nar·ra·tive
n.
A narrated account; a story.
The art, technique, or process of narrating.
adj.
Consisting of or characterized by the telling of a story: narrative poetry.
Of or relating to narration: narrative skill.
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narra·tive·ly adv.
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The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Published by the Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

di·a·logue or di·a·log ( P ) Pronunciation Key (d-lôg, -lg)
n.
A conversation between two or more people.

Conversation between characters in a drama or narrative.
The lines or passages in a script that are intended to be spoken.
A literary work written in the form of a conversation: the dialogues of Plato.
Music. A composition or passage for two or more parts, suggestive of conversational interplay.
An exchange of ideas or opinions: achieving constructive dialogue with all political elements.

v. di·a·logued, or di·a·loged di·a·logu·ing, or di·a·log·ing di·a·logues or di·a·logs
v. tr.
To express as or in a dialogue.

v. intr.
To converse in a dialogue.
Usage Problem. To engage in an informal exchange of views.

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[Middle English dialog, from Old French dialogue, from Latin dialogus, from Greek dialogos, conversation, from dialegesthai, to discuss. See dialect.]
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dia·loguer n.
Usage Note: In recent years the verb sense of dialogue meaning “to engage in an informal exchange of views” has been revived, particularly with reference to communication between parties in institutional or political contexts. Although Shakespeare, Coleridge, and Carlyle used it, this usage today is widely regarded as jargon or bureaucratese. Ninety-eight percent of the Usage Panel rejects the sentence Critics have charged that the department was remiss in not trying to dialogue with representatives of the community before hiring the new officers.

Source: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

Click on the links to the right, right? for KCRW and give a listen to the band Kinky . . . good stuff.

"I said, 'Permite moi,' and lit her cigarette. Our acquaintance began in smoke, but it stirred up a great and permanent fire between us."
- The Colonel speaking about Mdme. Blavatsky. Who are they? two kooky cats, who rocked in thier own freaky deaky way.

Yesterday's Fortune Cookie: It's time to explore all those new interests.

Last night's dream: I dreamt of a big cathedral like building, and inside was a bit of crumbling stuff, not like stale crackers, but like crumbling edges of winding staircases. You could look out the windows of this place to see that you were many many stories above the street level in a big city. Funny how in dreams you realize your supsension of disbelief must be at play . . . the setting was impossible! And so were the characters: goth and semi-goth superheroes (of course they're in this gothic cathedral in a major metropolis), so imagine Batman meets David Bowie meets LOTR elves? I dunno . . . they were meeting there to help an injured heroe, and this injured heroe died. Meanwhile, the enemy was outside, trying to spy on what was going on inside, but becuase he's so big and bulky (sorta dragon like and awfully noisy, not making for a good spy), and gives off this evil presence sorta thing you just feel in your gut, he wasn't too effective as a spy. So I helped move the injured comrade to a corner where he could rest, and the beautiful heroinne appeared, said something poetically profound (as super folk will do) about injustice and justice being served, and then flew out the window, presumably to face the enemy or draw him away from this place, and the fallen comrade died. Nobody wept, but we were said, for he was a good hero as heroes go. and then the Batman meets David Bowie meets LOTR elves guys said some stuff about about injustice and justice being served, a plan and then my thoughts, which were kind alame, like, I dunno, i'm wondering where I'm parked and where my kkeys are, cuz they're not in my pocket . . . and shrugged. See i didn't have any superpowers or any idea how to fight the fight. And I awoke.

So here's what the online dream folks say this all means: POWER
If there was a feeling of an outside influence during your dream, take it as a warning of a plot against you. Pay attention and you can figure out who's behind it.

CATHEDRAL
To dream of religion is a prophecy that you will soon feel contentment and achieve inner peace. Being aware of God or Jesus are particularly good omens. You will triumph over adversity. If you speak to or pray with them, true joy will be yours. Dreaming of the Virgin Mary is often a warning of betrayed confidences. Seeing a chapel is considered an omen of good fortune. Dreaming of an angel means you will be happy in love, filled with peace and a sense of well being. But bear in mind that the actions and setting of religious dreams have a great bearing on their meaning. (See also Church, Cathedral, Prayer, Clergy, Rabbi.)

DEATH
This is usually a good omen. Dreaming of your own death indicates the end of financial worries or illness. If you spoke with someone who is dead, you will soon receive some good news. Often, dreaming of death is a prediction of a birth. And if you dream of the death of a friend who is far away, there will be a wedding.

I dunno I guess if you look at yesterdays stuff, maybe it makes sense?

Congratulations to Allison Burke and Lucy Skye (Dave Burke's sister and brandy new niece) May God bless you both with peace and health !!! Click above and go check out some pictures!!!

It's cold outside, and hopefully warm inside, if only in your self. These are the days when sleep is a friend and a lover. We are drawn to sleep and are loathe to leave her.
She steals beside us in mid-afternoon and early evening, whispering close, "Remember when we first woke this morning?" And the satin sheet sheen is in her smile. She is fresh like a young woman's perfume. I was just with sleep if only in my thoughts, and I hope she will return when I smile in my bed tonight.

I hope you can share some warmth with someone tonight, warmth is good food when cold days like this come.

So thinking of sleep and the company we keep, I'd like to share a poetry or two: the first for those of you who are bored, sleepy or in some similar space as I, that space that winter days bring . . . the second for those who watch and listen close.

The Waking
Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

Theodore Roethke, from The Waking, 1953


Conversation
Louis MacNeice

Ordinary people are peculiar too:
Watch the vagrant in their eyes
Who sneaks away while they are talking to you
Into some black wood behind the skull,
Following un-, or other, realities,
Fishing for shadows in a pool.
But sometimes the vagrant comes the other way
Out of their eyes and into yours
Having mistaken you perhaps for yesterday
Or for tomorrow night, a wood in which
He may pick up among the pine-needles and burrs
The lost purse, the dropped stich.
Vagrancy however is forbidden; ordinary men
Soon come back to normal, look at you straight
In the eyes as if to say 'It will not happen again',
Put up a barrage of common sense to baulk
Intimacy but by mistake interpolate
Swear-words like roses in their talk.

In Roberts, M. (1965). (Ed.). The Faber Book of Modern Verse. London:Faber and Faber. (p. 250 - 251).

CLEVELAND : was fun. The Warehouse district is pretty cool, in fact I prefer it to the Flats. We went there (Flats) for dinner at the Rock Bottom. It's just a bit more relaxed, maybe a bit cleaner in the Warehouse Dist., though, it's sort of like South Side meets Shady Side, and then place it downtown. My buddy Steve turned 30, we hung out (his sisters and some of their friends) in a place called the Blind Pig, and then went to the Funky Buddha. There's some nice folks there in the land of Cleves. There was the celebrity look-alike thing working pretty hard: their friend Jeremiah looks like Chandler Bing (Matt Perry), Meredith who looks like Monica (Courtney Cox) but with chiseled cheekbones (and no their not dating so far as I can tell), and Ann, who is a lawyer ... and not Icelandic, is a no-kidding dead-ringer for Bjork. My only beef on the trip? O-DoT has planned some funky roadwaqys around Akron. You have to get off of Rt. 76 to stay on 76, and then it turns into 77? What drugs or chemicals or Raeilian cult practices were these people doing when they designed these roads? Anyways . . . it's good to get out of town, and also to give Dee's Cafe a little break.

The circuit of open mics continues, and is still lots of fun.