and i know..you and me...we will never be the same again

i rarely dream of songs...but when i woke up about two minutes ago i ha dthis song in mind and you can not believe how gratefull i was to finde it on youtube just to let you know...whats in my mind...

my christmas was kinda sad...right before the christmas eve i lost someone...someone i loved and liked a lot...i know i know...i promised to come to see you..and didnt came for a long time...because of so many reasons..the way so far..the work...the fear...the shame...and most of all: because there was still time...in knew i couldt get over it and come to see you tomorrow..next week..next month for sure i d make it..i d come..i d sit in your living room...i d hold your hands...the hands that brushed hair out of my forehead when i was a little boy..hands which were all old and soft now...i would look out of the window and see my own 5 year old me run down the green towards the wall at the end of the garden...there where we burried the cat and the turtle in a festive Ceremony....one of the last times we truly met you hugged me close...a rather hard thing since i m so much taller now....and you said: come over soon will you? and bring that book..the diary...and i said yes..yes i d come for sure...yes i d drink tea from your good china..yes i d bring that book you were longing to read...and i never came...i never saw the waves again....and now you are gone...with a whisper of the wind...last night i kneed in the darkness of my room...my hands fumbling through the darkness of my closet..until my fingers found the book you longed to read...the silky wrap felt cool and old against my fingers...which made me think of a funeral i went to long ago....a funeral of a friend...one of the most creative minds i ever met...found at home..dead..floating in the bathtub...i didnt knew anybody at this funeral...your funeral....i saw your parents talking to the priest..your mother shaking from tears...your friends..a group to the left...your parents hatet your friends and accused them to be responsible for your death...the didnt knew i wasnt one of them...and so your mothers eyes rested cool and cold like two little stones on me when i walked towards your coffin to reach out..but i couldnt touch it..to touch this smooth honeycolored wood would mean its real..you were dead for real....so i walked back to my place...all the eyes on me...i could hear them friends of yours whisper...they didnt knew me but knew my face from the magazine i wrote for back then...my whitened face next my high brow tongue in cheek column about all these things that were important back then..they knew that you were knowing me...and somehow i felt all wet and dirty ..for beeing there..for beeing that weird person inbetween the groups...i wrapped my fingers arround a book i had in the pocket of my coat..a small book..so tiny and thin..poetry...i had introduced you to that book years ago the way i was introduced to it myself by my uncle so long ago...walt whitmans leaves of grass...back in that summer night when we had read it..discussed it and drank this really cheap and sweet wine because back then this was what young creative people like us would drink...i remember one morning in your apartment in cologne..when i woke up early and rised from the sofa...the windows were all foggy and moist and my fingers would leave wet prints on the windows surface...there is a picture of you glued in one of my diaries..not even a real one but a photokopie..all grainy and black and white and i could stand up right now and touch the lines of your face...the face i glued inthere so long before you died...long befor ethe change came..long before the tide of your little bathtub would wash over your face and let you dissapear underneath the reflections of the waters surface....i know how i clutched? my fingers around that book while i sat there and listened to teh priests words..well..i didnt..i didnt listen at all...i sat there and looked inside myself and thought of you...and how i couldnt beolieve that you are dead already..somehow i was sure that all of this was a huge joke..your way to punish me for not answering your letters for so long...somehow i was sure that you was there..hidden somewhere and watching us...and as soon as i would believe you are dead you would jump out of your hideaway and scream: surprise....and i would feel all silly and laugh nervously and all these people..who of course werent real friends or family but actors..would laugh too just as if this wouldn have been the best joke ever...but of course that didnt happen...and when it was time to bring you outhere into the graveyard..i rose when your parents walked on by...there was a huge gap between your family and your friends who followed your coffin...and i longed so intensly for a hand to hold..the way one longs for a drink...i felt so missplaced there in this empty space between the people who were important in your life...and i barely couldnt see anything though the tears that clouded up inside me..and so i just focused on the heels of the girl that walked in front of me..i followed these heels the whole way..i didnt saw anything..i just followed her shoes and suddently i stood in front of your grave and looked down on your coffin...clumpsy i fumbled arround and took the book out of my pocket and laid it on your coffin which was half in the hole already....and i remembered how we once danced in that small cafe near the old market....how we spinned arround and how free we were and how i was all brave and hold your hand and made my arm with you stretch out in a big dramatic hollywood gesture and bowed you down until your hair almost touched the floor underneath a thousnad small garden lights...and how all the people looked at us full of admiration because we were young and careless...and becaus ethey didnt knew any better then that...they didnt knew there was darkness ahead of us...they didnt knew that you would die in your bathtub all by yourself...they didnt knew i would stand by your grave and leave a book full of fading words on your coffin...they didnt know because when one is young and beautiful and careless one seems to be immortal too ... the last time we saw each other was at a bistro in cologne...you were so sad that day...and i assured you that this will pass too..and i went away and before i walked out of the bistro i turned arround and looked at you and gave you that smile that was meant to encourage you...i dint knew back then how i would think of you now..that when ever i take a bath and the water starts to get cold..the foam starts to fade i think of you...washed away like the little mermaids body...in a flush of cold soapy waves...

i dont know why i wrote about all this...i actually wante dto write about the dream i had...last night...i have been always a very intense dreamer...beautiful and scary dreams...dreams which i turned into stories...and i just realised how symbolic that is that i turned some of them into stories and publishe dthem..that i sold my dreams in a way...but thats another subject i think..the thing is that i never was able to know that i was dreaming...when i dream i always think its real..once when i was 5 years old i dreamed that i walked through a cornfield...but instead of corn there where small field mouses/mice growing out of the weeds...small little mice with redish fur...i colected and picke dthem all ..i filled my pyjamas piockets with these small and wooly creatures and it made me so happy..and then i woke up and found myself in tears..my pyjama didnt had pockets in real...

