justsomethoughts...

stone

2010-08-31T10:06:00.004-04:00

what does one say,
when there is nothing to say
when the expressions well up on the inside,
but don't even have enough strength to make it out of parted lips
when one is simply too tired to live
when silence will not suffice,
but the words wont either
when angers are dull axes
hacking away at the inside of a mind
concussing blows
that will neither cease pounding away at that which holds them,
nor slice their home open and make their way out
free

these lines on my face
my soul's impotent rebellion

late

2010-08-12T13:15:00.003-04:00

it is done
the beginning
has begun
and so we have ended
these juxtapositions
trite
there will be more
words
for now
this will suffice
i'm not well
but there is too late
and it will be
soon

one degree of separation

2010-07-16T15:12:00.002-04:00

i would ask you why
you did it
but I cant
I couldn't even ask you
why you would
because I had no idea
you would
nor, it seems
did anyone else
now
there are only questions
a gaping hole
recently filled
with nothing at all

know

2010-07-08T15:29:00.002-04:00

and before this all goes away
before you go away
know
that you were my beacon
you were my island
you were my door
you were my light
you were my window
you were my key
you were my paper
you were my mouth
you were my hands
you were my sign
you were my hope

2010-05-11T17:14:00.000-04:00

he stands on the edge of the triangular shaped divide
where the road branches off into two
both going in the same direction
uptown
one to east side and one to the west
leaning forward
torward the oncoming traffic
he holds a weathered book in his hands
his breath makes strange shapes in the air
clouds
that hover for a moment
before being swooshed away by the hordes of cars flying by
there is no anger
serenity on a freezing concrete
and palpable belief
he paces back and forth
eyes shut tight
then wide open
the shut tight again

i'm transfixed
i wish it were simply
fixed

the machine

2010-05-10T17:17:00.002-04:00

and when i only speak so that you can answer
i know that i love you more than i could ever imagine
more than i could hope to express
only to clench my fists and make a guttural sound
something animal
something primal
something
bordering on painful

2010-05-08T13:30:00.001-04:00

it began with a single heartbeat
i wish i could say i knew
but sitting there
then
i knew that i didnt
know

a friday 55 - my first ever. be gentle.

2010-05-07T15:44:00.003-04:00

Climbing out
Crawling
Grit
Scraping
Tears
Moist
Adjusting
Twitching
Still
Spent
Standing
Wobbly
Sniffing
Touching
Precipice
Steady
Steady
Steady
No pathos
No quarter
Quite Suddenly
Rising
Filling
Flowing
Out
And over
Forcefully
Past
Tremendous

Eyes
Clouds
Mist covered valley
Stars
Sand
Open
Knowing
Together
Broken
Chords
Broken
Harmonies
Broken wings
Dragging
Tears
Black
Ebbing
Free

blindness

2010-05-06T17:37:00.002-04:00

i would say
no you cant
or
no you wont
or
no you wouldnt
or something like that
when you see the blackness
and the need
and the twisted black and silver wreckage
and you'll still say
you would

but you haven't seen

occam's razor

2010-05-05T10:45:00.000-04:00

how many throats has it cut ?
how many wrists has it slit ?

time

2010-05-04T18:02:00.000-04:00

your time
was another time
and now, another's time
and it's all taken
now
but you seem happy
to be possessed
so
what have i to say
this is your choice

2010-04-30T18:21:00.000-04:00

we stood there together
the begining
knowing that when one made a decision
the other would follow
of that there was really no question
only the direction
and that made the choosing
less of a sentence

benevolence

2010-04-29T17:20:00.000-04:00

the drum beats
in time
the melody
out of it
the drum stops
to give the melody a chance
to compose itself

it begins again
assured
synchopating

for you

2010-04-28T17:15:00.000-04:00

i hope for you
and i hope
for you
for your sake i hope
for you
i hope
this will never sound right
and be everything
i intend for it to be

hiatus explained

2010-04-27T18:56:00.004-04:00

first,
thank you all for your kind words
i really appreciate them

now the explanation

it got to be a bit overwhelming to think of things to post
and the ones that i did post had a certain tone that i wasn't thrilled with
and most importantly, what got overwhelming was finding myself feeling compelled to read everyone else's blogs and comment on them

so i am embarking on a new journey

i will try to;

write as often as i can
not feel guilty about the "down"
visit other's blogs as often as i can
de-pressurize myself

i'm going to try to let my blog be itself and let them fall where they may

so here's to a new day...

