Two bulls, four big ass horns and a lady

So, I have become obsessed with these two bulls that I see on my drive to and from work. The horns on these magnificent creatures have to be at least 10 inches in diameter at the base. I've never seen anything like it, and I am completely captivated by what they are up to every day. They have been grazing a solo pasture for the last three weeks (that's when I first noticed them). Just the two of them, never more than a few feet away from one another. Buddies. Lying in the mist in the mornings and looking towards the East in the afternoons to avoid the harsh sunset. This amazing energy radiates from them, and something tells me that they have an interesting story to tell. I think they might be Watusi cattle, but I'm not exactly livestock savvy, so who knows. All I know is that they are enchanting, and I dig them, alot.....I know, I'm a strange, strange girl!
Anyway, speaking of girls...one showed up yesterday afternoon. The pasture doesn't seem so lonely anymore. At first, they remained huddled together, observing her from afar. But, today, my joined-at-the-hip boys ventured farther apart as the smaller of the two made a move to chat her up. Big boy seemed to be unaffected by her presence, and wouldn't go near her. I think he is establishing his dominance by playing hard to get. She will ultimately ignore the one that likes her and pine away for the bad-boy that won't give her the time of day. I know that scene all too well, I just can't believe I'm watching it being played out in a pasture. I'll keep you posted as the drama unfolds....

"The Future is Unwritten" - Joe Strummer

I just finished reading "Redemption Song - The Ballad of Joe Strummer" by Chris Salewicz. A must read for anyone who, like me, worships at the altar of The Clash. Passion, intelligence, and a guitar...be still my tingly heart. Joe Strummer ruled!

Rainy Day...Yeah!

It's raining. I've got some gutters to clean in the morning. Small price to pay to the weather gods for the amazing smell of the first good rain of the season. I didn't realized how parched I was, this couldn't have come at a better time. (I gotta give a quick shout out to my girl, Kate Bush...I'm listening to her as I write this. Perfect.) I'm going to go for a walk in a minute. It's a tradition of mine - to go get drenched in the dark. Of course, this first rain is probably totally toxic, but, washing away the yuck -- these days I'll take the help where I can get it. Plus, when your hands are wet, you can't really hang on to things. And I could use some help there too. I hope my hair doesn't turn green. Wish me luck.

Send Me An Angel

....right now, right now. Do you remember that song? Circa 1983, the band was Real Life. So, it's fleet week in San Francisco. I don't generally keep up on things like that, but I had the good fortune to be sitting on the Bay Bridge yesterday just as the Blue Angels were doing their thing over the bay. Totally awesome! Let me just say, Naval Aviators...very hot! There is something especially tingly about watching a Boeing F/A-18 Hornet fly overhead at 700mph. The sound of those engines alone will do the trick for this girl. I was able to catch 30 minutes of the show, and next year - I'll be there for sure. If you are into jets, mach 1, and/or syncronized swimming for that matter...you should be there too. Incredible, and the most graceful thing I've happened upon in a long time. I left the city yesterday contemplating this thought: As humans, we really suck at simple stuff, like communicating. But we can sure build some friggin' amazing shit.