there are a few places in my past i cant go back too...places and houses i m banned from..by shame and fear.....i cnat go back because i decided to walk away and a thing i learned very early is that its much easier to leave a room then to walk back in...and last night i dreamed i was back in one of these houses where i have been so happy when i was young...a place taht belonged to my dad after he left my mother and where i would visit him every now and then during summer...it was a old farm and many people..all arty and hippie-like lifed there...kids where there too and i hate dthem so much for having my daddy arround every day while i would be so far away...there was this huge room....its a particular room in a farmhouse but i dont know the english word...i m not sure if i know even the german word..everyone called it the tenne..a room which was important while harvesting...so every now and then they would set up huge tables there...bread would be baked...people would come..to eat and drink...connor would play his guitar...and everyone would sing and dance all night while the children would run in and out of the house..in to grab something to eat and out into the summer night again to hunt each other over the yard and to search for fireflies....last night i wa sthere..and my dad and his back then gilrfriend guided me arround the house....like i was a foreigner...the houses floor somehow were covered withnautumn leaves which made a weird sound under my feet with every step...they brought me into a room...and explained to me that every person who would visit this place would bring a piece of wood or an piece of art to poay for food and fun that night...and suddentky i knew i was dreaming...i turned arround..and suddentoly in was in the old chappel of the house..by now the dried leaves were already up till my knees...and i looked at the windows with the poainted on saints....and i suddently was holding my camera...and let it drop..because i knew with a silent stab into my heart that my pyjama has no pockets...and the moment i thought of this the world turned upside down for a moment and suddently i stood at the road again..again i was walking towards the house...with a lot of people..the all met in front of the gate (the lights in the tenne were already glowing and music was playing) and everyone would take someones hand and walk through the gate...i of course walked through it all by myself...an dthe lights fade away and i woke up....and while i woke up i dreame dof this song....you never see it it coming somehow...all of this has slipped through my hands...my hands which are so big now...so big that they can pretend that they dont need to be hold...i leave things behind so they can not leave me behind...you and me..we will never be the same again...i just got up to make tea..and outside the snow was falling again..and it was all cold outside...and somehow it is all cold inside me today too...my soul wants to wrap its arms around it self to keep it warm but it doesnet work...an di didnt made tea but poured myself a drink...and i know how it makes me look like in your eyes...that lonely silly man..morning drinking..hanging on to his dreams of far away places...but what can i do?..no one can get out of his skin...if i was smart i would run away again..but i cant..i m not..and i guess i ll stay...my pyjama has no pockets you know....and we ll never be the same again..hold me today in your thoughts...god knows i need it...no matter how strong and big these hands look like...when they say they dont need someone to hold them they lie..dont believe them...just put your hand in mine..

x-mess..

i didnt thought i would made it to a post before christmas ..which ist rather christ-mess this year...you know i love christmas...the tree..the presents the warm feeling..anything actually...but this year i dont have time for anything...i m just swallowed by the work..the usual work as well as the book aka THE BOOK...which is my own fault since i actually said i will not do any regular work until the book aka THE BOOK is done...and now sinc eover a month i do both..and more..more usuall work since i started to write a series of columns for a new magazine and even wrote more magazine stuff then usually AND write the book aka THE BOOK at the same time which wasnt planned this way...i hardly have any sleep lately...i rarely leave the house...i see the food deliverer more often then anyone else....outsid ethe world has vanished...its all washed away in its whiteness..and it amke sit easier to feel like there is nothing but my writing..i m the only boy in the world right now...i m cast away on a desserted island....i cant think of anything to blog about since my life has come to a stand by modus where i do nothing but work work work...it makes me sad in a way..i cant blog..i have no time to read....i might have read 3-4 times my usuall blog friends blogs...since weeks i think: okay..lets answer the coments of the last post" but i dont find ethe time....my brain is so empty and yet overflowing..it feels empty becaus ei m so tired..i truly am...and still its so overflowing because its full with my new stories...stories of a kind i would have never thought of..i never thought in ever would write such stories...if my book aka THE BOOk was a picture it was a still-life...a old table..a huge bowl full of dark succulent fruits...dark ripe plums, purple grapes, the blackest and redest cherries, berries about crack and release their sweetest blood....i m heavy heavy heavy in love with this book...soon it will be finished and i m both happy and sad about this..to finish a book is a relief..like a stone falling from your heart...but its also a sad moment...bittersweet..it means goodbye...goodbye to the events and characters you wrote into the world..goodbye to the ghosts you had lived with for the last month..or..rather..it feels to me like i am the ghost and the book aka THE BOOK is right now the real world.....

while i work i did baked cookies the last two days...which means...both writing and making cookies...baking..and while they bake i run back to work...so..here are some pics...the last ones i ll load up before christmas ...i dont know if i can steal the ytime to come to your blog or send an email to wish you a merry christmas...because tiomorrow i ll work AND will cook AND entertain my little family...but..you know i ll think of you...you are in my heart like all of my real life friends are...right now i m lost out there in this world full of dark and velvety stories...i m also lost in the snow white world...but no matter where i am..you are the red thread that guides me back into real life...have a merry christmas all of you....
here are some of the cookies i made...uhm..cinnamon stars..

and thats the world outside...yep..i m all snowed in...

about dissapearing writers, tons of work and sexy american presidents

so..when ever i m down in a pile of work at one point i get a message by a very wonderful and thoughtful person...you dessapeared! the subject of the email reads and by then i know i have neglected my blogland home for way too long...:-)

nope..i m not sick..whole germany is sick..but not me..not this time..i m all good..asid ethat i pulled a nerve in my back recently which wasnt that dramatic..just uncomfortable...and meant i had to work..in bed..laying flat..laptop on my belly..damn...that wasnt much fun..

talking about work..im just drowning in it...most of it is the book aka THE BOOK...i was meant to finish it by the end of november which i didnt made..luckily i got more time by my publisher so i m not stressed out by the deadline yet...right now i m working on the last sentences of a very "moralistic" story...about a room with a view..about desiring something far away and forgetting over it how good it is what you already got...desire burns..love hurts...havent i written that story allready a million times??? sigh*..i let the bad ones in and the good ones go...its so hard to love like you have never been hurt before....to be as happy as if you are indistructable

i also had to write a few tons of articles...had to finish my first article for the brand new mind magazin as well as several pieces for the next issue of p.o magazine about sex&buddhism (for which i interviewed neo-buddhist icon brad warner), about cougars and why young men are the new black (for which i spoke to the new york time bestseller authors susan mcbride & jane ganahl..both ladies were very smart and sharp in mind..), also wrote a review which i rarely do...about the new reese witherspoon movie how do you know?...and i also co-wrote a piece about tattoos...ell i added advice about how nto care properly for new done tattoos as well as i put out my top ten list of germany best tattooartists...which is because in another life..i did tattoos in the tattoostudio of a friend....so..oh wait..there was another article i wrote for that issue..about constance mcmillen and her case ...you who are living inthe united states for sure know about constance but her ein germany almost no one knows about it so..i wanted to change that....i also had to finish a political essay for a newspaper and some sex-education piece for a parents magazine about how to be a responsible parent and speak open, honest and succesfull with your teenager kids about sexuaity...i know..no oen wnats to think of his children as hormonal timebombs..but they are..and in time sof hiv and othe rthings you really have to help them to be able to work responsible with their own awakening
sexuality...

