Sunday, May 31, 2009
Midday on the 18
The bus is smaller and seems to have lost many of its spiritual qualities. However there is still an abundance of human life found in the eyes of elderly men and fashionable young girls trying hard to cover their long legs from prying eyes, with mini skirts. A middle aged woman of Pacific Island decent exits the bus. Her dress flowing with twenty shades of blue, much like the ocean that surrounds her homeland. If i cant see the waves crashing through the breakers at least shes there for me.
Sunday Morning on the 7
While many people commemorate the sabbath by attending Church i ride the 7. The lack of seating options make it clear im not the only one. They come from all walks of life to meet and say their silent pagan prayers. Many hide behind headphones and fictious novels in a vain attempt to block out the veiled humanity. They cannot hide forever.
A man boards the front with all of his belongings tied to his back, a philosophy i once subscribed to but found too daunting a task to be sustainable. From the weathered look on his face its apparent he would agree. He takes a seat in the center of the articulated bus where there is ample space to spread out his life. He pulls a tall can from one of his sachels and much to my surprise it is some kind of tea and not a mind numbing fortified beveridge. A little boy has escaped his mothers eye and stands before the vagabond as if he were watching the shock and awe over baghdad. His mother was preoccupied by a novel whose cover portrayed a half naked man standing on a rock surrounded by crashing waves holding a lust ridden woman in his arms. When she notices his absence panic sets in. She spots the boy and rushes to scoop him up. The dilapidated man cracks a small smile and waves to the boy who bursts into laughter. After everyone settles back in the man pulls a book from the largest of his bags and begins to read. A few people come and go before i realize from the cover picture he may be reading the same story as the boys mother.
A man boards the front with all of his belongings tied to his back, a philosophy i once subscribed to but found too daunting a task to be sustainable. From the weathered look on his face its apparent he would agree. He takes a seat in the center of the articulated bus where there is ample space to spread out his life. He pulls a tall can from one of his sachels and much to my surprise it is some kind of tea and not a mind numbing fortified beveridge. A little boy has escaped his mothers eye and stands before the vagabond as if he were watching the shock and awe over baghdad. His mother was preoccupied by a novel whose cover portrayed a half naked man standing on a rock surrounded by crashing waves holding a lust ridden woman in his arms. When she notices his absence panic sets in. She spots the boy and rushes to scoop him up. The dilapidated man cracks a small smile and waves to the boy who bursts into laughter. After everyone settles back in the man pulls a book from the largest of his bags and begins to read. A few people come and go before i realize from the cover picture he may be reading the same story as the boys mother.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Taking the time to waste a sunny day
I'm at work and the sunny is bearing down all around the building. It's unbelievably slow and I'm slowly going insane. I've spent the morning internet shopping, but if I even as much as clicked on a link of something I might buy I'd get buyers remorse. So I quit looking. Now I'm bored out of my mind. The only thing that I have found helps is the Olivia Tremor Control.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
"Twitter slandering"
I just got tickets to see Handsome Furs a week from Friday at Neumos. Should be a good time. I'm anxious to get back out there and feel like a part of the scene again. That's just the beginning though. I also snapped up tickets to see Deerhunter at the Capitol Hill Block Party. I am going to be counting down the days...
I'd like to share some words of wisdom from P.:
dont support puppy mills
outing people on the online
facebook divorces'n shit
twitter slandering
The theoretical existence of naked singularities is important because their existence would mean that it would be possible to observe the collapse of an object to infinite density.
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat
if you do go on the price is right you should tell drew carry to perk up a bit, then thank him for soccer in seattle
He mentions another thing in the end there. I think that I'm going to go on the Price is Right with my dad. It would be AWESOME!!! Maybe I'll win a trip to Europe or a new car. Even if I don't I'm sure it will be fun, I just need to figure out what else we should do in So Cal...
I'm trying not to be disruptive at work. Its difficult since on of the people I'm talking to is making me laugh hysterically. I tried to suppress the outburst and the laughter came as tears...
Today is a blur kind of day...
I'd like to share some words of wisdom from P.:
dont support puppy mills
outing people on the online
facebook divorces'n shit
twitter slandering
The theoretical existence of naked singularities is important because their existence would mean that it would be possible to observe the collapse of an object to infinite density.
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat
if you do go on the price is right you should tell drew carry to perk up a bit, then thank him for soccer in seattle
He mentions another thing in the end there. I think that I'm going to go on the Price is Right with my dad. It would be AWESOME!!! Maybe I'll win a trip to Europe or a new car. Even if I don't I'm sure it will be fun, I just need to figure out what else we should do in So Cal...
I'm trying not to be disruptive at work. Its difficult since on of the people I'm talking to is making me laugh hysterically. I tried to suppress the outburst and the laughter came as tears...
Today is a blur kind of day...
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
More from the past
This is a piece that I wrote a while back. I'm not exactly sure when. It has to do with a death, one that was especially close to my family. I don't remember much from the time, I was only 8 or so. But the overall experience definitely left an impact on me.
I haven't been exactly sure what to do with this piece since I wrote it. It got lumped in with everything from "Elephant Skin" but I'm not sure that it really belongs in that collection. Especially since that project had a definite time frame and while it was written in that time frame the actual experience predates it by about ten years.
Either way it's about a cousin of mine, James, who died in a car crash. My family used to go to Portland a lot to spend time with my uncle and his family. Shortly before the accident I spent an entire day with James just dinking around Portland, oils changes, hair cuts, that kind of thing. I've always been glad I was able to have that experience. I also think that it made his death just that more impactful. I'd never known someone who died before.
With how often you read headlines like "Federal Way man charged in wife's strychnine death" or see a new death count coming in from wars overseas sometimes it's easy for me to discredit the pain associated with death. Lately when I start to think that death is just another everyday occurrence I often thing of James and how I felt at that time. It helps to put the value of life back into perspective for me.
For a long time I thought that this piece was unfinished because every time that I would read it it felt immature and confused. I finally decided that it was perfect just the way it is, because those two feelings are exactly how I would have to describe myself at the time. Anywho I'm just rambling now...
A Class; All your own
I was eight-year years old,
But I remember the day you died
Cold front of New Year
An angry mountain with no remorse
Her ice – black as night
Her ice – black as death
She took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone
Long drive to Portland
No words in a wasteland of nothing
They kept your casket closed
“Children shouldn’t see such things anyways”
Your covered face – revealing horrors
Your covered face – growing stronger
They took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone
I haven't been exactly sure what to do with this piece since I wrote it. It got lumped in with everything from "Elephant Skin" but I'm not sure that it really belongs in that collection. Especially since that project had a definite time frame and while it was written in that time frame the actual experience predates it by about ten years.
Either way it's about a cousin of mine, James, who died in a car crash. My family used to go to Portland a lot to spend time with my uncle and his family. Shortly before the accident I spent an entire day with James just dinking around Portland, oils changes, hair cuts, that kind of thing. I've always been glad I was able to have that experience. I also think that it made his death just that more impactful. I'd never known someone who died before.
With how often you read headlines like "Federal Way man charged in wife's strychnine death" or see a new death count coming in from wars overseas sometimes it's easy for me to discredit the pain associated with death. Lately when I start to think that death is just another everyday occurrence I often thing of James and how I felt at that time. It helps to put the value of life back into perspective for me.
For a long time I thought that this piece was unfinished because every time that I would read it it felt immature and confused. I finally decided that it was perfect just the way it is, because those two feelings are exactly how I would have to describe myself at the time. Anywho I'm just rambling now...
A Class; All your own
I was eight-year years old,
But I remember the day you died
Cold front of New Year
An angry mountain with no remorse
Her ice – black as night
Her ice – black as death
She took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone
Long drive to Portland
No words in a wasteland of nothing
They kept your casket closed
“Children shouldn’t see such things anyways”
Your covered face – revealing horrors
Your covered face – growing stronger
They took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone
Walking around like a walker
I got rid of the damn crutches!!! I can't possible express how happy I am about this. I can walk without having to prop myself up! They also told me that in the next 2-3 weeks I'll be able to wear my own shoes again and ditch the boot all together. I can't wait...
