velvet acid 8

van gogh

velvetacidrain — Fri, 28 Jul 2006 09:45:56 +0000

some pics of a bronze sculpture we saw in downtown edmonton

cool, huh?

doesn’t it sound like something dubya would say?

velvetacidrain — Wed, 26 Jul 2006 23:21:09 +0000

week in review?

velvetacidrain — Sat, 22 Jul 2006 21:21:52 +0000

some cool pictures from this past week in news around the world …

couldn’t have said it better myself …

velvetacidrain — Sat, 15 Jul 2006 05:19:40 +0000

a comment posted on the guardian’s website:

Israel never seems to learn. But their governments have never really shown a true insight into how it can live in peace with its neighbours. Initially created as a colonial outpost, as a result of a secular ideology called Zionism, it has never been consistent with the principles of Judaism. Today it acts as a regional bully. When Hamas or Hizbullah capture/kidnap Israeli soldiers, Ohlmert’s regime’s response is that of the school bully who lashes out at the entire class for the misdemeanours of one or two, in the process setting the whole school on fire. Does it really think it is going to get it’s soldiers back in this way?

Israel is aware of its military superiority. That is why it acts in this way. But it will never get peace in this way. The only way is to recognise the historical injustice done to the Palestinian people by the creation of Israel and its subsequent actions, and to talk to its legitimate representatives which today is Hamas (like it or not).

The people of Israel are being led up the garden path by their government. There are an increasing number of Israelis who are aware of the stupidity of their government’s actions. More need to raise their voices. (comment written by najib)

3 musical giants

velvetacidrain — Thu, 13 Jul 2006 23:18:56 +0000

image credits: wingsthinx

i wanted

velvetacidrain — Thu, 13 Jul 2006 14:35:13 +0000

i wanted so badly to drown out the feeling.

that white stuff.

that’s what i wanted.

and ….

lots of it.

lucky, then

that i could not find

THAT particular friend of mine.

and so ….

no white stuff.

looking back …

i am glad.

what is it?

velvetacidrain — Thu, 13 Jul 2006 01:34:47 +0000

ok. so the game we here in north america know as soccer is really football in europe.

and rightly so.

you know, it is played with the feet. hence … football.

makes sense? i think so.

and then there’s the game we in north america call football.

played with the hands.

ok. is this someone’s idea of a joke?

its really rugby with body armour, that game we here in north america call ‘football’ …

so what gives?

canine spirit

velvetacidrain — Tue, 11 Jul 2006 19:08:20 +0000

and god asked the canine spirit

are you read to come home?

oh yes, quite so, replied the precious soul

and, as a dog, you know i am most able

to decide anything for myself

are you coming then? asked god

soon, replied the shaggy angel

but i must come slowly

for my human friends are troubled

for you see, they need me, quite certainly

but don’t they understand? asked god

that you wil never leave them?

that your souls are intertwimed? for all eternity?

that nothing is created or destroyed?

it just is … forever and ever

eventually they will understand,

replied the glorious dog

for i will whisper into their hearts

that i am always with them

i just am … forever and ever and ever …

(this poem was in the special room at the vet’s office where blazer died. i thought i would share it with you).

hurts like a bitch

velvetacidrain — Tue, 11 Jul 2006 12:30:52 +0000

i just wanna cry. first time in many years walking thru the door, knowing blazer is not there to greet me with a tail wag, kisses and snuggles. i have lost my best friend. a dear, sweet spirit. its so empty. and empty. i can really not stand it. does the pain ever go away?

a day of firsts, a day of lasts

velvetacidrain — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 20:32:42 +0000

today, at 14:51 central time dragonfly lawrence of arabia drew his last breath.

our day began early, when i made the phone call that sealed our beloved’s fate. we set a time. and from that moment on, every breath, every thought moved us to his death. the last time we ever gave him a treat of wet food in a dish. the last time we poured kibble into his bowl. the last time i poured filtered water into his dish (yes, filtered). the last time he laid on lupin’s futon bed, all sprawled out like he owned the place. the last time we left the house with him. his last free run along the northwest bank of the red river. i will go to that spot now and see him there, at the edge of the low rocky cliff, nose in the wind and a wide canine smile. i will remember my hound like that.

owned the place. the last time we left the house with him. his last free run along the northwest bank of the red river. i will go to that spot now and see him there, at the edge of the low rocky cliff, nose in the wind and a wide canine smile. i will remember my hound like that.

on the floor in that special room at the vet’s, he would not lay down. independent minded as ever, he stood while the vet injected the drugs that would put him to sleep. we slowly and gently lowered him onto his side when the drugs quickly took effect. i drew my fingers along every whisp of apricot coloured hair, along every curve of his body, felt between his toes for the very last time, and the delicate boney bumps on the insides of his knees. i pressed my face into his soft, gund-like fur. and i sobbed. a howling sort of sob. stabbing. aching. this feeling of sorrow, and it cut thru the room.

and there’s more. however i am empty of inspiration. i cannot write anymore right now. but, i just wanted you all to know. its done. (ps – this is also on the blogger site).