so..that was that...dont think i have forgotten about you...dont think i dont miss you..its just workworkwork.....

oh and i just noticed its eyecandy monday..so i turn this into political mancandy monday....and who could be more of a political mancandy then barry??? you know that i dont do anything without a reason..and my reason is the recent situation in america and how about o. b is loosing much of his power...people are loosing faith...there was a lot yes we can..and now they want all this yes we can ..right now...there was this hugeeee expecting situation...and people arent happy even so o.b. did already a lot...i dont wanna hurt any americans feeling but..your country has a mountain of problems to move...and o.b. promised change..but change needs time...so you should give that man the time he needs for proofing that he is the man he promised to be...i wanna use a line from the tv show scrubs for this:o.b. isnt a ..and he cant do all this on his own..he needs your support..you know...i also would be all in for hill dog in the white house but still...i know i know..i m in germany..but truth is that american politic affects the whole world...so it has an effect on ym world too..and i do LOVE your president..truly ..i wish we had some o.b. on our own here in germany....so..next election..think about the fact that a cross on a map is where a treassure is hidden..or to mark a special spot...make your cross special by putting it next to a special person on that map of america...

..and how could you not love a man who can dance like this??? i know you do!...love him like you have never been hurt before...let your faith be indistructable

desert rose....

play me....

so...its almost 1:30 in the morning/night...but i m still awake cause the book aka THE BOOK keeps me from sleeping...again i m lost in a storyline...i listen to this song the whole time because the video matches so perfectly for the setting of my story...a palace ..in the desert...desert storms...the sands of time flow...passion...tension...a mann...and a woman who isnt what she pretends to be...visions of long gone events and times...a mase underneath the sand..a man who dont knows anymore if he can trust in what he sees and feels...the desert at night...lightning...the sand who whispers...
i m just about to line the plot out but damn i already love this story...its so intense and i try to capture my own experiences about the desert...thefirst time i went to the desert was when i was still a kid...with my mother...we made somekind of desert safari and slept in a huge beduinstyle tent and by night i heard the desert sing and move..the sand shifting from here to there..that raspy sound..i ll never forget it...years alter i wnet to the desert again...in north africa...while my friends would stay all day at the pool and the beach i went into the desert everyday...i can not tell you how it felt like...the desert does something to the human mind...it makes you think..it makes your thoughts run..i felt like i was loosing my mind in the deserts heat and its burning light...you cant hide nothing from the desert....i so hope that i can carve this story out of my mind the way i feel and "see" it...only the thought of it leaves me wanting and thirsty with dry lips...my muses kisses taste like salt tonight and she brings the smell of the desert winds in her hair...this story is by far the most intense and capturing for this book so far...

oh this book...did i mention that it is so differnet from anything i ever wrote??? the stories...the subjects...they are much darker then my usual tales...the writing style is still mine but different from my usual work...if this book was a baby it would have eyes like burning coals and hair as black and glossy as the wings of an raven....

oh..and even though i m so in love with this book..i have to admit that i already betrayed? it...as you might remember i promised i would write nothing else until this book is done...but...when i had the possibility to indulge in casual sex..i just couldnt hesitate...especially because casual sex is the subject of my new column for a brandnew lifestyle magazin called "MIND"....which is extremly cool and i simply couldnt resist from becoming their new columnist...so..thats all for tonight...evil women in the nightly desert...and new columns....i soon will tell you more about mind and my work with them..so..stay tuned

oh..and dont forget to join in my little contest which whil still run till friday before i pick a winner for another issue of p.o.-magazine

harem girls and another free issue of po-magazine

today i got an email from Mwa that the magazine she won just had arrived and that she cant wait to read it cover to cover...which reminded me that just the other day the new issue of P.O-magazine has hit the news agent as well as of course me...

this time its all about exotic countries...and..harem girls...i wanted to write for quite a while about the subject of modern day harems and while i still was collecting ideas and historic bits and pieces i stumbled over Jillian Lauren who isnt just a funny and smart woman but also a bloody good writer and while i read her book i decided more and more to leave my own story behind and review her book and talk to Jillian instead..

which i did last month...in the middle of a booktour as well as finishing her next novel she took the time to talk to me about her life and expiriences...and believe me she didnt hesistate to answer all my questions:-)

and again i ll give away a free magazine..or two..or three..depending on how many i ll have...all you have to do to win is to coment right here...and tell me in a few words how you imagine life as a harem girl....or a harem boy...dont be shy..:-)

i ll run this little contest until next friday..so you have quite some time to put your name into my fedora

what a day...

wow..that was a long day..i went to the netherlands to buy a frame...it rained all day long and later when i was back home and worked on "the book" i opened the curtains in the living room so could see all the gray sky above the cathedrale and the rain pouring down ..the wet streets underneath my windows...the people running along with their umbrellas....later when the rain got harder the streets where empty ..leaves blown wet and heavy through the streets...and i felt abit gray and heavy too..sleepy...in a drowning kind of way...so..also the story i wrote today was kinda dark and ..well..of cours ei cnat tell you what it is all about..just ..its a vampire story...and thats the soundtrack for my writing today which i listened to all day long...

you have no idea how much i love apocalyptica..and also gavin..so..that song of course was just perfect to put me in the mood for that story...i just searched my way through its storyline...oh you willlove it..i m sure...:-)

and after the whole day in such dark places in felt like doing something bright and nice..sometimes i do weird things..for example...ah its so hard to tell this because it might sound so silly to you...well..i walk through the city..and throw pennie son teh streets..i hold them for a while..and wish that they bring luck to the person who finds and picks the penny up..i know it sounds silly! but..so i make lucky-pennies sometimes....the whole week was so gray and wet and everyone is complaining they do feel alone and unloved and ..winterdepression..you know? smart people call it season depending unwell feeling..can actually be cured easily with a visit to the tanning salon...its light what you guys need...anyway..it was far too wet for licky pennies today..so i thought i make one of these thingies..and hang it up in the library on the messageboard...just look at it..its too hard to explain it in english..but when i came by later on..three where already missing...:-) which is a good sign i guess...it reads: i love you..never forget that someone loves you...it might sound silly..but..i guess it can give some lonely soul a bit of solace on a rainy gray day...

