Knit CRAZY!!

To start with this is a drawing of a chicken done by my daughter Mali. I love it! Both of my girls (Lily being the older sister) love to draw! I'm so happy that they are both taking to music and art.
So it's official; I've gone crazy for knitting! Sounds strange but I really dig it. Time floats by and you relax into this woven landscape of goodness. Here are two new hats. I am considering doing a little hat making business and calling it:

ACORN CAPS : handmade by a Tree-hugging dirt worshipper

I think I'll name each hat. The one above is called, "Hippie Berry"
I call this one "LIZARD THROAT BLUE". I'm envisioning a small hangtag made of recycled paper on a small piece of twine with a logo on it and on the inside the "name" of the hat. Knitting is really and truly a GREAT time. I'd highly recommend it!

Adventures in knitting

This is my second hat project. I'd like to keep making these and spread them around to any interested friends so let me know if you'd like one. It's an odd sort of painful joy to knit these! Time folds like a "spice melange" space travel vision and suddenly you have another inch of knotted yarn under your needles.
I love the colors and patterns that emerge as the knitting progresses. I'd call this one "Fall Berry". I'm always drawn to earthy yet vibrant colors. I guess it's just another aspect of what I'd call my "Flamboyant-Hippie" aesthetic...maybe.
This beautiful duo was just acquired in Laguna Beach the other day. They come from this incredible Japanese yarn company called Noro. I've found that they and another company called Lion tend to always be my favorites as I paw through a wall of different skeins. See that, "skeins"...That's knitter-speak for a yarn ball. You can see how deep this is infecting my brain!

Chips from the chocolate fireball

Striving upwards toward the stars. Yearning and still swimming in the wonder of it all.
True.
My first knitting project! A hat for my little one Mali. Currently working on number 2!
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls....

The All Seeing Eye

I tend to focus in on small details when I take pictures. Textures, shapes and colors tell these micro and non-specific stories about places. Whenever I show family and friends pictures from a trip they always wonder aloud where the snapshots are. Lamely, there usually aren't any. In a sense these are my version of that. These are the things that strike me about a place and catch my eye.


This is a wild one. I took it of Sharon Jones at her show at the Belly Up last week. The crazy thing was I didn't see this until I was taking a look at the shot on the computer. Sharon Jones was GREAT! Her energy was intense and full of life and fun so I guess it shouldn't surprise me too much to see this amazing African mask image emerge out of her! I think we all carry around the spiritual genetics of humanity in us. Photography is such a wonderful medium to work in. It can be as subjective and objective as the eye and hand behind the camera.

The Strata and Layers of San Francisco Street Detritus

San Francisco is a special city. A walk down any street will show you its' hidden face. It's a city of hieroglyphics. As you walk you slowly submerge yourself in the accumulated strata and leftover energies of 60 plus years of underground culture. Shreds of paper reveal the accumulated paper trail of Beats, Hippies, Punks, Ravers, Hip-Hop Heads. Everywhere your eye wanders pieces of a vibrant and never-ending story unfold.

Ambiguous messages from the collective artistic impulses of thousands of souls. A name, a phrase, a bit of lettering. Some small and sacred reminders of lives lived and dreams dreamed.

Found, Seen and Extracted

Blue Bottle Coffee milk and foam magick
Stone head expressing wisdom but saying nothing
California Aboriginal Sunlight Dreaming

Secrets of The Pyramids REVEALED!

I always love looking at the titles of Occult or Esoteric books from the 30's-60's. The earlier books tend to have these very declamatory titles that promise direct knowledge of hidden mysteries. It's either that or they have inventive "Orientalist" names such as The Kybalion or The Book of Dzyan. The essence of so many of these books is that some little known but life-changing knowledge is about to come your way. I'd never presume to say that these were false promises. I'd like to think that waiting in some dusty bookstore or library there is a tome of soul-shaking wisdom to be discovered by each of us. The, for lack of a better phrase, sacred impulse seems to be hard-wired into humanity. We seek out experiences and engage in practices designed to both reveal and interact with forces larger than our lives. I'm all for this multiplicity of paths. I figure that as long as one isn't harming others and maintains their commitments in the more mundane world what's the harm? I'm deeply fascinated by the myriad spiritual paths people take. I also find that the artifacts (books, art, music,etc.) they leave on the path are vital expressions of the creative soul at work. While the true "secrets" of the pyramids might never be revealed, it's interesting to see people seeking them out.