Handsome Furs (Dan Boeckner of Wolf Parade and his wife) is playing Neumos a week from friday. Anyone who is interested in going should hit me up...
I'm a little torn about the 4th of July. For the last couple years I've gone to a friends house down on Alki which is always a blast. The only problem is getting back. It was much easier when I lived in W Seattle. So I'm thinking about just doing something at my place. Beer, bbq and blowing stuff up, you know, 4th of July...
I guess that I'll leave you with another preview of the project I'm working on. I'm going to post it all as a complete work once I have it to the point I like it. But I figure this way you'll get to see some variations:
Shrouded by hoods Abraham and Hagar discuss the finer intricacies of deism and it's place in modern society. Lady Madonna sits open legged reading a guide to Dungeons and Dragons. Her socks extend to the depths beneath her dress, striped in colors with no particular pattern. Suddenly Urban II proclaims, "Ain't no one better than Jesus! Ain't no one do you like Jesus!" He then spills a tall can of malt liquor trying to pull out a world map. Madonna's children are crying but she can't hear them. Abe has had enough and pulls the cord.
By the way, whatever happened with swine flu? Are we still all going to die?
Handsome Furs (Dan Boeckner of Wolf Parade and his wife) is playing Neumos a week from friday. Anyone who is interested in going should hit me up...
I'm a little torn about the 4th of July. For the last couple years I've gone to a friends house down on Alki which is always a blast. The only problem is getting back. It was much easier when I lived in W Seattle. So I'm thinking about just doing something at my place. Beer, bbq and blowing stuff up, you know, 4th of July...
I guess that I'll leave you with another preview of the project I'm working on. I'm going to post it all as a complete work once I have it to the point I like it. But I figure this way you'll get to see some variations:
Shrouded by hoods Abraham and Hagar discuss the finer intricacies of deism and it's place in modern society. Lady Madonna sits open legged reading a guide to Dungeons and Dragons. Her socks extend to the depths beneath her dress, striped in colors with no particular pattern. Suddenly Urban II proclaims, "Ain't no one better than Jesus! Ain't no one do you like Jesus!" He then spills a tall can of malt liquor trying to pull out a world map. Madonna's children are crying but she can't hear them. Abe has had enough and pulls the cord.
By the way, whatever happened with swine flu? Are we still all going to die?
When marriage falls in the grey areas between life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
So after the State of California upheld Proposition 8 yesterday I posted a little blurb about how I was disappointed. That status update lead to a long discussion about the rights of marriage between myself, 2+2=5, and Jonny Durango. I figured that I'd blog the conversation, not in hopes of changing anyones mind, but more to encourage people to think more about the situation.
Desomniac: sad day for the state of california
Jonny D: ...and a very sad day for judicial activism!
2+2=5: People vote and it's upheld by the court and it's a sad day??? Wouldn't it be worse if the people spoke and no one listened?
Desomniac: When people vote in favor of discrimination and the court upholds it it is a very sad day. Would the ruling have been upheld if they were trying to prevent interracial marriages? I think not.
2+2=5: It all comes down to how you define marriage, doesn't it?
Desomniac: Yes it does. And their interpretation of marriage is a blatant act of discrimination. Just like the Racial Integrity Act of 1924.
2+2=5: Marriage has always been defined as a man and a woman, clear beack to it's author
Jonny D: It doesn't matter....until the Constitution is amended to allow gay marriage, the issue must be left up to the states, and the courts MUST uphold the will of the people as long as it's Constitutional. I'm sorry, I support gay marriage as a matter of POLICY, but the Constitution does not define marriage. And unless you're advocating marriage for ANY two (or more?) adults, then calling it "discrimination" is hyporitical, because you're "discriminating" against consenting adult families or groups....that proves that this is not a basic human rights issue that applies across the board to ALL people regardless of race, religion, sex, sexual orientation, etc....therefor, one again with heart: until the Constitution is amended to allow gay marriage, the issue must be left up to the states, and the courts MUST uphold the will of the people!!!
2+2=5: well said
Desomniac: I feel that if marriage as institution remains intertwined with the state than ANY two individuals have a right to it. In the end I'd rather see the term "marriage" removed from any and all government correspondence. Then the government wouldn't have any reason to intervene within someones church. Whether two peoples are "married" should be a decision of their church and no one else. Because what if you have a church that is open to performing gay marriages, do they then loose the ability to perform that ceremony and in turn their freedom of religion? It's all just too complicated. Marriage (Religious) and Unions (Governmental) should be entirely different things.
Jonny D: Why just TWO individuals? Who says it has to be two? Civil rights don't apply to just certain people or pairs of people. Why don't you allow three brothers to marry their father and grandmother? I mean, c'mon! Really? Besides the obvious moral issues, it's far too embedded in US tax and legal code to make huge changes like that....or get rid of it entirely...and you'd just prove the right-wing's point that liberals are trying to "destroy" marriage. And just changing the name would have little, if any effect. You've gotta deal with it like any other matter of public policy....let the PEOPLE decide, either through legislation, amendments to the Constitution, referendums or some other LEGISLATIVE means! Not through the courts!
Desomniac: Civil rights apply to everyone however civil unions apply to two individual persons. I'm not saying that we should allow the creation of strange inbred super families. However I don't understand why two people are allowed a status within the government but two other people are denied the same status. In most circumstances civil rights are earned through the courts not the voters, because the group of peoples who's rights are being suppressed are not the majority. We have to have a system in place to protect everyone.
Jonny D: So you agree the line has to be drawn somewhere....the issue is where. It's not drawn in the Constitution, so it needs to be written in law. You want the judicial branch writing the law because the majority is on the "wrong" side of the issue? Look up "anti-miscegenation laws"....these had to be outlawed by individual STATES for the exact same reason.
Desomniac: The individual states laws were ruled unconstitutional after Loving v. Virginia. The states no longer had a choice.
Jonny D: You know, I remembered that a few minutes after I posted the comment. It seems the 1967 Supreme Court decision was mostly based on the "equal protection" clause of the 14th Amendment....I read the 14th Amendment and a lot of articles about the equal protection clause and came across this....to answer many tough questions like this, the Supreme Court employs different levels of "scrutiny" to language....
Intermediate_scrutiny
Anyway, it actually looks like there's pretty good precedent under the equal protection clause of the 14th Amendment for allowing gay marriage, depending on what level of "scrutiny" the court chooses....i'm gunna read more on this...
Desomniac: In the end the California court ruling is completely legitimate. Because the rights to equality aren't granted in California law, but federal law. This is an issue that needs to be decided by the US Supreme Court and until then the states are just wasting money on legislation and referendums that could be overturned in a single ruling from the high bench. It's starting to look like we're going to see a Supreme Court ruling in the next few years. http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2009/05/27/national/main5042384.shtml
I would like to thank both 2+2=5 and Jonny D for the open exchange of ideas because if discussions like this cease to exist so fails the foundation of our democracy. Both of you continually reinforce my concepts of America, freedom and patriotism and for that I am in your debt.
Desomniac: sad day for the state of california
Jonny D: ...and a very sad day for judicial activism!
2+2=5: People vote and it's upheld by the court and it's a sad day??? Wouldn't it be worse if the people spoke and no one listened?
Desomniac: When people vote in favor of discrimination and the court upholds it it is a very sad day. Would the ruling have been upheld if they were trying to prevent interracial marriages? I think not.
2+2=5: It all comes down to how you define marriage, doesn't it?
Desomniac: Yes it does. And their interpretation of marriage is a blatant act of discrimination. Just like the Racial Integrity Act of 1924.
2+2=5: Marriage has always been defined as a man and a woman, clear beack to it's author
Jonny D: It doesn't matter....until the Constitution is amended to allow gay marriage, the issue must be left up to the states, and the courts MUST uphold the will of the people as long as it's Constitutional. I'm sorry, I support gay marriage as a matter of POLICY, but the Constitution does not define marriage. And unless you're advocating marriage for ANY two (or more?) adults, then calling it "discrimination" is hyporitical, because you're "discriminating" against consenting adult families or groups....that proves that this is not a basic human rights issue that applies across the board to ALL people regardless of race, religion, sex, sexual orientation, etc....therefor, one again with heart: until the Constitution is amended to allow gay marriage, the issue must be left up to the states, and the courts MUST uphold the will of the people!!!