there is a stranger in my house...

i write and publish stories and books since i was about 9..well..i published my first story in a kids magazine when i was about ten but i startet writing very early..back then there wasnt any savety..no one was afraid that something would happen to kids whos names and adresses where exposed and so it was a totally normal thing that my story " fernella the unpleaseant unicorn " was printed in a certain childrens magazine with my name and my adress under it..i, of course, was ver yproud of that story (which was really really bad..i mean..its about a unicorn with bad mood ..what can one expect from such a storyline?) and i was so delighted with it that i carried the magazine with me everywhere i mean..everywhere..to school, to the playground (well tahts a lie because i never went to a playground until i was about 16..so..but i prefer the imagination that i would have took it there as well), into the museum..i even ate and slept with it..i was lirary married to that magazine....until the day the pink-blue-orange letter with star-stickers arrived ( no joke, i still have it) from a reader of that magazine..her name is..uhm..doesent matter...sher wrote to me that my story was total crap and boring an dthat there are not such things as unpleasant unicorns and she knows everything bette rthen me becaus eshe was already a year older...of course i was crushed on the floor..under my magazine...but i learned that not everybody likes what i do..and so it kept on going..when you put yourself outhere you become a public person..you get judged and you get cricics too...you get also mail...i get tons of emails every month...nice emails from people who like me to know that the ylove my work..that it changed their thinking or even their (sex)lives like that couple who tried for years to have female ejaculation but failed until they tried it the way i discribed it in my sex-education-essay about gushing...i also get a lot mean mail..mostly anonymous...people who think i should burn in hell for the dirty dirty stuff i write...i cna deal with that..its differnet...they judge me but dont know me...i couldnt care less...

but yesterday..i came home from an apointment with a fellow writer who i met a while ago...arround half past midnight...an di wanted to check my blog befor ei go to bed..and there was this anonymous coment...the coment was about me and one of my regular visitors/comenteers/friends here...it was a bit strangly and i didnt really understood what the person wanted to tell me but it had something..i dunno..there were all kinds of warnings in it..which had a rather threatening effect on me...and it was so out here in my blog home...and it felt totally differnet from all the emails i get from readers..because this blog is..me...this blog is like an extension to my house...its like a room...like..hall..first door:kitchen..next door: bathroom..next door: bedroom: next door:BLOG....you know what i mean? i know here are many lurkers who never write (and i dont have a problem with that) but i feel safe?save? here...all people who come here..jo, ms moon, janine, craig, donna, petit fleur, may, and many many many other people feel like friends to me...talking here feels like we are in a safe/save place where we can interact...comming home to this coment felt like coming home an dfinding that someone was in my house while i was away...nothing is stolen or broken..but clearly someone ate from my plate..slept in my bed...left his/hers handprint on my door....its like in that movie with calls coming in: loook after the children..looook afte rthe children..then you call the police an dthe officer says:oh..mister santiago!! the call came from your own house!!!

that might sounds a bit exagerated but it feels like this somehow..like a drop of blood on my sheets (hm okay..well i only have black and dark pruple bed sheets so i might wouldnt notice such a drop)...or a lipstick mark along my martini glass...

it just dont feels comfortable..and thats why i reaped it here what i said in ym coments: dear anonymus..this is not the place for cryptic coments...i cnat ask you what you menat to say and that feels really uncool..so please..write me an email...tell me what you think...i didnt deleted your coment becaus ei dont care or anything but becaus ethis coment was about rathe rprivate things..i dont wnat it to sit here like a big ugly toad and everyone sees and thinks about it...so..i m sure you have my email ..feel free to drop me a line whenever you feel like...

and for you my lovely visitors-friends-readers-comenteers..tell me ...how do you feel about strangers in your house....

yay for charlotte stein

so we all know charlotte stein ...what? what do you mean by you dont know charlotte stein aka the mighty viper? go and read a book and dont come back before you finished it and..wait..no no..dont go..stay right here because charlottes new book "control" is out today and even though i havent read it yet i cant wait to get my fingers on it because last year or was it this year?? ah i dont know when it was that i read her first book "things that make me give in" but it doesent matter because i read it 2 or 3 times and i clearly remember what a good and hot and sultry read that book was...short stories which combine all the good stuff which..ahem*..lets say all the good stuf okay? anyway..today comes out her new book which is her first novel length book ever and i m sure its all full of awesome written dirty perfect smut...that and ..hairy men i guess...how i know that without reading it? well...i read charlottes mancandy mondays on a regular and those mondays are always very hairy..anyway..if you need a naughty christmas present for your better half..or want ahot read for yourself you better go and get a copy of control because i m sure that book will be sold out pretty soon...here for you to enjoy a little snipped i sneaked from amazon:
When Madison Morris decides to hire an assistant to help run her naughty bookshop, she gets a lot more than she bargained for. Aggressive Andy doesn't quite make the grade, but continues to push her buttons in other areas, while uptight and utterly repressed Gabriel can't quite take Madison's training techniques. One makes her grasp control, while the other makes her lose it. But the lines are blurring and she's no longer sure who's leading and who's following. In the midst of kinky threesomes and power plays, can Madison work out what she really wants?
oh..and rumors are that charlotte runs a hot little contest on her blog so..see you there...

and we have another winner...

actually it was my cousin who was meant to pic the second winner from my hat...but as it happened it was more like she was already asleep when it was time to do so..so it was jo who stepped in for her and picked a winner who will recive another hot and sexy issue of po-magazine...and the winner is...do you know it..can you guess it..the winner picked my luck-fairy-assistant jo is:MWA!

mwa..you get that copy of po-magazine...i think you have my email addy ..so..provide me with your snail mail addy and i ll send this hot magazine out to you:-)

for those of you who didnt won..you know i wish i had neough magazines to give one to each of you..but i dont..:-/ BUT..since i decided i will do that now with every issue of po which contains an article by me there will be more free smut:-) actually that will be already next week when the new issue comes out...

round round baby round round...

so...the second round is running for my free give away contest for the recent issue of po-magazin....yesterdays winner was justine elyot so..who is next? i dont know yet since i ll take names in ym hat until midnight tonight...by then i ll have my two cousins over for spanish chicken, salad and cocktails and we will all be drunk and it will be my cousin nina who will blindly pic the next winners name from my fedora...

