MESSAGE FULL!? That is what I saw as I noticed an incoming text. I quickly went to delete a message so I could receive the incoming text. I was nervously waiting to hear of my daughters' landing in Lima, Peru. As I scrolled through the text the first was a picture of my son in his basball uniform standing cockily. I could not delete, so I scolled through to the next. Why does my phone have a limit. Sure I had uploaded the photo to save but what about the other messages. They are bits of love, bits of techno poetry from my life. How could I just send them to memory? How could I lose such communication. A modern love letter from my husband. ur ass looks gr8. DURS. Many acronyms and text shothand. My oldest daughter from her senior year. A trip to europe. We are in the chunnel. Thanks for the flowers they made my day! Just got 2 our tents call you in the morning. In bed upstairs. My other daughter from school. I won wittiest, bring cereal. Nope still driving in the snow call in 30. On my way to Stanford in a little yellow convertible bug with a british girl named Charlotte. Hi mom me and Tana were watching "Some Like It Hot" and it reminded us of you. You and Marilyn have the same body. My son from a fishing trip. I cot shark. I am here c u L8r. Many text Maybe I am clueless and there is a saveyourtext.com site. Oh! even pen and paper will not last forever. Stone! That is my answer carve in stone. The bird has landed! Safely in Peru where there are plenty of messages in stone.

where to be in 2012!?
decipher the codes left from the ancients
the end of pisces brings the aquarius
ophiuchus is the center of the galaxy
galactic allignment brings the change
the great rift opens the magnetic pole shifts
the bulge of the oblate spheroid to the andes
take the knowledge
some ascend on the fz wave
galactic cross
the cross of hendaye
precession omega

Golden Silence vs noise kerfuffle

Sunday a day of rest, not anymore. There seems to be no day of rest especially for the suburban weekend warriors. As I lay on my chaise in the afternoon steamy sun, the sound of yard work invades my silence. HOA's have so many rules what about coordinating yard work for one day or at least ban one day. Oh!, this so goes against my beliefs; but the silence calls my soul. This world is so full of noise. Suburbia is quieter than cities of course. I remember the days of my youth when I lived in different large cities. Being a small town southern girl I noticed the noise when I moved to LA. Sure I love the sound of a distant train, but helicopters shake your inner solace. Mariachis at midnight, traffic till dawn and always trash collectors and leaf blowers. Remember the silence after 911 no planes in the sky, a strange silence of rememberence. I search for the peace, like the silence after a snowstorm. I have travelled the globe for silence from the isle of Capri to ruins in South America there is noise and cell phones work everywhere . I long for the frequency of the planet, no other noise. Inside it exist but it so hard to acheive inner peace. How does our noise effect nature?

Change is a needed awakening.~m

can i survive without my app
will i know which way to go
have i seen beyond the window
can we survive without our apps
the net has snared us in the web
will we jump into the window
do not forget the cardinal symbols
synchronicity
on the stone is cast the knowledge
ruby java cobra unix revolution
virus on the digital language
what will survive without my app
only our energy
synchronicity

fractal nature
sacrad geometry
galactic cross
OPHIUCHUS