in the beginning

2010-01-30T06:14:00.000-05:00

he was your desire
you made it so
made him so
in your image
a god
among gods
brutally so

brilliance

2010-01-29T10:28:00.002-05:00

yep
plain and simple
this is what writing is supposed to look like
and do
and feel

enjoy

stuck here

2010-01-28T16:29:00.000-05:00

sitting by the light
flickering
thoughts
trying to make it right
trying to make it sound like
you might want
to answer me

broken

2010-01-27T17:17:00.002-05:00

running now
broken indeed
read
past tense
a warning
never heeded
tomorrow has stolen my light
so it's no surprise
borrowed
out of breath
i would believe
if i could
not falling
climbing down
hand over hand

this is not a post about another good song

2010-01-26T17:05:00.001-05:00

though streets of philadelphia is definitely an example of one

this post is about more words
and here they are

*****************

and this is a sort of revenge
i know it is
and the need for it
more than it itself
makes me angry
but there is nothing else
to take its place
despite its leaving me
more empty
than empty

the sky

2010-01-24T21:00:00.000-05:00

is burnin'
i believe my soul is on fire

i guess you can start here

then in the search box type in the words "bad company"
then click on the first bad company that shows up (the top one)
then scroll down and find "burning sky"
on the album entitled "merchants of cool"

this has been another public service announcement

a wish

2010-01-23T07:05:00.002-05:00

i wish i could let go of you
today
because i know you have
of me
and all the praying
and the hoping
and all that shit
it hasnt changed a damned thing
you've killed me
and though i'm no fool
i've come back
a thousand times
and i'm tired
i'm so tired
but you wont let me let go
because it's yours
only yours
to give
and you dont
love me
you dont

brownsville girl - bob dylan - a public service

2010-01-22T12:02:00.002-05:00

the song is "brownsville girl"
its by bob dylan
and its on the album entitled "knocked out loaded"

not everyone is a dylan fan
i understand this
hell, i'm not such a big dylan fan myself

but this song, it's something to listen to

oh c'mon
you dont have 4 minutes for me?
if you dont like it after 4 minutes you can shut it off.

i cant describe the melody because, well, you cant really describe a melody in words
but its really good
the backup singers are splendid

and now we get to the lyrics
i will reprint a few of them
if this isnt enough to whet your app petite, you can move along to something funnier and more insightful in bloggland

you know what? forget it
i'm gonna print the whole damned thing
you can read it if you want

***************************

Brownsville Girl
Well, there was this movie I seen one time,
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck.
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself.
The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck.
Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp
as the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath.
Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square,
I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death.
Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain.
You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart.
The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train.
I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet
Ah, but you were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel.
Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton'
And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft.
Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back.
I would have gone on after you but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off.
Well, we're drivin' this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies,
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul.
But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood anymore to remember the times when I was your only man
And she don't want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of control.
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.
Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo
We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live.
He owned a wreckin' lot outside of town about a mile.
Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back.
She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust.
She said, "Henry ain't here but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while."
Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started.
But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up.
She said, "Welcome to the land of the living dead." You could tell she was so broken-hearted.
She said, "Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt."
"How far are y'all going?" Ruby asked us with a sigh.
"We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn,
'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies."
Ruby just smiled and said, "Ah, you know some babies never learn."
Something about that movie though, well I just can't get it out of my head
But I can't remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play.
All I remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin' my way.
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.
Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour.
I was crossin' the street when shots rang out.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
"We got him cornered in the churchyard," I heard somebody shout.
Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune. Underneath it, it said, "A man with no alibi."
You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you.
Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears,
It was the best acting I saw anybody do.
Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.
Oh if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now.
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much. I could feel a whole lot better,
If you were just here by my side to show me how.
Well, I'm standin' in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck,
Yeah, but you know it's not the one that I had in mind.
He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about
But I'll see him in anything so I'll stand in line.
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.
You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned.
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn't Henry Porter.
And you know there was somethin' about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left behind in the French Quarter.
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.
I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone.
You always said people don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent.
And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby, and let's hope that the roof stays on."
There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice.
I don't remember who I was or where I was bound.
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun and he was shot in the back.
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down.
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

looking back

2010-01-19T17:20:00.001-05:00

you never write
you never visit
you never call
there is nothing
so empty
as a mirror

thus far

2010-01-18T19:22:00.003-05:00

singing a song
about grace
and being found
and all the while
looking more lost
than i
thought possible
on this earth
and later
i thought
that maybe
he wasnt

away

2010-01-17T12:29:00.002-05:00

for me, it's always been the last lines
this time it's the first two

i am away
my eyes are lost
i know this
what could be
isnt necessarily what should be
i have lived
long enough
to know this
but it is what could be
in the realm of possible
and for this
i cry

buysexual

2010-01-16T21:30:00.003-05:00

a friend of mine was reading a book. (claire voyant - saralee rosenberg. must give credit where it is due.)
i cant tell you what its about
i dont know, and i didnt ask
but she laughed out loud
so of course i asked what was funny
so she said that a character in the book said of another that she was bisexual

2nd person: what?!
1st person: yeah. as long as i'd buy things for her, she was sexual.

now, if i was actually reading the book, i wouldnt admit to it
no matter how good the line was
but i wasnt
so i can blog about it while still keeping my manliness

mad lib

2010-01-15T13:03:00.002-05:00

i jogged for ____ minutes today during which time i covered ___ miles and thus burned ____ calories.

i say, why bother filling it in at all?

ok. this week wasnt as bad as a three month dry spell i had for the months of october november and december.
yes
i should be ashamed of myself
you are right
but i successfully convinced myself that it was too cold outside
and it was

now i go to a place with lots of exercise equipment strewn around
i forget what it's called
at a rather ungodly hour
and it's still very cold outside

its the almonds i tell you!