so far are following name sin my head..er*..hat..in ym head fo course too
Jo
Mwa
MS MOON
Craig Sorenson
May
Petit Fleur
Janine Ashbless

i hope i missed no one ...if i missed you just scream or email me or send me smoke signs or a post pigeon..whatever..just make me notice that i have missed your name:-)

po-magazine is a awsome adult magazine full of juicy bits and pics about erotic subjects...the right mix of articles, sex education, hot stories and sexy pictures...one copy is still left..a verxy adventerous copy becaus ethis one has been sent to our beloved kristina lloyd not only once but twice and came back!! both times..since kristina has another copy by now this one is back in the ring and cant await to get send out to its new owner...

and the winner is....

so,..i took all the names in my (not) imaginary fedora and looked at my fav picture of alicia keys while picking one name without looking and the winner is ...Justine Elyot ...congrats justine..please send me your snail mail addy to desantiago at gmx dot de..so i can send you the magazine...
so that was this...BUT...since i had another! copy of po-magazine in my mail today (yes kristina..number two came back..again!) there will be another winner by tomorrow...so if you comentet already chances are that you win this copy by tomorrow..and if you didnt coment yet you can hurry up and do it now...

if you hop over to the fabolous Kristina Lloyd you can finde out a little bit more about the magazine and the interview i did with her which is includet in this issue...i had a whole lot of fun talking to kristina and asking her all kind of erotic-related things and she really was brave and didnt hesitade from answering me everything...thank you for that kristina:-)

since so many of you comentet for the magazine i m totally tricked into the idea of giving away a free copy of every po magazine i m in from now on..tell me..is that a good idea? are you up for free smut?

so back tomorrow with the next winner

..are you..too school for cool?

i know i know..some people say that i m cool and funny...sometimes magazines write flattering things about me ..really flattering things:-) but truth is..when i was a kid...i was far from beeing flattered by anyone...nobody liked me..i was short, thin as a stick, introverted and i was painfully shy and actually AFRAID of other kids...that kept on going until i was like 13 or 14..until then i barely had contact to any other people my age because i really was afraid of them...i would do anything to avoid contact..run away, hide..stay inside..when i had to walk down the street and pass by someone my age..or god forbid..a group of 2-3 ...i would sweat, my heartbeat would explode and i would almost die...nobody really liked me because i was all nerdy and ..differnet..i liked other things then they liked..i read books all the time...i hated soccer...sports in general..everything that involved getting out of my clothes because i also was totally ashamed of my body....other kids tortured me..because i was ugly faced...i was simply wrong..a insult to the society of the cool kids...of course i wasnt...i was wonderful, smart, i was a beautiful creature..but they didnt know that..and i didnt know it either back then...so it doesent seem strange to anyone that i have a big soft spot for the outsiders and underdogs..i always have more love for the unloved one sthen for the popular ones...i rather buy a drink for the girl with the thick glasses then for a cheerleader...no..really....and i m not alone with that idea..someone else who sees it taht way is the wonderful pink aka alecia moore..i mean damn ..i LOVE pink...i totally would love to get drunk with her and build a pepsi/mentos bomb or anything similar silly...and not only that pink looks like a dude..a dude with lipstick that is...but she also seem to be bale to drink like an irish farmer..and makes might fine musik...especially her new song "raise your glass" which si all about the outhsiders, the underdogs and the so not popular ones..please follow me to:
RAISE YOUR GLASS and let me know what you think.... oh the video starts after a 15 second add for some garbage.:-(

oh..and i have a spare copy..i mean..is that the right word...anyway..i have a copy of the recent issue of p.o.-magazine left..inthere my article about female submission and my interview with the awesome kristina lloyd..so if you would like to have that copy ( even if you dont read german that magazine is full of pics to look at..naughty pics that is) then put your name in my hat by comenting and letting me know how you are wrong in all the right ways..

another late eye candy monday

yeah yeah..i know i m late ..againnnn....but had to work through a few things ..ha dto finish my last pieces before its only the book.."the book"..aka THE BOOK...today was day one and that was all nice..i cleaned the table from all other work...i set up nice tea...a glas of martini...my thinking ball ( a weir dthingie i squish and squeeze when i have to have abreak and think about ne wturns and changes in the plot) ..some dark chocolate as well..the papers with my notes and the photocopies of the researches id did so far..i have the plost for 4 almost 5 stories already...the weather is unexpected mild these days ..i knoiw i know its global warminga nd the small roses which bloom outside are the pretty messangers of the coming apocalypse but still..i try to see the warm weather as good signs..:-)

so..here my contribution to the eyecandy monday...this time its not a picture..no..its a video...a little movie almost...i know this video for a long time and i love the song...and i totally love these two dancers..artists..who go b ythe name of scotty nguyen & tray shibata and who created the choreography and the setting all by themself and created a intimate and seductive atmosphere...so..there goes my baby..enjoy

have you seen lina tonight?

the wonderful may asked me how it is to write a book..if a part of me stays always inside the book..inside the world i m creating for my books plot / storyline..and the answer is yes..yes ...after i gave up hiding from writing its like steping through a door and be somewhere else...no matter what i do now its there..no matter if i do the wash..or go shopping...meet up for drinks ...this wolrd is always ther ein my mind...their voices in the back of my head..especially the voice of my muse number one..she whispers the book title or the titles of the stories in my ear like a mantra...she tells me about all the things she did while she was away...she tells me what she has done..what she has seen...so when i m conecte dto a book its like sleepwalking inside my head..and it even pours into my real life..i do the things that my charakters do..i cook the food they would eat...i watch movies and art they would like to see..i watch at pictures of the cities they are from...i trace my fingers over things they wanna own..flirt with people they would flirt with..wear things they would wear...go to the places they would go to...doe sthat sound insane? maybe..but..a lot writers are insane in a certain way...an di always keep my eyes open to see my muse....i wonder is she in the bathroom or is she smoking a cigarette outside?...i wanan buy a drink for her and wonder if she wants a piece of lime...

late night eyecandy.....

ha..i m late again..like always...but this time i have a
good excuse..well..as good as every other excuse for beeing late i guess...
i ve been busy all day with getting over my book fear...or better say...pre-book-fear..that the kind of fear you feel before you..well I..start to write a book..the idea of beeing unable to write it or to finish it or the fear of having a writers bloc right in that time...well..that tortured me a bit during the last two months because there is a book i have to..i almost said finished!! which would be totally good..if there is something to finish..its actually that i have to write it and get it in until december..hhahahahah....december!!! but somehow it just happened today that i got over it and suddently i think about the stories..i think about plots...old characters and new ones as well...i found a beautiful totle for the book and also started to write the first story in my head...

the whole book will be...erotica of course...but with a dark twist...like small written film noirs and dedicted to a rather female then male audience/readership...you know..that kind of stories with a lot of passion...but also an air of danger arround it...it bit exotic as well...it will be great...my muse kissed me tonight and i hear my favorites charakter coming back...she ll be arround..in my mind..she leave lipstick marks on cup...shoes on the floor...she plays her songs inside me so i can meet here again somewhere in the dark...

so...and since noir and vintage go along so well i ll give you a vintage eye candy again...its so simple yet so pretty..i just love it...its both seductive but also..innocent in a way..or is it just me who sees that?

