one day we fall fall down forever

i know, ive quoted that before. it's just such a great line. (patti griffith, you know)

well its january again somehow, almost not, so figured i better get something said about january while i still could and it being officially january. i notice this year i know a slew of people with january/february birthdays-- that means a lot of aquarians. i can tell you, ive never had a slew of aquarian friends before, just the few handful of the most important folks in my life. if you dont know about aquarians, go figure it out, you should, along with the rest of that wheel. but aquarians are a special breed and thats just that. january? dunno, its the new year, its generally cold no matter where you are, its a beginning time, or anyway winter. i suppose its groovy.

what do i recall about january: it always precedes or follows a more significant time, like the holiday, or juliet's birthday, or just getting back from bodensee and starting classes again. i remember a new year's eve (technically, we're talking december, tho, right?) outside lake constance in the mountains sitting in a pool of hot springs watching the full moon rise and the steam with it. see what i mean? january is parenthetical, always just before or after something significant.

anywho, the record is coming along, artwork y'know, and making of copies. warner brothers said i had to do it all myself ;) blah blah blah, i dont know, who wants to hear about that? the minutia of what it takes to see something through from inception to you have it in your freakin hand? i mean, besides me? its pretty remarkable stuff actually, the storyline that happens in getting there. that shit would make some rock hard movies, lemme tell ya. course, that takes doing too. but the thing is, - nevermind.

let's see, what flowers in january? hellebores, one of my absolute favorites. some winter cherries and honeysuckle (oddly), but also depending on the zone you live in, paeonies, jasmine, quince, roses, camellias, etc. i have visited some of the most outrageously beautiful gardens, sissinghurst, the david austin nursuries up in northern england, a private botanical garden in portland oregon that had maybe the best beds and paths of any ive ever seen. not that you asked.

eventually, it all gets done. one day we all fall down forever. see?