and i love jim croce
i'm just throwing it in there

more swearing

2010-01-14T16:06:00.000-05:00

i would swear, on most things holy, that i used to think that the handicapped sign on the bathroom door was telling everyone what was supposed to be done in that room.
specifically, i thought it was a crude drawing of a toilet.
and i wondered why they had to tell people what to do in there.
like any of us thought "hey! i wonder if thats the door to the carnival!"

now many alert readers (to borrow a phrase from dave barry) would ask me why i didnt wonder why that same sign was in parking lots all over the place
and i have no good answer
and no. i didnt think that they were suggesting that everyone drop trou and do their thing right in front of your local supermarket
i guess i just didnt put two and two together
they thought i was bright back in the day
little did they know....

ghosts

2010-01-13T19:34:00.001-05:00

they had a name
when they were alive
how does it disappear
so quickly
i entertained the thought
many times
of forgetting
but it doesnt go away
i push the button
the bell rings
and down i go
and all that ends well
is not well

ha. ha. ha.

2010-01-12T17:42:00.005-05:00

i wrote this a while back
it was the end of a relationship
it surprises me in terms of its upbeat tone
whatever
i'll take the upbeat tone
i can use it

**********************

and if there really is no place for us
thats alright
and surprisingly
i find that i am at peace with that
given the choice again
i would choose
the same
and i am the reason
this time
an aberration
but i haven't stopped growing
and this seems tot be part of the process
mostly introspective
and it's turning out to be not that bad a place after all
maybe it never really was

yeterday's news

2010-01-11T17:49:00.004-05:00

the obituary is a few weeks too late
but that time has afforded me a luxury
i have read what others have written
and the grief has had time to ferment and mature
and it has settled itself in a fashion
what i have arrived at may sound no different
indeed, it may not be different at all
but my eyes are tearing as i write
so i know i'm still there

staring at the keyboard wont get me a title. ok. i'm leaving this space blank.

2010-01-07T16:18:00.004-05:00

and though i both tire and despair
i am back where i began
with less determination
less hope
sleep will elude me
as it does
but hopefully for only a short while longer
and so i dedicate this time to you
to us
to freedom from the future
and at this juncture
where there is nothing left but tomorrow
i join with you
in quiet celebration
of yesterday

word verifications

2010-01-05T19:25:00.002-05:00

so mine was "resturb"
i wonder if that's being disturbed yet again...

anyway...

this is diane
you should go visit her and see what all the hype is about
yes. it's all related.

***************

the questions
asked
wordlessly
to another
chosen
tired
nameless
defeated
proud
nowhere
hurt
hungry
still
tired
out
of order
these are the answers

something worth considering...

2010-01-03T17:06:00.002-05:00

no i wasn't paid for this
it is a public service announcement
out of the kindness of my heart

stop snickering dammit!

blue diamond makes various flavored almonds
i tasted the smokehouse ones (and they are worth looking into)
but that was before i met the wasabi and soy sauce almonds
ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner

wow

something more upbeat

2010-01-01T15:11:00.002-05:00

hooray!

i sat on top of the slide last night
thinking
that if places have energy
this would be a most joyous place
this would be a place of dreams
and that in the evenings
out of the sight
of the ever-watchful probing eye
they roam free
in little pink sundresses and little tan shorts
so i slid down and wiped wiped off the day's rain
and made room for the prophets of tomorrow

what i have become

2009-12-31T16:15:00.002-05:00

less than what i once was
in many respects
and also more
and for every time
by myself
that i was connected
by others
i have been cut loose
and this sin
as viewed by another
a crime i committed
with no malice
will be my warrant
but i never meant it to be so
there is more than words
if only you understood

this one is rather dusty...

2009-12-30T15:13:00.002-05:00

i wrote this a long time ago
and it does seem rather sophomoric now
but i'm posting it anyway
because i still love the last sentence

i got caught on a branch
as i was drifting along
and you came to see
so i tied myself to you
for a while
understanding what it meant
feeling what it was like
to be still
and then you went
so i cut myself loose
and i drifted on
its different though
to know what the feeling is like
i liked being still
growing restless at times
and your devastatingly soft hand on my face
that look in your eyes
i think about it
as i hoist the sails of another morning

mr milller, your title, please.....?

2009-12-29T11:35:00.002-05:00

a few times
i stole a glance
at you
stealing a glance
at me
and it looked
as if maybe
you thought
i was happier than you
and i would love
to have the opportunity
to tell you
that it isn't so.

a title ? you want a title ?!