Purple is the color of compassion today...

Christina Aguilera - Beautiful (Official Music Video). Watch more top selected videos about: Christina Aguilera

for this post i pick up a subject that has been in the media a lot lately...teenager suicides...gay teenager that is in this case...i guess its hard to be a gay teenager..i guess its hard to be a teenager anyway...its such a sensitive and vulnerable time...and getting bullied by your fellow students dosent make it easier...


now after several teenagers killed themselfes because they were bullied for their sexuality there is a lot going on...for a much better written explanation pleaso go and visit the all time amazing janine ashbless at : http://janineashbless.blogspot.com

they do say it gets better...and the truth is..no matter what it is that you carry arround..if its your own sexuality like in this case...if it is fear, low selfesteem, eating disorders, drugs or any other things that make you feel like you cant go on...it all gets better...you just really have to sit through it..which of course is hard..but possible...sit trough it..grow stronger...dont let them bring you down today..because it will be better ..maybe not tomorrow..but soon


here are some helpfull links for gay or lesbian teenager in the states:
http://www.homelessyouthservices.org/sylviasplace.html
http://www.hmi.org/Page.aspx?pid=214

women are pigs

did you ever asked yourself how it feels like for a boy???? its hard..i swear it really is...all the women who just use you..the girls with their one track mind...those female players for whom you are just a nice piece of meat...

hahhaa...what a perfect world that would be...from the equal rights point of view...:-)

this video really made my day..which is awsome since a video send by jo made my night..two outstanding ( i try to avoid the word awsome since yesterday..as well as stop writing awesome) within not even 24 hours...i hadnt have that in agessss...

... a life behind vails.... latenight eyecandy...

again i hope its not too late for some monday eye candy...today i have chosen a pic of kate blanchet dressed up as a sexslave/odaliske ..since i m working on an essay about harems in which i also review a book about a modern harem..seen through the eyes of a rock n roll scheherazade i thought that picture of kate in her silky harems pants and all the jewellery is just perfect...especially because its done by one of my all time fav. photoartists annie leibovitz...so..are you with me? did you every wanted to live a dream in a harem...a adventure in onethousandandone night?...did u ever spend a night in the desert and heard the sand swim like a million small butterflywings ?....i once was discribed as a male scheherazade by a former lover i had...why? no..i dont bellydance..:-) but i like to tell stories...i tell stories for a living while scherazade told them to stay alive..and maybe i do that too...about adventures...faraway places...exiting events...interesting people...so if you let me one day we will sit somewhere...drink some wine..look into the fire..and i will tell you a story too...

meat...

meat is making me sad lately..i lived mainly vegetarian for the last few month..because i thought a lot about how bad meat and milk is actually for the human body...i dont wanna go into a rant about this subject now...i lived for a few years as a veggy when i was a teenager..but that had other reasons..so this time i wanted to stop because i think meat and milk might be bad for me..i m not a huge meateater anyway...mainly i eat chicken and fish...i try to avoid red meat and dont eat pork at all...but..and there is a HUGE BUT....the fact that i stopped again to eat meat has made me sad when i started to think about the fact that there are so many dishes and recipes i will never cook again..dont get me wrong..i dont think that i will miss eating but cooking them..recipes i learned to cook from my aunt , my grandmother and other people..people who are dead now but who are with me when i cook these things...avoiding meat also has an influence on my social/family life since there a certain celebrations each year held at my home..where i cook traditional dishes...which i do since years...and my family expects me to cook them..of course i could cook them but not eat them..but that would destroy the moment with my family too...so..what am i going to do?...its not easy..especially not with thanksgiving coming soon...where everyone expects me to cook a huge turkey filled with apricots and minced meat and sage....

dont have a pic of my turkey but pics of a rabbit/rabbit legs i recently cooked for a dinnerparty...i dont have a pic of the end result but i made a sauce with cream, wine and ajvar...which was really really good...

eyecandy tuesday....

i m late for monday but who dont likes it hot on tuesday as well...?
i surely do...and the other day (the actual monday) i went with minisantiago1 to the siebengebirge ...a mountain area about two hours away from where i live...we went up on the mountaintop (of a mountain called dragonrock) by a kind of train...and down by feet to visit the dragon castle and to stop in several small tavernas along the way to eat flammkuchen and drink federweißer (a special wine you get only in this time of the year)..and went we strolled further down in the direction of the town i spottet some kind of old uhm "automat" along the way..working like a mini-cinema(which promosed me to have a glimpse at "paris-the paradise of beautiful women)...you put a coin in and looked through two holes just to see enlighted pictures of parisian women..the whole thing was very vintage and so i didnt fear any hard work or money loose just to take picture through those two tiny holes to present you my dear readers some parisian vintage eyecandy...

meow*

sooo---to update you on whats going on..my laptop is causing me problems and sinc ethen blogge rhates me and dont lets me coment..i wonder if there is a relation between those two things..

aside that i mainly well and busy..thats why i come in only shortly today(actually i wante dto make a thank you post but that has to wait till..uhmm..a few more days..dont hate me) and instead of this i join the eyecandy monday for the first time and make your eyes happy with a bbw (which is porn for big beautiful woman) because you know me..i like curves...not exclusively but especially ..so viva la big girl:-)

its that time of the year again...

so..usually i dont do this...i really dont...i never do..speak about my birthday or announce it..that is...and i wanted to do it this way again this year..but someone* told me how awful people are who hide their b-days or keep them undercover...i dont have a problem with getting older..i see it pretty much as what it is..a natural process....but having my b-day doesent mean much to me..that might have reasons back in ym childhood but in generell its just not an important day...since midnight my phone delievers sms from family and friends who want to be the first to say happy b day danielle...and i love texts and stuff..but...i dont feel birthdayish..i never do..i m never exited or anything about this day...maybe i dont have the b-day-gen....