2+2=5: well said
Desomniac: I feel that if marriage as institution remains intertwined with the state than ANY two individuals have a right to it. In the end I'd rather see the term "marriage" removed from any and all government correspondence. Then the government wouldn't have any reason to intervene within someones church. Whether two peoples are "married" should be a decision of their church and no one else. Because what if you have a church that is open to performing gay marriages, do they then loose the ability to perform that ceremony and in turn their freedom of religion? It's all just too complicated. Marriage (Religious) and Unions (Governmental) should be entirely different things.
Jonny D: Why just TWO individuals? Who says it has to be two? Civil rights don't apply to just certain people or pairs of people. Why don't you allow three brothers to marry their father and grandmother? I mean, c'mon! Really? Besides the obvious moral issues, it's far too embedded in US tax and legal code to make huge changes like that....or get rid of it entirely...and you'd just prove the right-wing's point that liberals are trying to "destroy" marriage. And just changing the name would have little, if any effect. You've gotta deal with it like any other matter of public policy....let the PEOPLE decide, either through legislation, amendments to the Constitution, referendums or some other LEGISLATIVE means! Not through the courts!
Desomniac: Civil rights apply to everyone however civil unions apply to two individual persons. I'm not saying that we should allow the creation of strange inbred super families. However I don't understand why two people are allowed a status within the government but two other people are denied the same status. In most circumstances civil rights are earned through the courts not the voters, because the group of peoples who's rights are being suppressed are not the majority. We have to have a system in place to protect everyone.
Jonny D: So you agree the line has to be drawn somewhere....the issue is where. It's not drawn in the Constitution, so it needs to be written in law. You want the judicial branch writing the law because the majority is on the "wrong" side of the issue? Look up "anti-miscegenation laws"....these had to be outlawed by individual STATES for the exact same reason.
Desomniac: The individual states laws were ruled unconstitutional after Loving v. Virginia. The states no longer had a choice.
Jonny D: You know, I remembered that a few minutes after I posted the comment. It seems the 1967 Supreme Court decision was mostly based on the "equal protection" clause of the 14th Amendment....I read the 14th Amendment and a lot of articles about the equal protection clause and came across this....to answer many tough questions like this, the Supreme Court employs different levels of "scrutiny" to language....
Intermediate_scrutiny
Anyway, it actually looks like there's pretty good precedent under the equal protection clause of the 14th Amendment for allowing gay marriage, depending on what level of "scrutiny" the court chooses....i'm gunna read more on this...
Desomniac: In the end the California court ruling is completely legitimate. Because the rights to equality aren't granted in California law, but federal law. This is an issue that needs to be decided by the US Supreme Court and until then the states are just wasting money on legislation and referendums that could be overturned in a single ruling from the high bench. It's starting to look like we're going to see a Supreme Court ruling in the next few years. http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2009/05/27/national/main5042384.shtml
I would like to thank both 2+2=5 and Jonny D for the open exchange of ideas because if discussions like this cease to exist so fails the foundation of our democracy. Both of you continually reinforce my concepts of America, freedom and patriotism and for that I am in your debt.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Short and sweet
I'm trying to wrap up another draft of my 7 project so I'm not going to blog too much today. Just a couple quick things...
Will future generations justify calling us barbarians because of our use of fossil fuels or because of our lack of social consciousness?...
I need to apologize to my dad. I guess after my surgery I made a pretty harsh statement that I don't remember. I didn't mean it. You've been awesome. I don't know how I'd have made it through all of this with out ya...
Will future generations justify calling us barbarians because of our use of fossil fuels or because of our lack of social consciousness?...
I need to apologize to my dad. I guess after my surgery I made a pretty harsh statement that I don't remember. I didn't mean it. You've been awesome. I don't know how I'd have made it through all of this with out ya...
Monday, May 25, 2009
Memorial day without the mayhem
It's a holiday. The sun is shining. If you want to bbq come over to my house. I want to eat copious amounts of animal flesh and drink buckets of beer...
The injury is healing nicely if I have to say so myself. It's been about a week since I've had to take any pain killers. And I'm only using the crutches when I leave the house. Tomorrow the doctor should tell me that I can ditch the sticks all together. I can't wait...
As you all can probably guess from recent posts, I've developed a sort of obsession with Deerhunter. I went through their blog and downloaded all kinds of stuff. It's all that I've listened to this weekend. It has a way of making me feel very human while still completely detached from the world. I guess that's how I've been feeling a lot lately. It's been inspiring me to write though...
I made some pasta salad last night at midnight. I'm not sure why. I guess I didn't realize what time it was when I started. I even made the dressing from scratch. It has bacon and egg and peppers. I hope it's good. When I tried it last night I decided it should chill before I give it a final verdict...
I ate so many swedish fish last night that I thought I was going to puke. But it was soooo good...
I'm starting to make some decent progress on this 7 project I've been working on. Had a meeting last week and it totally changed my prospective on the whole thing. Here's another little teaser:
St. Christopher sits behind the wheel, slightly hunched, asks for the fare. His facial features and skin tone seem to change as if a cameleon gone into shock. He admires them all, then pretends like they were never there, as he continues to constantly watch them. The Vicario brothers board in a frenzy. Behind their eyes its apparent they haven't slept or eaten in days. Pedro can't stop tapping his foot, a beat resembling the national anthem. Pablo is picking the moles from his forearm with a knife he unwrapped from a newspaper. Pedro's arms jet up from stillness, fingers pointing forward as if to sign some great event. His satchel falls scattering watches, tobacco and a variety of hot sauces all across the ribbed floor. He attempts to sell a watch to a Korean immigrant before collapsing into sleep.
Hopefully I'll be able to get the rest of what's in my head adequately expressed within the confines of words. I just have to have faith in myself, which seems to be growing every day...
The injury is healing nicely if I have to say so myself. It's been about a week since I've had to take any pain killers. And I'm only using the crutches when I leave the house. Tomorrow the doctor should tell me that I can ditch the sticks all together. I can't wait...
As you all can probably guess from recent posts, I've developed a sort of obsession with Deerhunter. I went through their blog and downloaded all kinds of stuff. It's all that I've listened to this weekend. It has a way of making me feel very human while still completely detached from the world. I guess that's how I've been feeling a lot lately. It's been inspiring me to write though...
I made some pasta salad last night at midnight. I'm not sure why. I guess I didn't realize what time it was when I started. I even made the dressing from scratch. It has bacon and egg and peppers. I hope it's good. When I tried it last night I decided it should chill before I give it a final verdict...
I ate so many swedish fish last night that I thought I was going to puke. But it was soooo good...
I'm starting to make some decent progress on this 7 project I've been working on. Had a meeting last week and it totally changed my prospective on the whole thing. Here's another little teaser:
St. Christopher sits behind the wheel, slightly hunched, asks for the fare. His facial features and skin tone seem to change as if a cameleon gone into shock. He admires them all, then pretends like they were never there, as he continues to constantly watch them. The Vicario brothers board in a frenzy. Behind their eyes its apparent they haven't slept or eaten in days. Pedro can't stop tapping his foot, a beat resembling the national anthem. Pablo is picking the moles from his forearm with a knife he unwrapped from a newspaper. Pedro's arms jet up from stillness, fingers pointing forward as if to sign some great event. His satchel falls scattering watches, tobacco and a variety of hot sauces all across the ribbed floor. He attempts to sell a watch to a Korean immigrant before collapsing into sleep.
Hopefully I'll be able to get the rest of what's in my head adequately expressed within the confines of words. I just have to have faith in myself, which seems to be growing every day...