2009-12-27T14:53:00.005-05:00

i'm not so good with the whole title thing...

please tell me
when you are done
when you've had enough
of me
of this perpetual mangling
of my core
i dont want to think any more
about finally being over
only to be thrust again
into this hell
i will sit quietly
.
my last request
is only that you tell me
when enough
for you
is truly enough

sumpthin'

2009-12-26T18:50:00.003-05:00

and though i never had the conversation
i had already envisioned
how it would end
a thousand roads
leading up to the words
"i understand,
you are free."

i can post this

2009-12-23T16:04:00.000-05:00

noone will know...

the light
so bright
so painful
only when
staring
everything
gets hazy
and white
only then
i see
you
though not clearly
again
and i'm never sure
if it's me
or if it's you

a little smackerel of something

2009-12-22T15:04:00.001-05:00

a far away look
into the future
or the past
and if it doesn’t matter
which one
then we have reached
the vanishing point

simple

2009-12-21T10:31:00.000-05:00

the butt of our first cigarette together
the frayed map of the city
the business card of the café
a bracelet I never wore
letters
from everyone back home
asking me what the hell I was doing there
and when was I going to come home
my box
of belief
the only thing I keep
to tell me that it isn’t a dream
wasn’t a dream

just some writing

2009-12-20T18:18:00.000-05:00

slight
and not here
always there
anywhere
but here
begininning
almost at the end
trying to take a place
that could never be taken
not with clothing
not with song

too far

2009-12-16T22:37:00.003-05:00

too far to be angry
too far to care
too far to be disgusted
only tired
scratchy voice
when the sun is fading
agreeable
toothless
resigned
this is not the way i remember
you
you with fire
you with anger
you with spite
you with clear eyes
you with conviction
you with strength
you with no quarter asked
you with a future
you with hope
you with arrogance
you with youth

but that could never be...

2009-12-10T19:24:00.002-05:00

yeah it's a good song
the lyrics are better than the melody
so says i
one mustn't neccesarily agree with me
but if you do get turned off by the music, at least read the lyrics
ok
'nuff preaching, right ?
onward!

beautiful by joydrop

If i was beautiful like you
all the things I would do
Those not so blessed
would be crying out murder
And I'd just laugh
And get away with it too
Like you do

If i was beautiful like you
I would never be at fault
I would walk in the rain
between the raindrops
Bringing traffic to a halt

But that can never be
that will never, never be
Cause i'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me

If i was beautiful like you
I'd be quick to assume
They'd do anything to please me
At night I see their reaction
when you walk into the room

But that can never be
that will never, never be
Cause i'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me

Beautiful
beautiful like me
like me
like me

If i was beautiful like you
I'd have so many friends
Always fighting for my time
to be next in line
So if i hurt one
i wouldnt have to make amends

That can never be
that will never never be
Cause i'm not beautiful like you
i'm not beautiful like you
i'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me

beautiful like me
beautiful like me
I'm beautiful like me
I'm beautiful like me

weakly reader

2009-12-09T18:10:00.001-05:00

vodkamom wrote something about weekly readers
so yeah.
we used to get 'em.
but i'll be perfectly candid, i never read them.
good books, i'm sure.
never read 'em.
why, you ask ?
because i actually COULDN'T READ that well.
and i thought it said weakly reader .
now, i was young when i started reading (they thought i was gifted back in the day), so when i saw the weekly reader i said "i'll be damned if i'm gonna read one of those".
y'all aint callin' this hea reader a weakly reader.
aint nuthin' weak about my readin'.
pshaw.

so i missed out on a lot of good books.
oh well.
i've spent the better part of my adulthood catching up.
may explain a thing or two...

did i ask too much

2009-12-08T19:42:00.002-05:00

more than a lot
you gave me nothing,
now it's all i've got.

one - U2

not the classic version, but i like it anyway.
change of pace.
sue me.
i've got a lawyer.
no i dont.

so anyway...

and maybe you just need a friend

2009-11-30T14:40:00.003-05:00

as clumsy as you've been
there's no one laughing

good song

clumsy - our lady peace

should post all the lyrics
but for some reason it never seems to work and it's rather tedious
not such a fast typist am i

anyway...

because

2009-11-17T19:42:00.002-05:00

because there's not much to say
when all the faces are smiling
and no one is talking
and the darkness seems to exist only for me
and only around me
and i see a dark skinned girl fixing her hair
and i wonder where i'm going
and why i'm going there
and then i realize
that there is no point
other than the promises i made
and that they were a big mistake
and that behind me is gray water
and clouds

a curious question

2009-11-06T13:52:00.004-05:00

i keep getting pop-up ads that offer some variation of -

"turn yourself into a caricature!"

or

"become a cartoon!"

um....yeah.
i really dont think need help in that department.

thangyooverimuuuuusch.

here lies the charlatan

2009-11-05T09:19:00.004-05:00

how sad, that he never was who he was.
he was always someone else.
how sad, that he never went to the places he wanted to go.
he was always somewhere else.
never ate the foods.
never drank the drinks.
never danced the dances.
never told anyone who he really was.
how sad, that he lived in fear of being discovered.
what a shame, that he never spoke the words he wanted to say.
and never said them the way he wanted to.
what a shame, that he sat at his desk, paralyzed.
what a shame, that he penned this eulogy in the prime of his life.
with the colored ink he so adored.
at a job that made him more money than most.
with a family that loved him.
with fine clothing, fine food, and a fine home.
what a shame, that in his quest to be all things to all people, he was little to himself.

tmi

2009-11-04T10:18:00.005-05:00

an acronym for "too much information".
perhaps this is.

anyway, dont say you weren't warned.

