the story of the magic show

last night, my very dream came true and pontiac and i went to the magic show.

a lot of beautiful things happened there. the man above was the host. he was pretending to be david copperfield in this picture.

this woman was so pretty and flexible.

 

this is *sabastian. his patter included rubber bands and information about houdini.

and then this magician came along and changed my life. here he is telling us how he feels connected to someone in the audience. but who?

it turns out it was me! i couldn't believe it.

we were so connected he knew everything happening inside my head!

he said if i concentrated really hard, i would be able to move this marker. i had already investigated it to assure the audience that it had no hidden problems. i even drew and x on my hand with it. everything about the marker was regular. and then i moved it with my thoughts and the energy in my hand! he also took my arm and showed it to the audience and then i had to close my eyes and count how many times he touched my arm. so i did. and then he asked me and i said three and the audience lost their breath together. pontiac says he didn't touch my arm at all.

the last thing he made me do was inspect a ring he handed to me. when he did this, i could see a string coming from his mouth, so i knew a trick would happen. and then he spun the ring in the air and even though i knew a string was around it, he still did all of this stuff that would be impossible even with the string! and then he made it land on my finger! i was amazed.

*story about the lemon and the magic show

in the beginning of the magic show, before it started, sabastian was walking around telling us cool things and showing us his rubber bands and i told him about the lemon. i said, do you think any lemons will disappear tonight, and he said no, why, and i said, i brought a lemon along in case one disappears and then i can find it in my pocket and everyone will be amazed that it got to me because no magician was ever even near me--it will be astounding. i think this lemon is the reason i got to have a part in the magic show because sabastian knew how terribly i wanted to be a magician. the only trick i know is about the police and some farm animals but i couldn't remember it and so i couldn't show him and then i felt like a horrible magician.

the end.

summer was warmer

 

 

 

the molebone tree

green mountain falls

we helped rob move his things into a mountain apartment. it was so cold my digits began to hurt whenever i was outside. this is where he is living.

a little place called green mountain falls, 10 miles or so outside of colorado springs, population 773 in 2000.

above is the lake. it has a gazebo. you can ice skate here! and below is a tiny restaurant area.

this is the restaurant rob lives above.

it has a big fireplace. a woman said it was the second biggest in colorado . . .

 

it also has a bar that isn't in use and a lot of animals by the ceiling

 

i don't know what happened to its eye

here is one of rob's bicycles. and here is a picture of the stairs we had to climb to bring his things inside

here is a picture of when matthew went on the roof. it was snowing.

and then i started taking pictures of a broken television we found inside

 

 

 

laura jensen

i found out recently that laura jensen has a blog (thank you, ts!).

she counted birds on thanksgiving.

here is a poem that i love by her:

the poorsoul

the poorsoul steps from its habitat of leaves,
and it must be singing a song. without the song
you would only walk away, chanting onlies
to only the wind, only little sighs by the water,
only your neighbor.
soon you will be leading every traveler
to the right saloon.
the poorsoul steps ffrom its habitat of leaves,
and there must be snow. without the snow
you would say, "there, i thought it was
something living, and it has no shoes."
there must be summer, when the nights in gloves
wrap days around the feet of the poorsoul.
there must be a song, and snow in summer.
we would never stand there long in the cold.