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Deerhunter blog excerpt
So I don't know how I've missed the deerhunter/atlas sound/lotus plaza blog but don't worry I've found it now. I was going through all the old posts, some of which are really interesting. This particular part stood out to me. Maybe it's because I've been to the hospital a lot lately....
After the Deerhunter show at the Market Hotel Friday, I became extremely ill. Lockett and I had both been suffering from a severe flu, but I think exhaustion and too much cigarette smoke pushed me beyond my limits and by Sunday, the 13th I had to go to the emergency room in Manhattan. I honestly felt like I was dying and there is no better time to explore and relive small tears in your past than to have them floating in front of you in a haze of painkillers and i.v. bags.
If you want to read the whole post you can check it out here.
After the Deerhunter show at the Market Hotel Friday, I became extremely ill. Lockett and I had both been suffering from a severe flu, but I think exhaustion and too much cigarette smoke pushed me beyond my limits and by Sunday, the 13th I had to go to the emergency room in Manhattan. I honestly felt like I was dying and there is no better time to explore and relive small tears in your past than to have them floating in front of you in a haze of painkillers and i.v. bags.
If you want to read the whole post you can check it out here.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Blasé Days
I am bored out of my mind today. Work is slow. The sun is shining, but I can't lay in the grass. Holiday is looming...
Damn this is bad. I'm so bored I don't even now what to blog about...
I remember being here and I want to go back...
Damn this is bad. I'm so bored I don't even now what to blog about...
I remember being here and I want to go back...
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Cover your eyes
I was in a piss poor mood yesterday. Today is a little better for a few reasons...
I started a Facebook fan page for Urban Phantom. I love this bear. However I would like to know if the sighting on Beacon Hill was for real. I'm really hoping to get home and find him in my back yard chillin' next to the brewery...
I bought groceries last night (thanks dad). I remembered the milk but forgot honey...
Lately I've had the inclination to use my blog as a place to vent a lot of frustration. For the most part I've been extremely reserved. But there are many things that have angered me recently...
I am a very lucky person to have access to the NESF. When everything in my life seems like a chaotic mess it always seems to ground me and put things back into perspective. Without it I think that my life would have crashed and burned long ago...
I love America. Sometimes I wonder if she loves me back...
I started a Facebook fan page for Urban Phantom. I love this bear. However I would like to know if the sighting on Beacon Hill was for real. I'm really hoping to get home and find him in my back yard chillin' next to the brewery...
I bought groceries last night (thanks dad). I remembered the milk but forgot honey...
Lately I've had the inclination to use my blog as a place to vent a lot of frustration. For the most part I've been extremely reserved. But there are many things that have angered me recently...
I am a very lucky person to have access to the NESF. When everything in my life seems like a chaotic mess it always seems to ground me and put things back into perspective. Without it I think that my life would have crashed and burned long ago...
I love America. Sometimes I wonder if she loves me back...
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I'd rather not have the drugs
I really hate being crippled right now. I want nothing more than to go to the ocean and with the upcoming holiday I have the opportunity to do that or go camping or doing a wide array of things outside of my urban confines. Unfortunately I can't. Everyone thinks that being injured is great. "Oh you get all kinds of fun drugs though!" I for one never really understood the "fun" in pain medication. I'd rather be healthy and out having fun than sitting at home doped out of my mind. This is just really depressing...
Are you the Cyclops?
I was walking in Pioneer Square with Nathan and Morgan. It was snowing. We stopped into a bar for a drink where we met up with some other people. We drank and talked about nothing. Soon the other people decided to switch locations, "We're going to hit up a cash machine and then head out to Cyclops."
"Alright, we'll meet ya there."
We left the bar shortly after they did. The streets were packed with people waiting in line for their time of an ice rink in the middle of Occidental Square. Children were bundled up so that only their red cheeks shown through the masses of wool. Their parents rubbed paper cups of coffee while huddling near each other trying to retaining any escaping heat that they could.
We were wandering down an icy sidewalk when a very short man appeared, I don't want to go as far as saying his was a little person, but he might have been. He was dressed more suitably for a calm fall afternoon than a snowy night. As he passed we were intently discussing the where the location of this other bar was. When he was no more than 3 feet away, seemingly beneath me, he looked up and said "Are you the Cyclops?"
I was slightly taken back. What a strange question to pose walking down the street, but still its relevance had to be more than coincidence. By the time I thought to ask him if he might know the location he was gone.
We went a few more blocks, becoming more and more agitated in our search. Suddenly the small man appeared again. This time while we were crossing through the square. I didn't even see him approach before I could hear him, "Are you the Cyclops?"
I wanted to grab him. Shake him until he told me where to go. Until he told me who he was. But again, he was gone before I could even move.
We left the square on my request. I didn't tell them but it was secretly in case we saw the man again I hoped to actually catch him. It began to snow heavily. We talked of abandoning the second bar. Then it suddenly came to me, "It's in Belltown!"
I said it with such sudden shock that Morgan jumped slight and nearly fell on the ice if it weren't for Nathan catching her in mid air.
Having finally determined our destination we abandoned it. It was far too long to walk there given the conditions. After an long and amicable farewell we parted ways.
I returned to the square on my way to a bus stop. There were just as many people as before, but everyone seemed to be moving at half speed. Words slowed to the point that they sounds more like meaningless groans that intelligent thoughts. I reached the other end of the square and turn back for one more chance to see the small man. I must have looked for an hour before finally abandoning my resolve.
The walk to the bus stop was depressing me more with every step. People crowded around the small shelters for warmth while I stood motionless collecting snow. Finally a bus appeared and I went to board the front door. The door windows were steamy preventing me from getting a preview of my future interaction. The doors opened and a small man driving the bus said, "Come aboard, Cyclops."
"Alright, we'll meet ya there."
We left the bar shortly after they did. The streets were packed with people waiting in line for their time of an ice rink in the middle of Occidental Square. Children were bundled up so that only their red cheeks shown through the masses of wool. Their parents rubbed paper cups of coffee while huddling near each other trying to retaining any escaping heat that they could.
We were wandering down an icy sidewalk when a very short man appeared, I don't want to go as far as saying his was a little person, but he might have been. He was dressed more suitably for a calm fall afternoon than a snowy night. As he passed we were intently discussing the where the location of this other bar was. When he was no more than 3 feet away, seemingly beneath me, he looked up and said "Are you the Cyclops?"
I was slightly taken back. What a strange question to pose walking down the street, but still its relevance had to be more than coincidence. By the time I thought to ask him if he might know the location he was gone.
We went a few more blocks, becoming more and more agitated in our search. Suddenly the small man appeared again. This time while we were crossing through the square. I didn't even see him approach before I could hear him, "Are you the Cyclops?"
I wanted to grab him. Shake him until he told me where to go. Until he told me who he was. But again, he was gone before I could even move.
We left the square on my request. I didn't tell them but it was secretly in case we saw the man again I hoped to actually catch him. It began to snow heavily. We talked of abandoning the second bar. Then it suddenly came to me, "It's in Belltown!"
I said it with such sudden shock that Morgan jumped slight and nearly fell on the ice if it weren't for Nathan catching her in mid air.
Having finally determined our destination we abandoned it. It was far too long to walk there given the conditions. After an long and amicable farewell we parted ways.
I returned to the square on my way to a bus stop. There were just as many people as before, but everyone seemed to be moving at half speed. Words slowed to the point that they sounds more like meaningless groans that intelligent thoughts. I reached the other end of the square and turn back for one more chance to see the small man. I must have looked for an hour before finally abandoning my resolve.
The walk to the bus stop was depressing me more with every step. People crowded around the small shelters for warmth while I stood motionless collecting snow. Finally a bus appeared and I went to board the front door. The door windows were steamy preventing me from getting a preview of my future interaction. The doors opened and a small man driving the bus said, "Come aboard, Cyclops."
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Pining for days past
The present is a funny thing. It never seems like the best. As if there is always something better just beyond the horizon. Some point that will define your entire life in a fraction of seconds. When you achieve true happiness. And in that moment the true image of yourself is portrayed with no obstacles, judgment or prejudices. You are only you and it's perfect.
