen, so this ignorant asshole was wasting his time trying to preach his born-again Christian fascade to me.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Born Into Brothels...

Today I watched a documentary called Born Into Brothels. Photographer Zana Briski traveled to Calcutta and taught the children of prostitutes how to use cameras and take pictures. This documentary shows their lives, and the pictures they take. This is a really good documentary and depicts life in Calcutta, and shows these children's daily lives of hard working, and an eventual future of prostitution for the girls if they don't get an education. It's so nice to see the children getting along and playing together innocently, when unfortuanetly, later in life the men will come to treat the women as less than their equals. There is a part in the documentary where the children go to the local zoo and one boy named Goru speaks of the treatment of the animals, and how they are caged and only fed very little once a day. He also says people feed the elephants plastic bags because they are hungry and do not know it's not food, but this is very unhealthy for them. The children actually come to take some pretty exquisite photographs. I was taken back by how the children were being spoken to by adults. One part of the documentary shows a girl getting water from a well, and an adult who is not her relative calls her some very dirty names, and says some very mean and nasty things to her. Throughout the documentary Zana Briski loses some of the children to whom she's teaching photography, to prostitution. Zana tries to find schools for these children, but many of the schools don't want to take in the children of prostitutes, and sadly it is very hard for the children to not fall into prostitution when their parents, grandparents, and so on have all been prostitutes. These children are amazing, and so creative and full of expression, it's sad t see where they end up in life. One child says something to the effect of "You must just accept that life is sad and full of pain...that's all."

Friday, September 22, 2006


I went to work today and got naptime duty, so I decided to start reading Dominion by Matthew Scully, which I've been meaning to start for awhile but have been too busy. I got through the first few pages and knew it was going to be an impactful read. The first few pages just captured me, it was like someone took all my feelings and thoughts and contemplations about animals and wrote a book. I couldn't put it down, and I was emotional within the first chapter. It really makes you think and makes you feel, and makes you examine the state of humanity and the way we are treating animals.

"Matthew Scully blends philosophy and reportage in considering the various inhumane ways people treat animals. Finding ample evidence in pig factories and artificial wildlife safaris, Dominion calls on humans to reconsider their relationship with the animal kingdom, noting sadly that when we can no longer recognize cruelty in one form, it may mutate and afflict others." (Not my quote)

Waiting For A Friend...

I heard about a great book today, and decided to order it. It's called Shelter Dogs, and it was written by Traer Scott. It is filled with photographs, and the stories of fifty shelter dogs. The book tells of how each dog ended up at a shelter, and what eventually happened to them. Traer Scott started out photographing dogs that were up or adoption, so their photos could be posted. She found some of the dogs were never adopted, but could not erase their pictures since it was all that was left to prove they ever existed. The pictures are touching and the stories are emotional. You will cry for the abandoned dogs whose lives end while they wait for a friend...

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

News From Home...

Today I heard news from home. Protesting has begun to force the resignation of the Hungarian Prime Minister. It's about time! Evidence has been made public that he has lied about the state of the economy in Hungary, widely misleading the Hungarian people. An estimated 2,000 protesters have gathered in the capital (in front of the parliament building) to protest for the 3rd night tonight, to call for Prime Minister Ferenc Gyurcsany's resignation. Unfortuanetly the protest tonight turned violent, though no-one has been seriously injured thus far, cars were set on fire and the rioting got out of hand. More protests are planned for the rest of the week, the biggest being on Saturday night per protesters, and continuing into early October. The Prime Minister has replied with this statement "I will persist despite protesting." I'm so excited people are finally protesting, this guy is simply an asshole, working only for himself. He was elected into office by the olden minded people of Hungary who were supporters of the Communist rule in Hungary before 1990. It's time for a change, the government in Hungary accomplished nothing for the people, but blindly leading them back to the days of the Communist party which ruled Hungary for so long, before it's fall in the 1990's. If only I could be there, I love a protest for a good cause. The Prime Minister also gloats of how proud he is he managed to cover up his scamming of the Hungarian people for the past 4 years about the budget. Ok, now only Bush is left...I'm just waiting for him to finally come out and admit he is a greedy bastard with alternate agendas, the war in Iraq is about oil and conquering the Middle East, and I just want him to acknowledge that he has been blaintantly lying to the American people, and I want him to write his own speech for that one too...I'd like to hear it. His day will come...The following are excerpts from a leaked video of some of the lies the Prime Minister of Hungary told to cover-up their not doing anything in the past years, and I mean doing nothing whatsoever! And when he talk about the "Left," he is talking about the Communist Party...

