it's good to fork things up!
everything here is
beads of time, beads of tine passing through teeth
a configuration of time somewhere,
Welcome to the online
Institute of 4orkological Studies
forkergirl has fun with Mardi Gras beads of multiverse.
Welcome to her forked theory of everything
—limited edition COME ON IN
specializing in Limited Fork Theory
these sites are similar, related, tines of each other; not all information is shared
and information is configured differently —in both Limited Fork neighborhoods:
there's lots to fork around with!
got to love forkology! forkology rocks!
forked home of the institute of forkological studies
Hello to my Toledo Friends! Let us bifurcate together and dine on wonderful ideas; we will bifurcate above and below ground, rather like trees, anchored with roots that cling and spread in soil while our branches spread even between dimensions, temporarily connecting them -–I don’t think that any connection is or can be permanent; that is one reason that we must eat again and again (ideally stopping when we feel full, even though the feeling of fullness is temporary).
We will hunger again. Everyday. Probably several times a day.
Please think, if you don’t mind, for a moment of ceiba trees, or of any tree you have liked –-forgive me, please, for assuming that there is a tree you’ve liked. If you dislike trees, this may not be a post for you, but I leave here a small interest in trees, a small interest that may become something else.
Each tine of a limited fork also functions as a root and/or a branch and may curve, circle, disappear for a while, temporarily connecting things, possibly even snagging something tasty, something possibly nourishing, something that can be ingested –-maybe without harm(ing us), but what is ingested will change during this process, and we may change, so the temporary connections is also a means of exchange: we give something and we receive something; we may not realize immediately that we are different, but we are.
Thylias, age 10, 1964 on her bike, Cleveland, Ohio (at Cleveland, Ohio)
Scarf Thylias Moss (my favorite scarf) (at Ann Arbor, Michigan)
My cousin Lawrence, me (Thylias Brasier, in buckle tennis shoes because left-handed me had trouble with the right-handed lessons), my mother, Florida Missouri, in Wade Park (at Wade Park)
Thylias Moss circa 1990 –an old author photo (at Ann Arbor, Michigan)
Thylias right after my 11th birthday.. In my room, dolls on my bed, vanity was my birthday gift, 1965 (at Cleveland, Ohio)
Thylias in a garden in Totonto, Ontario circa 1991, in clothes I made #reddresscode (at Toronto, Ontario)
Baby Thylias 1955 about 1 year old (at Cleveland, Ohio)
Thylias in San Diego in dress I made circa 1991 (at San Diego, California)
My father’s baby brother Homer Edgar, called what sounded like “Homekker” died at 16 of a football injury… I never knew him… (at Cowan, Tennessee)
Winter tree forks. Thylias’s winter tree with forks and sub forks of forking branches exposed (at Ypsilanti Township, Michigan)