I'm beginning to wondering how long to wait. Should I finally decide that the best is behind me? Or be patient til death only to be buried in a tomb reading "I waiting but you never came.*" I think I have no choice but to wait. Still lately, I've been thinking more and more about days past.
Rainy day in May
The healing process is in full effect. The only down side is now I have lots of dead skin and calluses falling off. I think that the best way to deal with it is to get a pedicure. I've never had one. I wonder if my doctor would allow it...
I have a bunch of new music to listen to. It's pleasing me greatly. I got it all last week from a friend. The first thing I dove into was Cryptograms from Deerhunter. I almost forgot about everything else...
Speaking of deer, I'm going through some serious Buck Hunter withdrawals. Dangerous Hunts doesn't even compare. So I've been playing Trauma Center on my wii. Love that game. You have to perform surgeries and reconstruct bone and such...
I have no idea what I'm doing for the holiday yet. I think I'm going to have a BBQ with my family at some point (details are still sketchy). And I'm probably going to do something with Matty Ice. Maybe go to Boundary Bay or something like that. I have the whole house to myself so I might through a kegger for the peeps left in the city for the holiday. I will say though, keggers aren't quite the same when you have beer on tap at all times...
I need to find more guest bloggers. If anyone is interested in submitting something to the blog send me an email at desolatesorrows@gmail.com. As long as it's somewhat relevant to the subject matter of the blog (which as you can see is very loosely defined) I'll post it...
I had a dream a few night ago. Over the past few days bits and pieces have been coming back to me about it. It began in Magnolia. I was under an overpass in a very industrial area. I was following an animal which may have been Urban Phantom, but I'm not sure. As I wandered further I ended up at a street carnival. There were booths lining the streets and lights strung all overhead. It wasn't long before I realized that the carnival was full of whores. Nothing but whores. But none of them were "working". It was almost like a convention. At one point I went up to a ticket booth to make some purchases and have some photos developed. They told me that the photos would take 30 days to develop. That's all I remember, so far. Usually I can remember most of my dream and what I don't is lost forever. Its a very strange sensation with this one. Little things in my day lead to massive feelings of deja vu...
The coffee is lack luster today. But I guess that it is everyday...
I'll leave you with this..
I have a bunch of new music to listen to. It's pleasing me greatly. I got it all last week from a friend. The first thing I dove into was Cryptograms from Deerhunter. I almost forgot about everything else...
Speaking of deer, I'm going through some serious Buck Hunter withdrawals. Dangerous Hunts doesn't even compare. So I've been playing Trauma Center on my wii. Love that game. You have to perform surgeries and reconstruct bone and such...
I have no idea what I'm doing for the holiday yet. I think I'm going to have a BBQ with my family at some point (details are still sketchy). And I'm probably going to do something with Matty Ice. Maybe go to Boundary Bay or something like that. I have the whole house to myself so I might through a kegger for the peeps left in the city for the holiday. I will say though, keggers aren't quite the same when you have beer on tap at all times...
I need to find more guest bloggers. If anyone is interested in submitting something to the blog send me an email at desolatesorrows@gmail.com. As long as it's somewhat relevant to the subject matter of the blog (which as you can see is very loosely defined) I'll post it...
I had a dream a few night ago. Over the past few days bits and pieces have been coming back to me about it. It began in Magnolia. I was under an overpass in a very industrial area. I was following an animal which may have been Urban Phantom, but I'm not sure. As I wandered further I ended up at a street carnival. There were booths lining the streets and lights strung all overhead. It wasn't long before I realized that the carnival was full of whores. Nothing but whores. But none of them were "working". It was almost like a convention. At one point I went up to a ticket booth to make some purchases and have some photos developed. They told me that the photos would take 30 days to develop. That's all I remember, so far. Usually I can remember most of my dream and what I don't is lost forever. Its a very strange sensation with this one. Little things in my day lead to massive feelings of deja vu...
The coffee is lack luster today. But I guess that it is everyday...
I'll leave you with this..
Monday, May 18, 2009
Please Could You Stop The Noise?
This is very much how I feel today. I might blog more later. But I doubt it...
Friday, May 15, 2009
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
Danĝera Najbar-Ajo
Alright, so I am going to post this story...
I arrived at the party, fashionably late. I could have spotted the building a quarter mile away. Flashes of colored light poured from the bay view windows. The building was quaint. Nothing about it put me on edge, at least not initially.
As I approached the building, two police officers were escorting one of the other tenants out. It was all in response to an alleged hit and run incident that occurred shortly before, in front of the building.
Fear began to rise up my spine as I passed the officers. I slid three rails of cocaine before the party and all I could envision was white powder coating my nose for all to see. The cops nodded as I walked by paying no attention.
I reached the top of the stairs to find a kid sitting on the front landing smoking a cigarette and drinking vodka on the rocks. We had met before through a mutual friend. We exchanged salutations and he offered me a cigarette, which I gladly accepted.
I could tell he had already thrown back a couple of drink by the slurring of his conversation and disorientation of his motor skills. During our short encounter he knocked over a wine glass, casually left by another guest. Without thinking he began to pick up the shards of broken glass. I was sure I would be taking him to the hospital, but he managed to get most of the glass into the trash without a hitch. I finished the cigarette and moved to the third floor.
-
As I reached the top of the stairs I noticed they had set up a lounge area in the hallway above the stair well. Multicolored streamers hung from the ceiling while a strobe light was giving a couple of guests mild seizures.
I met the hostess and she offered me a drink. I declined. Nothing good would ever come of it.
I mingled around the room, listening to the variety of conversation.
"..at least you took his name. I already told Bryan that I'm not going to, and he ask me every morning if I've changed my mind..."
"...I didn't have time to go shopping, so I just wore pajamas..."
"...there was four inches of standing water in my apartment and a river forging its way out my front door..."
I couldn't follow any one line of thought.
As the night dragged on and more people showed up I found myself becoming more and more uncomfortable. So I made my way back outside and lit a cigarette.
The kid from earlier was still looking over the view. His drink had changed from the time before and I could tell his time was short. He cocked back his head and looked at me as if he couldn't find the words. Then he stood up, nearly fell over, and headed up to the apartment.
I couldn't help but think about the look in his eyes.
-
I moved through the people like seaweed in a high tide. Everyone was sociable and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I made my way out to the lounge to sign a birthday card for the guest of honor.
There he was again. Lying in the chair, seemingly oblivious to the surroundings. He struggled to open his eyes. And for another split second attempted to convey whatever it was he had tried to express to me earlier.
His eyes rolled back into his head and I was still left wondering.
-
The atmosphere was beginning to die down and so was I. I knew more drugs were going to be needed if I was going to go on. I moved toward the bathroom in an attempt to find the necessary sanctuary.
As I opened the door I saw him half sitting next to the toilet. You could see the blur in his eyes cause by the harsh acidic taste violating all his senses. Half digested pieces of ham and sushi littered the bowl of the toilet. There is nothing in the world more repulsive than the smell of liquor induced vomit.
I turned around to leave when his eyes caught my attention once again. And as I looked down on this drunk mess of liquefied flesh I realized the true flaw in humanity. The inability to make out the words when saying them is the only thing that can save us.
The bleach white lights beat down on both of us. His eyes rolled back into his head and his eyelids slowly closed. I notice of bottle of pills spilled beside him. He just couldn't seem to make out the words.
I got up and left. I spoke to no one. Upon reaching the street I hailed a cab.
As I got in all I could say was, "I'm a little sideways, could you take it easy.."
I arrived at the party, fashionably late. I could have spotted the building a quarter mile away. Flashes of colored light poured from the bay view windows. The building was quaint. Nothing about it put me on edge, at least not initially.
As I approached the building, two police officers were escorting one of the other tenants out. It was all in response to an alleged hit and run incident that occurred shortly before, in front of the building.
Fear began to rise up my spine as I passed the officers. I slid three rails of cocaine before the party and all I could envision was white powder coating my nose for all to see. The cops nodded as I walked by paying no attention.