"The deal is that in the shortest term we have no choice. (Finance Minister Janos) Veres is right. We can fiddle around a little bit, but not much. The moment of truth will quickly arrive. Divine providence, the abundance of cash in the world economy and hundreds of tricks -- which you clearly don't need to know about -- helped us survive. That's it. No more. ..."

"What we could do secretly during the past months so that no documents would appear in the last weeks of the election campaign showing what we were up to, we did. We kept the secret... knowing that if we won, we would have to really get going, (because) we've never had such a problem..."

"I think there are going to be conflicts, kids. Yes, there will be. There will be demonstrations. They can protest in front of parliament. Sooner or later they grow bored and go home..."

"It's a fantastic thing to be in politics. Fantastic. It's fantastic to lead a country. I was personally able to get through the last 18 months because I had one ambition which drove me -- to give back the Left the faith that it can win. That it doesn't have to lower its head in this damn country. That it doesn't have to soil its pants because of (opposition leader) Viktor Orban and the Right and can learn to measure itself not against them but against the world. This is what gave me faith, that it was worth doing this. It was a great thing. I loved it. It was the best part of my life..."

Monday, September 18, 2006

In Time You'll Wake To Find You're A Little Unbroken...

One day nothing is the same.
Been walking around in circles.
You find that your world is mending.
You do not break a little when you smile.
You don't know where you will be tomorrow.
Can barely remember where you've been.
But you remember laughter.
It's pictures in a photo album, put there long ago.
Took so long to let the hurt come.
The gone away is infinetly distant, but you run.
You don't know about tomorrow, but you run.
You change, but you always go.
You flutter around and never stop.
You never stop.
You flutter...


Roxy taking a well-deserved rest after the Dog Walk this past weekend...

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Quailcrest Farms Dog Walk 2006 To Benefit Animal Rescues in Ohio...

Roxy getting her paw print done in plaster at the Dog Walk.

So me and Roxy took part in the Quailcrest Farms Dog Walk 2006, to benefit rescue groups in Ohio this weekend, and we are tired! We spent hours meeting new people, sniffing backsides, being peted, giving kisses, and having fun. We managed to raise some money for JRTCA Jack Russell Rescue (Roxy is a Jack Russell Terrier), and the walk was fun. Long, but fun. Roxy walked up front the whole time, choking herself, and manically sniffing on the trail. We lost shortest tail by about, let's see, a million lightyears. There were so many dogs that had no tails whatsoever...we had no chance, the competition was stiff. Dick Goddard was there, funny guy. We met some really nice people, and just enjoyed being around other dog-lovers. Roxy and I came home, and she was seen sleeping, with her tounge hanging out, shortly thereafter. I am so proud of her, the walk was long, and she never stopped to rest, and thanks to the people who sponsored her to walk, we raised money for a good cause. We are now preparing for our next social event: The Howl-oween Spookfest in October, where she will enjoy Halloween festivities with her friends from The Orrville Pet Spa & Resort Doggie Daycare. Ok, yeah, she's my little honey-bunny, I love her...

Friday, September 15, 2006


So hollow.
Moments are passing, and the days are fast moving.
Still, I am so hollow.
Can't stop the repetition.
Can't stop the repetition.
Smile, and no-one will know.
Not ever.
Just smile, and no-one will know.
Smiling will make everything ok.
If I don't say it outloud, no-one will hear it.
Just won't, not ever.
If I smile a million times, I won't feel it.
Just won't, not today.
But I can't stop the repetition.
Never can I stop the repetition.
Just can't, not ever.
Forget, just pretend it's gone away.
Away, far away.
Run and it won't catch up, it won't catch up today.
Don't look back, not ever.
If I don't remember it, it won't be real.
If I don't think about it, it won't hurt me.
It won't, not ever.
So hollow.
Just smile...

