memorial for a brilliant woman

Friday, December 09, 2005

I am having the most ridiculous hassle with the fax machine at work, and by default, the ABC board from whom I'm trying to get a license for a lecture at the gallery tonight (where there will probably be only a handful of people drinking one glass of wine, if that). It is my impressions they change personnel like my daughter changes her hair color- so I always seem to be talking to a different agent and explaining the whole 'artist-run gallery' concept and why we need licenses (uh, cause it's the law?).

Makes me crazy- the good news is, they are always really nice and easy to work with (it helps that we all have state jobs therefore a mutual enemy) and because of weather and late openings- I am the only one here in my office and can listen to Mobylives while I pretend to work!

here- sing-a-long (at the end of the Mobylives feed)

Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

The big showcase for the Center for the Arts high School is tonight-did I mention 2 of my daughters pieces have been chosen for the national competition? Her holocaust work and her wearable art (skirt out of receipts, top out of shopping bags, matching purse) Yeah daughter!!!

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