so continuing on this personal grooming issue, i asked a family member to purchase a bottle of shampoo for me as they were going store.
fine.
pert plus if they have it.
smelled it and wanted to try it.
ok.
they came back with a bottle and i used it.
then my head started burning.

the roof! the roof! the roof is on fai-yuh!
we dont need no water, let...

so i take a look at the bottle and lo and behold it is pert plus FRESH.
refreshing menthol.

now, i dont like refreshing mentholated anything.
not smokes, when i smoked.
not drinks.
not vicks vapo-rub.
not ben-gay.
nothing.
sports injuries had to be suffered through.
the only thing minty, is gum and toothpaste.

and the worst part about the experience was (you were warned), that water - like most other substances - is affected by gravity.
the course that it takes down a person's body in the shower is varied. depending on body structure/type and gender i suppose.
but this lather found it's way down to... lets just say i was tingling in the wrong places.

ok.

no more pert plus fresh for me.

nothing to do with taste

2009-11-02T22:21:00.002-05:00

aquafresh toothpaste.

i'm not impressed.
back to crest i go.
or even colgate if necessary.

and it's extreme clean.
not just any clean is this aquafresh.
it's extreme.

and this is the part that got me thinking.
it's not called original flavor.
or original formula.
no.
this is (drum roll please...)
the original experience.

that what now?
this is toothpaste we're talking about, right?

i guess i'm just not a marketing guru.
and it tastes like the fragrance of cheap toilet bowl cleaner.

i'm on the...

2009-10-30T14:06:00.002-04:00

Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride

(just had a bowl of ice cream with granola and cherries.
nuuuuuyce.)

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

(i need to go buy some beer.
the supply is low and the troops' morale is low as well.)

i'm on the highway to hell!
(repeat as needed)

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round

(it's sunny out.
which is good.
especially after all the dreary weather we've been having.)

Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land

i'm on the highway to hell!
(more reps equals bigger muscles)
[please say the above with the ahhnuld accent - as in da tumuhnatuh]

yeah, so, anyway...

southern cross

2009-10-28T21:33:00.000-04:00

crosby still and nash.

yeah.
thats a REALLY good song.
and you can see a live version here.
and then there's the album version. which is softer and truer somehow.
anyway, i really like some of the lyrics.

my favorite you ask?

"So I'm sailing for tomorrow
My dreams are a dyin'
And my love is an anchor tied to you
Tied with a silver chain

I have my ship
And all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left
And music is her name."

ok. the truth is that there are a very bunch of good lines in this song
and you just might want to go look at them all.

muchas smooches
(courtesy of bill waterson of calvin and hobbes fame)

is it just me,

2009-10-26T21:45:00.001-04:00

or does it seem like the word verifications required for entering a comment these days are approaching war-and-peace length ?

the dangerous thing about giving out one's cell phone number to clients is that they may use it.
with alarming frequency.
unlimited talk for me doesn't mean that i want to be talked to unlimitedly. i should tell them...

sooooo......

2009-10-23T13:04:00.004-04:00

i lived in a basement for a while while trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life.
i've since moved, but i'm still not sure what to do with the rest of my life.
anyway, i changed locations because i couldn't listen to the landlord's daughter play fur elise one more time.
she obviously took lessons.
and it seems that this song was the only number the teacher taught her.
no scales. no arpeggios. no nothing.
just radio WFFE. all fur elise, all the time.
i mean i thought of many ways to get her to stop.

1. banging on the ceiling every time she started.
2. cutting a hole in the floor around the damned piano.
3. playing my guitar on the highest volume.
4. with full distortion.
5. camping outside most evenings.
6. proposing marriage contingent on her ceasing and desisting.

i didnt do any of those.
i chose the path of least resistance.
and moved.

ok. there were other reasons.
i didnt like living underground.
i suppose we all get there one day, but i preferred to spend my living years above it.

all's well that ends well.
but then i had to remodel the home i moved into.
and THAT my friends, is a whole other post.

what music does for me

2009-10-23T12:34:00.005-04:00

Livin' my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sun shine in 3 damn days

so anyway...
trying to get a bit more personal on this thing.
but it's hard.
at least it is for me.
so i thought about lyrics.
and the ability they have to express what i might be feeling at a given moment.
it's a smorgasbord of thoughts and feelings we can choose from to give the inside and the outside a little synchronicity.
that's why we turn on the radio and flip through the stations.
or sit back in an easy chair with a drink.
or go to bar and get crazy.

Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways

as you can plainly see, kid rock and sheryl crow are running through my mind right now.
about sums things up for the moment.

I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her

yeah.
thats about right.

so anyway,
have a good weekend all.

p.s. i cant not post the rest of the song.
and i thought it would be cheap to use it as another post.
yeah. i'm weird that way.
plus it ends on a more hopeful note.

so anyway, here it is.

I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half hearted smiles tell me
Somethin' just ain't right

I been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights

I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him

I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same old same "How have you been?"
Since you been gone my world's been dark & grey

You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were comin' home to stay
I was headed to church
I was off to drink you away

I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way

I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I just called to say, I love you, come back home

wha?