but still...even though i had other plans i ll have some friends over at my place tomorrow...i ll have fun and a good time..maybe i ll even call it a b-day celebration...but there will be no snoby fancy schmancy dinner ..there will be pizza and beer..yes..me! pizza and beer because i dont feel like standing in the kitchen and prepare a 3 or 4 course meal like i usually do for dinnerparties... i just wanna have a good time and talk a bit...have some drinks...my actual plan was to spend the night on my own at my fav sushi place and eat as much california rolls as i could...but hey..there will be more b-days to do that:-)


now that its time to go back to bed...i might be a bit exited ...not that i would admit that..but maybe i really am..not particulary about my b-day...but about that new decade which is to come...about new people i ll meet..about new places i ll see...about things i ll leave behind me...and about the good things which are in front of me waiting to be discovered...there are a few blogland people too who i so would like to have at my house tomorrow...for drinks..for food and all night long talking...for sure...i ll think of you:-)

ha..i m loading a pic of a b-day cake up to illustrate this post...which reminds me of my cousin ninas b-day a few years ago..back when i wasnt able yet to bake..i always was good at cooking but never was a baker..i am still not a good one...my cousin dirk is the bakery magican...and so back then i made a huge onion pizza for my cousin nians b-day as a replacement for a cake..with her name on it...written with huge pieces of ham and bacon..:-)i wish i still had a picture of that:-)

* that ass-kicking someone , of course, is our beloved jo..:-)

he´s alive! he´s alive!

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sign your name across my heart / the word made flesh

so..i think i allready wrote about this one before but i have to do it again.."this one" in this case is a book ..a book about literary tattoos...and i m very honored that there is a photo of one of my tattoos included in it as well as a mini piece of me written about the meaning behind my tattoo ...

but lets see what the publishers eva and justin say about this pretty baby:

The Word Made Flesh: Literary Tattoos from Bookworms Worldwide is a guide to the emerging subculture of literary tattoos—a collection of 100 full-color photographs of human epidermis indelibly adorned with illustrations and quotations from Pynchon to Dickinson to Shakespeare to Plath. Beloved lines of verse, literary portraits, and illustrations—and statements from the bearers on their tattoos’ history and the personal significance of the chosen literary work—The Word Made Flesh is part photo collection, part literary anthology written on skin.

In its pages you’ll find favorite lines from novels, illustrations, portraits, and passages of verse; you’ll also find all kinds of testimony about the inspirations behind the tattoos: favorite books of childhood; commemorations of triumphant (or tragic) moments in lives; affirmations of friendship; drunken whims that might have (but didn’t!) become cause for regret; a phrase or an image that just seemed too cool not to keep close forever.
so..why i write about it again has several reasons..first that i m so happy happy happy that i m included in this wonderful project..second that it will come out soon and third..i got the cover !!! isnt it pretty? i totally love it:-)

i mean..i really cant stop looking at it and can not wait to get the book in my fingers..:-)

hello from the word mine...

i know i ve been a bad blogger..again..sigh*

but i m so deep under a duvet of work..its insane..in an hour mini2 arrives...and on sunday leave to spend some time on a ..well..raft...yes u heard right and i ms till not done with my work..:-( there is so much i want to write about....so much things on my mind...aside all the work that isnt very usefull...especially a special person i miss a lot...thats why a song for you...which fits our situation so well...and which i love so much...


i so wish you could hang with me...as the friends we decided to be ...and to give us the friendship..the support we need...doesent taht song fit so well on us?

Will you tell me once again
how we're gonna be just friends
If you're for real and not pretend
then I guess you can hang with me

When my patience's wearing thin
When I'm ready to give in
Will you pick me up again?
Then I guess you can hang with me

And if you do me right
I'm gonna do right by you
And if you keep it tight
I'm gonna confide in you
I know what's on your mind
there will be time for that too
if you hang with me
hang with me

Just don't fall
recklessly, headlessly in love with me
Cause its gonna be
All heartbreak
blissfully painful and insanity
if we agree

Oh you can hang with me

When you see me drift astray
outta touch and outta place
will you tell me to my face?
then I guess you can hang with me

And if you do me right
I'm gonna do right by you
And if you keep it tight
I'm gonna confide in you
I know what's on your mind
there will be time for that too
if you hang with me
hang with me

Just don't fall
recklessly, headlessly in love with me
Cause its gonna be
All heartbreak
blissfully painful and insanity
if we agree you can hang with me

Just don't fall
recklessly, headlessly in love with me
Cause its gonna be
All heartbreak
blissfully painful and insanity
if we agree

Oh you can hang with me
Hang with me


so my lovely ones...you will not hear much from me during the next weeks because i m away with minis...first the raft..then the beach..then paris..but inbetween i ll come home now and then for a day or two to feed you pictures and words and love from my hands...i m a bit snetimental today..maybe its just the whole work,...and the fact that mini2 comes home today who i havent seen in such a long time..and to know that i have theminis now for a few weeks again together..tht i ll read good night stories to them..that we will cook together...have a great time...go swimming..go to paris...lay on the beach too...that i ll look for them when they sleep...that i ll hav ethem close to my heart again...its a bit..you know...i m just a old sentimental person...and the knowledge of the change...the evolution in me...the travel..the search...if this life is a highway..then my soul is just a car..so maybe i ll just keep on driving...or rather walking like the divine may moon told us to..to walk for our life to become sane, and whole again..to heal and be happy..i think of you all....

just a quick hello...

hey y´all (as ms moon says:-)..how are you doing? i m all under the pile of my work again..its like running in a hamster wheel..dunno if that makes sens eto you but thats how it feels like somehow:-)
i m busy finishing two stories...another article and also prepare the questions for two interviews which i ll do pretty soon...each one with a special person/lady and i m sure u´d be exited to read them....so..i keep the good stuff rolling in:-)

asid ethat i enjoy the sun on my balkony...i really do..i love the heat...just suffer under the persons* arround me who suffer under the heat and dont stop to tell me they do...i mean..whats wrong with you guys??? in winter you hate the cold..and want sun..in summer you hate the ehat and want it cool?????

i m also writing on a critical post for this blog..involviong a crytical view on certain society related things...i hope to finish it today..its not very long..its just the problem that i dont have enough time...damn...anyway...u ll hear me later...:-)

* you should go and ask ms moon how it is to liove somehwere where its really hot AND humid...not just the bit warmth we have here in germany

let´s do it like whores...

cooking like whores..that is! pasta to be exact...

and where do the whores cook the best pasta? yes..italy of course..where else? first i wanted to write a little erotic intro about a prostitute in sicily..about the narrow and pictureske street she lives in..the bordello with its old and crooked stairways...the room with the narrow bed and the small window which leads out the backyard..red flowers on her window bench and a thin dog who lives in a shet behind the house...

