civilian BLOG

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 04:33 GMT

my frog, christmas 2007.

Civilian DESIGNS the RECYCLING card for frenchtown's recycling awareness program…

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 09:04 GMT

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Wed, 18 Jun 2008 03:53 GMT

Here you can visit my town through conversations with people here. Frenchtown is a place where people go when the rest of the world takes its toll on them. And then … there are the locals …

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Afterthought..on a local level…

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 01:12 GMT

First I want to thank the folks that were there, the people who got the real feeling of the event, and those who contributed, and those who contribute in the future, if it goes further. It was warm, and real, and wonderful.

As the old saying goes.. “No Good Deed goes Unpunished”, and boy, do I feel all beat up. After repeated bouts with attempting to figure out what happened yesterday surrounding the “Glam Jane Sham PAIN..” fundraiser, I have come down to a few things.

1. I have no idea why we are in this world, except to procreate and make more confused people.

2. Creating a life that resonates with meaning, is only meaningful to the life that is creating the meaning.

3. I am an artist, not a buddhist. I am ego driven. It is what makes life interesting and vital. And those who say their intentions are totally pure, are liars.

4. “You can't please everyyone, so ya, gotta please yourself”…

5. I still believe wholeheartedly in the power of art and music to make this whole confusing mess called “LIFE” make some sort of sense and create some place to heal and grow.

5. I really wish that Nancy Roselli did not think that I am arrogant.

6. Good art, creates STRONG reactions - pro and con. Last night, the good kissers playing elsewhere, on the night we had this fundraiser for a potential memorial foundation - in direct opposition to our event… How sweet that was.. NOT!!

7. “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished”

My 7-year Frog, has bid farewell…

Sat, 10 May 2008 08:11 GMT

So.. Say goodbye. He (or she) still don't know what it was, died sometime today or yesterday - or it could've been the day before. For those of you who do not know the story of my froggie - well…. 7 years ago, my sister-in-law gave my son, who I think was 10 at the time, (maybe he was 11 and it was 6 years ago - well whatever), these 2 tiny little water frogs from Target that were supposed to live in a bio-balance environment forever. Well they kept getting bigger. and I had to keep getting larger tanks, and then eventually a filter. I gained custody of these frogs in the divorce, by force I might add, and took them with me to the north side of the bridge. One day, one of these now HUGE frogs, was missing!!! There was only ONE FROG LEFT! Where the other one went, remains a mystery still to be solved. he (or she) just disappeared. I kept thinking, he must've been staring at the dog's water bowl, thinking - not unlike NEMO - in finding nemo - “I could get a running start, kick off the edge of this tank, and jump into the bowl, and I could jump from the bowl into a puddle - I will make sure it's raining that day, and then I will make it to the river - I HAVE SEEN THE RIVER!! I know it's there.. it was REALLY close to me once, IT WAS IN THE KITCHEN!!! The river was IN the kitchen, so it can't be that far away now!”Anyway - this is just how I imagined his escape. So it's brother (or sister), continued to live all alone for the next 2 years, moving with me upriver. And now it's dead. Barry buried my frog, Jack's Frog, Ripley's Frog, near my little baby trees from the arbor foundation. We will make a memorial froggie headstone. Farewell my most precious web-footed friend.