2009-10-22T19:37:00.004-04:00

i lived in denver for two years.
then i came back to the east coast.
not much happened in between.
but i digress.
so i came back to the east coast and planted myself in the city of new york.
i was walking with a friend one day and we passed a crew working on something in the street. my friend started chatting with one of the workers (i dont recall what about or why), and somehow in the course of the conversation mentioned that i had recently returned from denver.
so this guy leans on his shovel and says "denvuh? whiz dat? somwhiz in joizy?"

i love new york.

lived there for 5 years.
but that's another story for another time
now go to bed.
good night.
i dont want to hear another sound out of any of you!

for the love of a

2009-10-21T22:52:00.005-04:00

kind and merciful GOD.
would someone please give me a topic.
or many topics.
anything.
i'm desperate.
ok.
not THAT desperate, but you get the idea.

thank you.

me head aches

2009-10-19T20:21:00.001-04:00

once I was drunk with together
now I’m just drunk
spinning around
clutching a flower
choices
what it was
then
isn’t enough
now
it does me well
to believe that
the music plays
a face appears
one that I know
will kill me
one day
i’d rather not wait

kahlua

2009-10-18T11:07:00.002-04:00

with cream.
or a white russian.
i like them.

was over at a friend of mine this weekend and he made his own version of kahlua.
don't know exactly what possessed him to do it, but i'm glad he did.
it might even be better than the original.
involved some stoli vanil and sugar and espresso from starbucks.
not sure what else (if anything).

good stuff.

then of course there was the beer...

knock knock

2009-10-16T12:41:00.002-04:00

who's there ?
lion.
lion who ?
lion only gets me a spanking.

i'll be here all week !

ok.
that's bad.
i know.

anyway, in few short hours it will time to drink some beer.
this is good.

there's little

2009-10-15T17:19:00.005-04:00

that i enjoy so much as a shirt that fits.
i mean really fits.
not the 32/33 kind of thing.
exact measurements.
it's one of those things that gives me a special sort of satisfaction every time i take it off the hanger.

bar b q

2009-10-14T20:10:00.003-04:00

why do i eat three times my body weight in protein during these gastronomic orgies ?
i dont know.
probably has something to do with cavemen and saber tooth tigers.
and at some point tonight i might swear that i will be a vegan for the next 3 years.
or until sometime next week.
or tomorrow.

oh right

2009-10-13T22:02:00.002-04:00

as if you didn't ask....

i'm having a bag of frozen cauliflower and fresh mushrooms boiled in some bought mushroom barley soup. the mushroom part does sound rather redundant, but hey, i'm hungry and this doesnt make me feel like i ate too much. yet again. so thats nice for a change.

anyway, further bulletins as events warrant.

now i'm off to see what the smart people are saying.

i cant resist

2009-09-29T12:29:00.002-04:00

i know this will lose me a lot of freinds, but i just thought of this and absolutely had to share.
blame it on earl

what did one clam say to the other ?
"shut the shell up!"

a little something

2009-09-29T11:53:00.003-04:00

so i wrote this here
and i decided to re-post it on my blog.
and here it is.

when i look toward the light
you see only my silhouette
black
and you question
i have no answers
for you
only that i see color
and when i turn around
i only see you

ok
so thats that
funner things to follow

why is it...

2009-09-24T23:41:00.002-04:00

that i seem to find myself more witty when responding and/or commenting on someone elses blog than my own.
fodder for the pen/keyboard perhaps? i dont know. but this is all to say that "i got nuthin'".
cause i dont.
tomorrow is another day
good night
and good luck

amazing grace

2009-09-23T19:25:00.003-04:00

how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
i once was lost, but now am found
was blind but now i see

twas grace that taught my heart to fear
and grace my fears relieved
how precious did that grace appear
the hour i first believed

through many dangers toils and snares
i have already come
tis grace has brought me safe thus far
as long as life endures

yea when this flesh and heart shall fail
and mortal life shall cease
i shall possess within the veil
a life of joy and peace

when we've been thee ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun
we've no less days to sing god's praise
than when we've first begun

*************************************

so this song makes me cry
there
yes
cry
and i'm not terribly interested in the religious overtones/undertones.
i just love the song
i think of the grace mentioned as that which is found in nature, my fellow man, poetry, love, etc.

but (!), the lyrics are actually the (much) smaller part of it.
the lyrics are not nearly as powerful for me as the melody is.
and THAT i cannot explain.
the melody makes me cry. i said that already, didn't i...
it makes me think of my F---ed-up-ness, and looking up to the sky and crying.\, wishing i had answers.

that's about as personal as i've ever been on here.
if you must laugh, please do so quietly :)

birds

2009-09-21T19:50:00.002-04:00

by sir elton john

i can only type the chorus cause it takes too damn long to type the whole thing out, and for some reason i'm not being allowed to cut and paste
(i know. i'm a tech ignoramus... and a slow typer-ist)

how come birds dont fall,

from the sky when they die ?

how come birds always look,

for a quiet place to hide?

these words can't explain,

what i feel inside.

like birds i need a quiet place to hide.

ok raise your hand if you've heard that song already
anyone....? anyone.....? buehler...? buehler....?