I reached the top of the stairs to find a kid sitting on the front landing smoking a cigarette and drinking vodka on the rocks. We had met before through a mutual friend. We exchanged salutations and he offered me a cigarette, which I gladly accepted.
I could tell he had already thrown back a couple of drink by the slurring of his conversation and disorientation of his motor skills. During our short encounter he knocked over a wine glass, casually left by another guest. Without thinking he began to pick up the shards of broken glass. I was sure I would be taking him to the hospital, but he managed to get most of the glass into the trash without a hitch. I finished the cigarette and moved to the third floor.
-
As I reached the top of the stairs I noticed they had set up a lounge area in the hallway above the stair well. Multicolored streamers hung from the ceiling while a strobe light was giving a couple of guests mild seizures.
I met the hostess and she offered me a drink. I declined. Nothing good would ever come of it.
I mingled around the room, listening to the variety of conversation.
"..at least you took his name. I already told Bryan that I'm not going to, and he ask me every morning if I've changed my mind..."
"...I didn't have time to go shopping, so I just wore pajamas..."
"...there was four inches of standing water in my apartment and a river forging its way out my front door..."
I couldn't follow any one line of thought.
As the night dragged on and more people showed up I found myself becoming more and more uncomfortable. So I made my way back outside and lit a cigarette.
The kid from earlier was still looking over the view. His drink had changed from the time before and I could tell his time was short. He cocked back his head and looked at me as if he couldn't find the words. Then he stood up, nearly fell over, and headed up to the apartment.
I couldn't help but think about the look in his eyes.
-
I moved through the people like seaweed in a high tide. Everyone was sociable and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I made my way out to the lounge to sign a birthday card for the guest of honor.
There he was again. Lying in the chair, seemingly oblivious to the surroundings. He struggled to open his eyes. And for another split second attempted to convey whatever it was he had tried to express to me earlier.
His eyes rolled back into his head and I was still left wondering.
-
The atmosphere was beginning to die down and so was I. I knew more drugs were going to be needed if I was going to go on. I moved toward the bathroom in an attempt to find the necessary sanctuary.
As I opened the door I saw him half sitting next to the toilet. You could see the blur in his eyes cause by the harsh acidic taste violating all his senses. Half digested pieces of ham and sushi littered the bowl of the toilet. There is nothing in the world more repulsive than the smell of liquor induced vomit.
I turned around to leave when his eyes caught my attention once again. And as I looked down on this drunk mess of liquefied flesh I realized the true flaw in humanity. The inability to make out the words when saying them is the only thing that can save us.
The bleach white lights beat down on both of us. His eyes rolled back into his head and his eyelids slowly closed. I notice of bottle of pills spilled beside him. He just couldn't seem to make out the words.
I got up and left. I spoke to no one. Upon reaching the street I hailed a cab.
As I got in all I could say was, "I'm a little sideways, could you take it easy.."
Đó là vô nghia
I just learned that I'm not a part of Generation Y, now I'm in the Millennial Generation. I guess it makes sense. I never really cared to be labeled a Y. However this comes from an article that I was reading about the emergence of Millennial voters and what will be their lasting impact on American politics. Pretty interesting stuff...
I've forgotten to mention to you all that we (*upon reading this again I'm not sure why I said "we" and not "I" but instead of editing it have chosen to just add this little bit of filler*) have a new address. To make it easier for everyone you can find me at www.desomnia.com now. Some guy already had desomniac.com. Not exactly sure why he has it. I might have to pressure him out of it...
I finally was able to wash my foot. The skin peeled off in large chunks that I considered keeping in order to make a life sized mold of my foot. Then I decided that was nasty...
I'm going to see Wolverine tonight. I loved the X-men movies, so I'm hoping this is just as good. I haven't been to a movie theater in a long time. I think that the last thing I saw was the Simpson's movie. Hopefully nothing has changed too drastically...
I really need to do more writing. I have this horrible habit of starting a project, getting really excited about it, and then letting it just fizzle out. I don't know why. I guess that I need to work more on my follow through. So since I never finish anything I'll throw out another excerpt. This is from the project that I was doing about the 7:
A young mother sits facing center
A book of Vietnamese characters lays open on her lap
As she tries to teach her child what they all mean.
“You need to teach them English!”
An elderly woman, who could be her aunt, yells
“They won’t go nowhere here without English!”
The child replies, “Đó là vô nghia”
I hope that I got my Vietnamese translation right. But if I didn't would you know the difference? I might post something else for you later. I ran across this story that I wrote like 10 years ago. Could be fun...
If you haven't checked out the recent post on indoorsprout.com you should. There is some great pics of the garden's progress...
I've forgotten to mention to you all that we (*upon reading this again I'm not sure why I said "we" and not "I" but instead of editing it have chosen to just add this little bit of filler*) have a new address. To make it easier for everyone you can find me at www.desomnia.com now. Some guy already had desomniac.com. Not exactly sure why he has it. I might have to pressure him out of it...
I finally was able to wash my foot. The skin peeled off in large chunks that I considered keeping in order to make a life sized mold of my foot. Then I decided that was nasty...
I'm going to see Wolverine tonight. I loved the X-men movies, so I'm hoping this is just as good. I haven't been to a movie theater in a long time. I think that the last thing I saw was the Simpson's movie. Hopefully nothing has changed too drastically...
I really need to do more writing. I have this horrible habit of starting a project, getting really excited about it, and then letting it just fizzle out. I don't know why. I guess that I need to work more on my follow through. So since I never finish anything I'll throw out another excerpt. This is from the project that I was doing about the 7:
A young mother sits facing center
A book of Vietnamese characters lays open on her lap
As she tries to teach her child what they all mean.
“You need to teach them English!”
An elderly woman, who could be her aunt, yells
“They won’t go nowhere here without English!”
The child replies, “Đó là vô nghia”
I hope that I got my Vietnamese translation right. But if I didn't would you know the difference? I might post something else for you later. I ran across this story that I wrote like 10 years ago. Could be fun...
If you haven't checked out the recent post on indoorsprout.com you should. There is some great pics of the garden's progress...
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I'm suffering from urban overload
If I had my way I'd plan a concert at the pier. It would feature Deerhunter, Wolf Parade, the Flaming Lips, Modest Mouse, Blur and the original Elephant Six (in that order). After which I think that my life would be complete and I could fade away into the sunset...
Stitches came out yesterday. Doc said all was well. Once I get it all cleaned up I'll post a pic for your viewing displeasure. It's pretty gnarly...
Farmers market is tonight. I'd be more pissed about missing it if it was later in the year. But I'd still like to go...
Here's an excerpt of a project that I've been working on forever. I think it fits here:
Another Drull Sunday
I woke up,
a cool gray haze
hung sulking in the view
from my kitchen window.
A pigeon
perched on the sill.
I studied it blankly
with exonerated eyes
as if to say I’m sorry
but I don’t know for what
Maybe someday I'll post a link to the whole thing. Just not today...
The city is bearing down on me. Memorial Day is coming up quickly. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I need to do something. If nothing else I'm going to catch a bus to Centralia and get a hotel, just to be away. Or Bellingham is nice this time of year. The buildings are all close to the ground...
Stitches came out yesterday. Doc said all was well. Once I get it all cleaned up I'll post a pic for your viewing displeasure. It's pretty gnarly...
Farmers market is tonight. I'd be more pissed about missing it if it was later in the year. But I'd still like to go...
Here's an excerpt of a project that I've been working on forever. I think it fits here:
Another Drull Sunday
I woke up,
a cool gray haze
hung sulking in the view
from my kitchen window.
A pigeon
perched on the sill.
I studied it blankly
with exonerated eyes
as if to say I’m sorry
but I don’t know for what
Maybe someday I'll post a link to the whole thing. Just not today...
The city is bearing down on me. Memorial Day is coming up quickly. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I need to do something. If nothing else I'm going to catch a bus to Centralia and get a hotel, just to be away. Or Bellingham is nice this time of year. The buildings are all close to the ground...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Too many thoughts
I feel older everyday. I understand that I get older everyday, but I'm not sure at what point I became fully aware of this. At what point did the little things start to build up to the point that they now reveal my aging? Is there some event that occurred or is it that I just have more time to think about such things? I'm starting to think that it may have to do with knowledge. The more you know, the older you feel. I kind of like that...
