This is what I've been listening to. Mmmm. And I like it.

I know that the 80's are good and gone when I have a hard time finding a glitter iron on t shirt with a horse design.

how do you create Forever. only in the mind. why do we long for this fantasy reality of Forever. Romance movies. Superheroes. Inoculations. Vampires. Gods. Heaven. Humans are just obsessed with this place that we can never truly know.
Fact is, we are mortal. We end. We live a lifetime. Forever exists only in the mind.

My chicken story has a sad and violent ending. The raccoons got the little peeping creature on just its second night outside in a cage. They reached through the wire and must have dismantled its body and devoured it through the small holes, because the door was still securely locked, and there were no signs of a body, just a trail of feathers. And so nature takes a hold of my human emotions again and tosses them about.

Well, my roommate knocked on doors around the block, asking if any one had lost a chicken, only to receive odd looks. So, we set the little bird up in a closet with a warm light, some towels, oatmeal, bread, water.
I called people for help. I don't know what to do with a chicken! Then I remembered that the Randoms use to have chickens, and I knew that they would be a supportive source.
The chicken made it through the night, and into the day. Still alive when I got home from work. It turns out that Mrs. Random had prize winning chickens when she was a child and knows a great deal about chickens. Well, she came over to size up this creature in my closet, and she says it is about 2-3 months old and it is Rooster! Mr. Random took pictures.

My fluffy cat is a hunter. This season he has already brought me two snakes and a baby bird. He has this special yowl that he uses when he's got something. Oh, thank you very much, I say in respect of his prowess, but can we please keep it outside the house. He is OK with this, and proud of his prey.
Today, at dusk, my roommate comes to me saying that he's caught us a baby chicken.
What? This is somehow unbelievable to me. You mean like yellow and fluffy? Not quite a baby chick, but not a full grown hen either, here is this obviously domesticated bird on our back porch. It is a pale brown color and still a little downy... is it a cornish hen? I ask. Peep peep peep, it says. We put it in a beer box and my roommate scouts the block to see if it has a home. If not, we may just have our first chicken...

I have been going Prince crazy lately. Old school Prince, of course, the days of the Revolution. I recently re-watched Under the Cherry Moon and I am learning guitar parts off of Purple Rain. Prince was incredibly sexy back then. I got especially giddy during Cherry Moon when he looked in the mirror and first fixed his hair, and then primped those long lashes of his with his finger. Oh, take me with you...