i heard it a long time ago
then i looked for it again because it settled in my head one day
and the lyrics (the rest of them as well) are really pure poetry
worth looking at
and the song is great too
really worth a listen (give it about 3 seconds to start)

please insert something witty and engaging

2009-09-18T12:22:00.006-04:00

stuff happens.
i haven't been on here in a very long time.
like since january.
and every time i thought to come back, i felt really bad as i hadn't in a long time.
so i didnt.
and then this cycle repeated itself many many many times.
it came mostly from watching other people consistently come up with gems.
almost every day.
and my not having material and/or finding the time to make it happen.
and the commitment i felt and couldnt live up to.
bla-bitty-blah-blah-blah.
perhaps that makes a bit of sense to some of you.
i get too carried away with things (particularly ones that i like and care about) and they take up tremendous amounts of time. too much. and then it's all or nothing.
a horrible disease.

anyway, i decided to get over it.

for today.

we'll see what tomorrow brings.

for now i am going to be content with saying hello.

and saying that i've missed y'all.

and now let me post this before i lose my nerve.

more music

2009-01-12T19:09:00.000-05:00

i like to blog. i just need more things to blog about. luckily for me, there seems to be an inexhaustible supply of songs that i like. so that'll do for today.

our lady peace.
great band.
never got enough play.

the song is entitled "4AM"

good story behind the song too.

anyway, here it is...

lyric are really worth reading too.

*************************************

I walked around my good intentions
And found that there were none
I blame my father for the wasted years
We hardly talked
I never thought I would forget this hate
Then a phone call made me realize I'm wrong

If I don't make it Know that
I've loved you all along
Just like sunny days that We ignore
because We're all dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out what's wrong

I walked around my room not thinking
Just sinking in this box
I blame myself for being too much
Like somebody else
I never thought I would just bend this way
Then a phone call made me realize I'm wrong

If I don't make it
Know that I've loved you all along
Just like sunny days that We ignore
because We're all dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out what's wrong

If I don't make it
Know that I've loved you all along
Just like sunny days that We ignore
because We're all dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out what's wrong

And If I don't make it
Know that I've loved you all along
Just like sunny days that We ignore
because We're all dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out...

*******************************************

an award

2009-01-11T14:27:00.000-05:00

from the one and only comedy goddess

while i am grateful, i wont be passing it on as i dont think fellow bloggers are particularly anxious to get awards from me. my blogfidence (yes. a new term i just coined. feel free to steal it and give me credit :) is not at an all-time high.
but i'll do the rules as far as posting 10 honest/true things about me

1. i like smoking. i keep starting and quitting. and i'm trying to get into running again. those two seem to be mutually exclusive. when i do smoke its only 4-5 a day. but its still smoking. and when i say "quit" i mean for 7 months or so. its not a one week on one week off kind of thing.

2. i like drinking. most times for the taste and sometimes for the effect. and i do smoke considerably more when partaking of the sauce.

3. i love writing. i tried to make a poetry blog. and despite the great quote (cyril connolly?) that its "better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self", i was still disappointed. and i probably shouldnt let it dissuade me, but i think it has.

4. giants - mets - rangers - knicks. there were times in my life when i was more of a fan. i missed most of my sisters wedding. she was married the day the rangers won the stanley cup. i was in my uncle's car in the parking lot listening to the game with my cousin. i am in a total of three wedding pictures. three. i wouldnt lie about something like that. nor would my parents.

5. my parents say they are proud of the way i turned out. sometimes i wonder. and i honestly hope my children wont be anything like me.

6. i have never thought people hurting themselves or making spectacles of themselves was funny. maybe i'm not a real man. dont care. never thought it was funny. not even when i was a little kid.

7. i dont think one can really have too many pairs of underwear. i mean 30 of each is not unreasonable. and i dont know when the word underwear came to mean bottoms. what are the tops called ?! underpants + undershirts = underwear. underwear = what you wear underneath (if you do. and i'm not getting into that right now). and they are both underwear. i dont know why this bothers me, but it does.

8. little things bother me more than big things.

9. to follow closely to number 8 (and again doubting my manhood), i dont give a damn if someone hits my car. i dont have road rage but i do assert myself when necessary and if someone is edging into my lane and they dont belong doing so, i will stay in it. i dont care if they hit my car. i'm not attached to it. maybe because i only paid 30K for it and not 90. dont know. dont care.

10. i have ADD. and i know that there are many people out there that dont believe that this is a true disorder. that kids (and adults) that have it (really have it. not the BS diagnoses) just need a slap in the rear. tell it to the people that have it.

not the funnniest post ever.
i'll have something better later today or tomorrow.
hopefully.

all this talk of drink...