It's completely acceptable to be different...
Every time that I've tried to get coffee today something has gone wrong. Maybe I'll try again. Maybe I'll quit trying. No. I'll try again. Failure isn't an option...
We're supposed to have thunder storms today. I hope so. There is something about them I've always loved. It might be the electricity in the air. Maybe the raw power put on display for all to see and fear. Actually, its probably the rain...
I need to make it to the SAM. I haven't been to see the new exhibit yet. I'm debating whether or not its a good idea to go with the broken foot. I really want to go though. To go back to an earlier thought: would going to the art museum make me feel older? Or does art not count? Art usually makes me feel younger for some reason, so I don't think it counts...
I'm going into the doctor today. They're supposed to take out the stitches. I'm really hoping that means I can put my whole body in the shower while I bath. It's not the easiest to do with one foot out. I've found it easier to wash myself with a rag on a stick, but it makes me feel like a invalid...
The Flaming Lips are working on a double album. I'm so excited that I have wet myself more times than I can count. Pitchfork has a blurb about it here. The best news was the inspirations, "thinking Beatles White Album, Zeppelin's Physical Graffiti and even some of the longer things that the Clash have done". I can't wait. Damn. I just wet myself again...
Trade Show is this weekend. I'm not really looking forward to it. Its the only weekend that I have to work. I wish I didn't have to...
I'd rather be in the woods. Preferably near the ocean. Somewhere like Forks. I love Forks. When I get old I think that's where you'll find me. Tucked away in a little cove along the coast. Looking out across the angry blue expanse and up into the chaotic crossing of evergreens. At this point I'd even settle for this...
I forgot to mention, I finally got some coffee..
It's completely acceptable to be different...
Every time that I've tried to get coffee today something has gone wrong. Maybe I'll try again. Maybe I'll quit trying. No. I'll try again. Failure isn't an option...
We're supposed to have thunder storms today. I hope so. There is something about them I've always loved. It might be the electricity in the air. Maybe the raw power put on display for all to see and fear. Actually, its probably the rain...
I need to make it to the SAM. I haven't been to see the new exhibit yet. I'm debating whether or not its a good idea to go with the broken foot. I really want to go though. To go back to an earlier thought: would going to the art museum make me feel older? Or does art not count? Art usually makes me feel younger for some reason, so I don't think it counts...
I'm going into the doctor today. They're supposed to take out the stitches. I'm really hoping that means I can put my whole body in the shower while I bath. It's not the easiest to do with one foot out. I've found it easier to wash myself with a rag on a stick, but it makes me feel like a invalid...
The Flaming Lips are working on a double album. I'm so excited that I have wet myself more times than I can count. Pitchfork has a blurb about it here. The best news was the inspirations, "thinking Beatles White Album, Zeppelin's Physical Graffiti and even some of the longer things that the Clash have done". I can't wait. Damn. I just wet myself again...
Trade Show is this weekend. I'm not really looking forward to it. Its the only weekend that I have to work. I wish I didn't have to...
I'd rather be in the woods. Preferably near the ocean. Somewhere like Forks. I love Forks. When I get old I think that's where you'll find me. Tucked away in a little cove along the coast. Looking out across the angry blue expanse and up into the chaotic crossing of evergreens. At this point I'd even settle for this...
I forgot to mention, I finally got some coffee..
Monday, May 11, 2009
Morning rant
This morning I learned that giraffes are in the same grouping as cattle and deer. They also have the same number of neck bones as you and I, just much much larger. I really think that giraffes are neat. Maybe I'll start doing a regular feature on them. Then again maybe as soon as I finish this I'll never mention them again...
I was supposed to go bowling tonight. I've had it planned for like 8 weeks. The whole time I was thinking, "Why are we planning this out so far in advance?" Turns out it was foolish to plan so far out as its no longer an option with my foot. The closest thing that I could think of that I can still do is Wii Bowling, which we might do. It's pretty fun...
Speaking of the foot, it's doing well, I think. Tomorrow I have an appointment to get the stitches removed and I'm hoping that all is well. I get this bad feeling that I broke open a stitch at some point. It could also just be the natural healing process, but I'm not sure. At this point my biggest fear is that something is going to go horribly wrong and I'll have to go back in for surgery and start again at square one. Let's hope that's not the case...
Craigslist prostitution is a hot button issue there days. I had a feeling it was only a matter of time....
David got me a shirt with corn on it. I love it...
I was supposed to go bowling tonight. I've had it planned for like 8 weeks. The whole time I was thinking, "Why are we planning this out so far in advance?" Turns out it was foolish to plan so far out as its no longer an option with my foot. The closest thing that I could think of that I can still do is Wii Bowling, which we might do. It's pretty fun...
Speaking of the foot, it's doing well, I think. Tomorrow I have an appointment to get the stitches removed and I'm hoping that all is well. I get this bad feeling that I broke open a stitch at some point. It could also just be the natural healing process, but I'm not sure. At this point my biggest fear is that something is going to go horribly wrong and I'll have to go back in for surgery and start again at square one. Let's hope that's not the case...
Craigslist prostitution is a hot button issue there days. I had a feeling it was only a matter of time....
David got me a shirt with corn on it. I love it...
Friday, May 8, 2009
Does David Lynch watch PBS shows of goats eating bacon in the ocean?
David Lynch is the man. I love his movies and his general outlook on life. I recently stumbled upon a project that he's got going on David Lynch Foundation Television. He's got a bunch of interviews and other stuff up there. I'm also looking forward to the upcoming release of "Dark Night of the Soul" a collaboration project that he's doing with Dangermouse and Sparklehorse. Writing this makes me want to go home and watch Lost Highway again, followed by Mulholland Drive...
I really want to go to this. What could be better than poundin' beers and watching goats race?...
Seattle is quickly becoming bacon capital of the world. I think it's great. Bacon salt, baconaisse, bacon lube (yes, lube). It does make me question though how bacon goes together with coffee...
PBS is great. I think I've mentioned before that I'm becoming addicted. But for someone without cable it's the best that there is (and possibly for those with cable too). So far this week I've watch Nova: Cracking the Maya Code and a Frontline special on sex trafficking. Nova was awesome. Frontline was heartbreaking but interesting...
I'm still pining for the ocean. Maybe when my foot heals I'll make it there. I hope that I do...
I really want to go to this. What could be better than poundin' beers and watching goats race?...
Seattle is quickly becoming bacon capital of the world. I think it's great. Bacon salt, baconaisse, bacon lube (yes, lube). It does make me question though how bacon goes together with coffee...
PBS is great. I think I've mentioned before that I'm becoming addicted. But for someone without cable it's the best that there is (and possibly for those with cable too). So far this week I've watch Nova: Cracking the Maya Code and a Frontline special on sex trafficking. Nova was awesome. Frontline was heartbreaking but interesting...
I'm still pining for the ocean. Maybe when my foot heals I'll make it there. I hope that I do...
A Tribute To My Coffee Mug
I have a great coffee mug. It's tall, metallic blue and has a lid. It's logo'd with Starbuck's name and has a nice handle on it. I got the mug many years ago. I have to figure it's been about 4 years. One morning, after a night of drinking in the U Dist, Matt gave me the mug filled with coffee to help get me through the day. Almost everyday since then I've used it. Except for the couple days at work in which my boss stole my mug. Needless to say I wasn't terribly thrilled about it but I recovered it and we've never been happier together.
I encourage every to find a coffee mug that can bring them the same amount of joy. It's also better for the environment. For more information about why you should have a reusable coffee mug check out Sustainability is Sexy.
I encourage every to find a coffee mug that can bring them the same amount of joy. It's also better for the environment. For more information about why you should have a reusable coffee mug check out Sustainability is Sexy.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
A little more serious perhaps?
So after that last post I figure that I should put up something of value...
My dad started a new blog to showcase his building designs. It's pretty cool stuff. You can check it out here....