BUT..i dont have time for that intro today so i just go straight to one of my fav pasta dishes pasta alla puttaneska...my grandma teached me how to cook this..she went with her sisters to italy each summer when they where still young girls..back then when it was very chic to go to italy for summer..to rome, capri and the costiera amalfitana....since my grandma and her sisters where total ladies they were shocked when the yfound out the meaning of " alla puttanesca" but still they were already under the spell of this spicey and simple dish..and so they would sit in the restaurants and just write it down intead of saying it..not looking at the waiter..blushing and bursting into laughter as soon as the waiter would leave their table...

if you ask one how this dish got its name u will get many answers...some will tell you its because the italian whores invented it because its quickly done so they were able to cook it between two clients....others will tell you its because the prostitutes werent allowed to go shopping before night and when all " good women" already had been shopping their groceries...so they ha dto buy what was left..but thats not true...to go back to the real deal about the pasta alla puttanesca we have to go back in time to sicily..actually its a typical dish of the so called cucina povera..the "poor kitchen or kitchen of the poor?"...back then..in 1950 the bordellos and whorehouses used to be property of the state/country...they were called " case chiuse" which means "locked/closed house" because the doors had to be closed all the time to prevent the neighbours from beeing hurt or terrified by the sinfull life of the whores..the normal italian housewife goes to teh market everyday to buy all the things she needs to feed her bambinies fresh and nice..but the "state employes" couldnt do that..their time was so limited that they were allowed only once a week to leave the house and go shopping..so they had to be inventive and see what to cook with goods and foods which lost longer..and so this dish was created based on things which are in stock in every italian kitchen...

so..lets check our ability to behave like a whore..in the kitchen!!

we need:

pasta..usually they use spagetthie for this but i prefer i penne rigatte for this sinc ethe sauce gets attached better to them
then you need capers..a jar full ..the salty ones..not the thingies in vinegar..those have actually nothing to do with the real stuff
2 red onions, chopped
anchovis as much as you like
cherrytomatos
oregano, dried or fresh
olives as much as you want
sugar, a tea spoonfull
oliveoil
2 garlic cloves sliced into small..slices!
a red chilli pepper , two if you like it like i do

now you heat up the oil in a non-sticking pan..dont make it too hot..i know this dish known for beeing done quick..but i cook it like a sugo and let it cook very slow..
chopp the onions, garlic and the chilli and put them into the warm oil..heat up a bit..
boil for about 6 minutes until the onions get that glassy consistens..now add the chopped anchovis..stirr it all with a wooden cook spoon...
now cut the toamtos in halfs and add them into the pan..then follow oregano, olives and capers...stirr it well...

boil meanwhile the pasta in hot saltwater

add some more salt and black pepper into the pan..

thats all u usually do for this..but since i alwas like to add my own twist i add some redwine vinegar and sugar into the pan..cook some more...make it cook low until the sugo starts to be a bit thicker and get a creamy and soft constitens...

now put the pasta into a bowl..but the sauce all over it..stirr it with two spoons and pour some parmigano over it..add some basil ...perfect...:-)

guten appetit!

pretty cover

i just got an copy of the cover of the next issue of p.o.-magazin which features my essay/ sex education piece about female ejaculation...it has the rather racy title "when women squirt" but its really educational about the history of female ejaculation, features also a bit about my own expiriences in that field ( on females not on me of course) and has also a very ..err*..interesting 5 steps test about how to finde out if you ejaculated or peed..dont laugh because thats most womens fear..to not ejaculate but to pee..and..honestly..the history of female ejaculation is full of weirdness and frustration..i dont wanna go into the details but..much frustration this subject contains for a lot women...so its still a while until the magazin hits the news agents and its german language anyway...but here is the cover
..oh and thanx to new conections in teh publishing world p.o.-magazine is now also available in switzerland and austria...happy news :-)

..I'm gonna soak up the sun .....

ah..sorry i didnt postet earlier again but i was away all day long to the beach in the netherlands...but before we go any further here is my fav song for the moment which i played on the 3 hour drive to the beach again and again

so..thats rox which totally reminds me of my golden teen-times when i was a huge fan auf lauryn hill and would play her album "the misseducation of lauryn hill" all the time..

anyway...good music...so i decided spontaneous to go with mini, my cousin dirk and also minis best schoolfriend r. to the beach on sunday...i love the little city were we go to often on the weekends in summer..its about three hours from here an you have to drive from the netherlands through belgium into the netherlands again...the beach is huge and never too crowded..even on hot days you never get that "bah..people like oil sardines-feeling"....
it was minis first time on the beach because before we only went there with mini2 and he had a blast especially because i allowed him to bring his friend along...he said he had been to the beach before (6 times) but i dont believe him after i saw his reactions on the water and the sand and the fact taht water was salty..so it seems they both had a first time and it was such a great day with playing, swimming and laying in the sun eating cool grapes, melons, rucculasandwhiches and reading (dead rain by i dont know who and dark enchantment, again, by our beloved janine ashbless) while kids were running in and out of the water , spreading water everywere, burrieng their toes in the sand and feeding the seabirds with grapes and bread crumbs...actually i wrote about that place before but can not find that post right now...

sunset at the beach
the old beachhotel which i love so much since years and years

i hadnt been to the oecean for a while and so i totally had forgotten how it feels like to float there...arms spread face upwards the sky in the salty water...my eyes closed and my skin warmed by the sun ...the world fades out..i m the only living person on this planet...my mind clears..opens up...my lips a bit numb by the waters saltyness...i mean..is there anything better to get reliefed from everyday stress? to let go...i never can bring myself to shower off the salt directly there on the beach..no..i just get back in my clothes and let it dry on me...i like the ride home..sun still burning from the sky, kids sleeping in the back...shery crow on the radio...that was a good day...
the way to the beach...
mini and his friend on the beach..

then we dropped r. his mommas house and had a little lunch which includes these huge meat tomatos? garden tomatos? which i lately harvest directly from teh garden and who have the size of baby heads (sorry jo) and who were in this case filled with mince, mozarella and herbs/spices..i mean..look at these beauties..believe me that was a good day with a good ending... so..that was me..i hope your sunday was similar good...