Low Blow From High Christian...

So I heard something interesting today. Pope Benedict XVI was in Germany on Tuesday speaking at a university. The pope quoted from a book recounting a conversation between 14th-century Byzantine Christian Emperor Manuel Paleologos II and a Persian scholar on the truths of Christianity and Islam. "The emperor comes to speak about the issue of jihad, holy war," Benedict said. He said, I quote, 'Show me just what Muhammad brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached.'...After a few moments of disbelief, yet not so much disbelief over the ignorance of his statements, it dawned on me. Even the pope is not above insulting and offending millions of people, by taking an indirect shot at the religion of Islam. I view this statement as coming from sheer ignorance. I don't fully know Islam, but I do know some about the prophet Muhammad. Being the most powerful Christian in the world carries a responsibility. The word of God is supposedly to do good, so it's a low blow for the pope to come out and insult Islam. The responsibility of any such powerful position should intale the spreading of good, not the envoking of anger. Sadly, there is enough tension in the Middle East without the pope generating more resentment, while offending the followers of Islam. The Vatican is trying to defend his statements saying he neither agreed or disagreed with the statements he quoted. I think his choice of statements to quote speaks for itself, it's not at all unclear to me how the pope feels about Islam, and the prophet Muhammad. Out of all the statements he could have quoted about peace and unity, in a time when there is great tension in the world, he chose to be ignorant. I briefly talked to my friend Mike about this, and he made a very valid point that the Vatican/and many things coming from Rome have always been political. It's true. Somehow I believe that if you are the most powerful Christian in the world, your faith should be your agenda and your guide, not politics. I'm sorry but how can politics and religion mix, politics these days is just a double edged sword most of the time, though the concept of politics can be good, and very misguided and filled with agendas (that's a whole different blog, haha). Somehow it seems like the pope is using his position as an outlet for his politics. Everyone has a right to their own beliefs, even the pope, but don't mask it with religion. I am very dissapointed that these are the ignorant statements being made to young people today by the highest Christian in the world. Seems the pope is becoming an everyday politician...with a fancy hat...

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Today Was A Rainy Wonderful Day...

The skies were gray, drops fell for hours.
Hundreds, thousands, millions of drops.
Falling, falling all day.
It was wonderful.
I smiled.
It was a rainy wonderful day.

Monday, September 11, 2006

In This Skin...

How do I stop this war inside me over this skin?..

A Mourning Light...

Today is a very sad day. As I remember September 11th five years ago today, I look back on what has become a misrepresented and over-marketed tragedy. When I think of September 11th, I think of the countless speeches George W. Bush has given using the events to try to win support for an unjustified war on the Middle East, and how often it has been used to ensue anger in the American people rather than bring unity in the face of such terrible events. Somehow it just seems that is not how such an impactful event should be remembered. I really think this tragedy has been tainted and turned into something the current administration has used for the past five years to mask the truth behind why there is a war in the Middle East. I am sickened by the way that the events of that day have been used to justify the American people's invasion of privacy by the government, a haste and incomplete plan for war, a war that started out as a hunt for a terrorist and has somehow manifested into a war that seems to have no end in sight, and no real purpose anymore, just massacre. I am deeply saddened today that this administration has tarnished the memory of September 11th by using those events to manipulate the American people into willingly giving support to a war that has been so wrong from the very begining, for so long. I am ashamed of the way the government, and this administration, has taken the heartbreak and loss of the people affected on September 11th, 2001 and used it to turn the American peope into pawns. Just goes to show you how some people will use tragedy to manipulate you into giving away your rights, and surrendering to their wills. Sadly September 11th, 2001 is slowly becoming the Iraqi War legacy of George W. Bush's administration. Today is a day to remember how many people have become victims of violence, greed, war. September 11th, 2001 has been another magnified example of what disunity does to the world. It's a day to mourn for the whole world, everyone. It's time to unite and commit to peace. Maybe someday it will be enough. All the wars, the lost people, the destruction. Maybe someday everyone will just say...enough...

(Not my picture)