I haven't been on a bus in over three weeks. It's very strange for me. I hope that when I finally get back to it that the 7 is just the same as it's always been. Luckily for me I don't think that my presence or lack thereof will have any effect on the 7...
The President announced 17 billion dollars is cuts from the federal budget. There is a lot of uproar that it's insignificant. However the figure as small as it may seem is larger than the GDP of 85 countries on the planet. So while it may seem like a drop in the bucket, 17 billion is still a huge number. Don't forget that...
I cannot wait for the Beatles albums to be remastered. They're being released 9/9/9. I'm already starting to plan the festivities...
And I think that I'll close with a little "happy" corn...
I guess this wasn't worth much in the end either. Oh well...
My dad started a new blog to showcase his building designs. It's pretty cool stuff. You can check it out here....
I haven't been on a bus in over three weeks. It's very strange for me. I hope that when I finally get back to it that the 7 is just the same as it's always been. Luckily for me I don't think that my presence or lack thereof will have any effect on the 7...
The President announced 17 billion dollars is cuts from the federal budget. There is a lot of uproar that it's insignificant. However the figure as small as it may seem is larger than the GDP of 85 countries on the planet. So while it may seem like a drop in the bucket, 17 billion is still a huge number. Don't forget that...
I cannot wait for the Beatles albums to be remastered. They're being released 9/9/9. I'm already starting to plan the festivities...
And I think that I'll close with a little "happy" corn...
I guess this wasn't worth much in the end either. Oh well...
The Monkey and The Frog
There was once a young monkey who lived in the jungle. His life was well. He didn't have a care in the world. Every morning his mother would bring him breakfast and then do some casual grooming to make sure that he didn't get lice. He never did.
After he turned two years old the young monkey decided to wander away from the close eye of his mother. He began to realize that there was so much more to the world than what he'd already seen. He found snails on rocks and eels in the lakes. There were birds larger that him that flew overhead and ants he could barely see beneath him.
He ventured so far that he couldn't remember how to get home. Darkness fell and he became frightened. All of the sounds had changed and were foreign to him. He could feel the blades of grass brushing against him in the wind but couldn't see them. He did not sleep until the sun rose.
As he awoke around midday he began to contemplate his position and how to return to the his mother. While he was pondering this dilemma a small frog approached him from behind. Without any warning the frog jumped and landed on the monkey's head. The monkey began to panic, swatting constantly to remove the frog from his head with no luck. Finally he had worn himself out to the point that he collapsed.
It was in this moment of weakness that the frog saw his opportunity. As soon as the ape hit the ground the frog began calling out with a deep "riiiiiiibbit". Only seconds passed before a large group of frogs began to appear. They encircled the poor monkey while all he could do was lay motionlessly.
They moved closer and closer in with every moment until they had covered the monkey as that no fur was exposed. The force of all the frogs on the monkey was making it difficult for him to breath. He struggled hard to force the frogs from his body long enough to catch one final glimpse of the sky before the frogs choked him to death.
The frogs then sat around laughing, relishing their victory over the ape. Their songs could be heard far and wide through the jungle. Until a loud crash echoed beneath the canopy. The sound stunned all the frogs and they didn't even realize that they had just been ensnared with a net.
They all tried to free themselves at once but the chaos only hindered their escape. Soon a human boy loomed over them, "Looks like monkey and frogs for dinner Pa."
After he turned two years old the young monkey decided to wander away from the close eye of his mother. He began to realize that there was so much more to the world than what he'd already seen. He found snails on rocks and eels in the lakes. There were birds larger that him that flew overhead and ants he could barely see beneath him.
He ventured so far that he couldn't remember how to get home. Darkness fell and he became frightened. All of the sounds had changed and were foreign to him. He could feel the blades of grass brushing against him in the wind but couldn't see them. He did not sleep until the sun rose.
As he awoke around midday he began to contemplate his position and how to return to the his mother. While he was pondering this dilemma a small frog approached him from behind. Without any warning the frog jumped and landed on the monkey's head. The monkey began to panic, swatting constantly to remove the frog from his head with no luck. Finally he had worn himself out to the point that he collapsed.
It was in this moment of weakness that the frog saw his opportunity. As soon as the ape hit the ground the frog began calling out with a deep "riiiiiiibbit". Only seconds passed before a large group of frogs began to appear. They encircled the poor monkey while all he could do was lay motionlessly.
They moved closer and closer in with every moment until they had covered the monkey as that no fur was exposed. The force of all the frogs on the monkey was making it difficult for him to breath. He struggled hard to force the frogs from his body long enough to catch one final glimpse of the sky before the frogs choked him to death.
The frogs then sat around laughing, relishing their victory over the ape. Their songs could be heard far and wide through the jungle. Until a loud crash echoed beneath the canopy. The sound stunned all the frogs and they didn't even realize that they had just been ensnared with a net.
They all tried to free themselves at once but the chaos only hindered their escape. Soon a human boy loomed over them, "Looks like monkey and frogs for dinner Pa."
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I think that I'm in love with Twitter
So Google news is great. I love Google and the news feature is one of the best sources for news out there, but I've started having an affair with Twitter. Google isn't the best for local news stories and I mean super local, like specific to my neighborhood. Twitter however is perfect for that. I was surprised that there are so many people out there tweetin' about local happens. Here are a few examples:
CDScanner
B-Town Blog
West Seattle Blog
I've also found it handy to follow politicians and political organizations:
George Stephanopoulos
Al Gore
NPR Politics
And then there is some stuff just for fun:
Pitchfork Media
Sounder News
BigBuckHunter
I guess what I'm saying is that Twitter isn't just for extreme voyeurs. There is a very practical use for this service (even though most of my tweets are just gibberish). If it sounds like something that you'd be interest in you can check out all the sources I follow by linking to my page.
CDScanner
B-Town Blog
West Seattle Blog
I've also found it handy to follow politicians and political organizations:
George Stephanopoulos
Al Gore
NPR Politics
And then there is some stuff just for fun:
Pitchfork Media
Sounder News
BigBuckHunter
I guess what I'm saying is that Twitter isn't just for extreme voyeurs. There is a very practical use for this service (even though most of my tweets are just gibberish). If it sounds like something that you'd be interest in you can check out all the sources I follow by linking to my page.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
An Old Familiar Place
Back at work today. It's been two and half weeks since I've been here. It's just as I remembered it. Nothing has changed. Well one thing changed. Both of my speakers are facing David. I just noticed that now. Hold on a sec...okay all is well, he never even used them...
SWINE FLU!!!! I hope that all of you are aware of H1N1 (aka Swine Flu). But at this point I'm not sure how you couldn't be. A lot of people are saying that this is getting blown out of proportion but I disagree. If they make a huge deal about this and it ends up fizzling they're going to take heat for over exaggerating the threat. But if they don't say enough and it turns into a full blown pandemic (ie 12 Monkeys) everyone is going to say they could have stopped it. So in the end I know it's obnoxious to hear about it all the time but it's better that dying a horrible death that could have been prevented. (That's what we have climate change for anyways)...
My apologies to the category winners of the Chili Cook Off, I haven't made the aprons up yet. I will be doing it in the near future...
I can't type very fast right now. I'm at about half speed. It's really irritating, so I think I'm going to stop this...
SWINE FLU!!!! I hope that all of you are aware of H1N1 (aka Swine Flu). But at this point I'm not sure how you couldn't be. A lot of people are saying that this is getting blown out of proportion but I disagree. If they make a huge deal about this and it ends up fizzling they're going to take heat for over exaggerating the threat. But if they don't say enough and it turns into a full blown pandemic (ie 12 Monkeys) everyone is going to say they could have stopped it. So in the end I know it's obnoxious to hear about it all the time but it's better that dying a horrible death that could have been prevented. (That's what we have climate change for anyways)...
My apologies to the category winners of the Chili Cook Off, I haven't made the aprons up yet. I will be doing it in the near future...
I can't type very fast right now. I'm at about half speed. It's really irritating, so I think I'm going to stop this...
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