2009-01-11T13:30:00.000-05:00

reminds me of a sign i saw in an elderly italian neighbors kitchen.
it said:

"i often cook with wine. sometimes i even put it in my food."

nice.

weekend was a wild one.
ok.
it wasnt really that wild. but i survived and i am able to stand. and talk about it. and i feel good about that.

i'm not fond of white wine. i'm just not.
i am, however, fond of a good rib roast.
ahhh.....

wow
pretty boring stuff.
i'll have to go out and do something blogworthy.
then get bailed out of jail and write about it.

very clean credit cards

2009-01-09T13:36:00.000-05:00

so yes.
i'm a guy.
i think that's been established already.
being of the aforementioned gender, i have certain policies when it comes to laundering clothing.
and they go like this:
*wash in warm
*dry on medium

if it doesn't come out looking (more or less) like the way it went in, it wasn't meant to be.
simple but effective.
i cant do clothing labels.
i've had stuff shrink to the size of a ken doll. that's fine. wasn't meant t be.
this is not to say i don't own suits and ties and shirts that are dry clean only.
i work at a office. i'm stuck with that S---
but for everything else, there's tide
yes.
only tide
that's my mother's fault
i dont think the universe would be ok if i used anything but tide. occasionally she would use cheer, so i allow myself that indiscretion from time to time.

all this is to say that i recently left my wallet and important papers in my pants pocket when it went into the wash
the papers? they are no more
which is a real pisser. i had so much important info on them its not even worth thinking about cause it will only make me more upset.
the credit cards (although canceled because i thought they were stolen and searched pretty frantically for them for the better part of 2 hours) are very very clean.

now i just need to call the companies and have them reinstate them
or whateveritisithattheydo.

factory serviced or whateverthehellitscalled

2009-01-06T13:40:00.000-05:00

so, i'm not that into cars.
actually i'm not into cars at all.
i bought a new one in '06 so i wouldnt have to worry about it.
at all.
so of course all i do is change the oil every 3500 miles or so and wait till i hear nasty noises coming whenever i brake.
i'd been hearing those noises for the better part of about three weeks now. i did the same thing last time (waited three weeks after i started hearing the noises) and found out that if you dont get the brakes done on time, you hit the rotors. so i did that last time. and of course i did it again this time.
i dont like changing good habits.
last time i went to the local toyota pepole and they were kind enough to charge me about $600 for the whole thing.
nice.
this time i went to a local repair shop cause i dont like making appointments and stuff (more good habits. i know). they charged me about $248 for the same job. i checked the bills and they did the same stuff. both times.

checked the brakes.
cleaned and reset (or whatever) the back brakes.
replaced the front brakes.
replaced the front rotors.

oh. and the $248 included an oil change that i was due for.

i dont get it.

or is it something like a fool and his $ are soon parted...

bed of roses (ok. i tried again. it's supposedly orange this time..)

2009-01-02T14:17:00.000-05:00

by jon bon jovi

the lyrics are pure poetry
and the guitar work aint half bad...
what a great song.

i will have to post the lyrics for those that wont click on the you tube link
and i will even take the liberty of highlighting the ones that i find particularly amazing

and now that i'm done with the highlighting, i've realized that:

1. i cant see the highlighted parts very well at all because i'm colorblind

2. i ended up highlighting half the song

3. that last line in red is so amazing that its worth its own post

***************************

bed of roses - jon bon jovi

Sitting here wasted and wounded, at this old piano
Trying hard to capture the moment, this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares, I think she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head While we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe About love, the truth and what you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need

I want to lay you on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as
the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

Well I'm so far away That each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time Or it's hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper, baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as
the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crooked And she's giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

When you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight, I won't be alone But you know that don't Mean I'm not lonely (HOLY CRAP WHAT A LINE!!!!!!!!!!)
I've got nothing to prove For it's you that I'd die to defend

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

this ought to get me off the hook

2009-01-02T14:08:00.000-05:00

from posting tomorrow
but who am i fooling...

this is a great song
even the video is good.
and slash can play guitar like no one else.
or is it that no one else can play like slash...
no. they will never get back together.
and yes. chinese democracy stinks.
ok.

i mean, check out the solo at the 2:57 mark

and this is a long overdue caveat. i like the songs i talk about. not neccesarily the videos.
that was VERY important and i'm glad its out of the way.

so calvin,

2009-01-02T09:49:00.000-05:00

(of calvin and hobbes fame) is doing a crossword puzzle
apparently it asks for the name of some bird and there are only five boxes
he thinks the correct answer is "yellow bellied sapsucker" and comments to hobbes in disgust that the crossword puzzle people (idiots) make you cram all the letters into those boxes (or something like that).
this post by lee reminded me of it.
now that i've mauled the joke, if someone actually finds it they'll laugh twice.
once because it's funny, another at the way i described it.

HA! i found it
and here it is
its funny and its the bottom one on page 14
yes
its worth straining your neck for.

anyway, i must go do some work
for a change
no new years resolutions, but i would like to keep my job...

which reminds me of a sign i saw at an office i once visited. said something like "my boss pretends to pay me, and i pretend to work".

and thats all folks!

the dawn of a new year

2009-01-01T14:16:00.000-05:00

back in black. good AC/DC song
so is hells bells.

it's been too long.

lots of stuff going on.

so... i am commited to finding blogworthy material this year and really making a go of it.

why? because this is an awesome forum and i have "met" so many wonderful people and i'm not going to get all mushy and emotional about this. mostly because my blog is all about power tools and booty awards (i'll leave the spitting and fart jokes for someone else).

anyway, i'm psyched and i hope to do this.

nothing really bright or funny pr witty to say right now. just want to start '09 off with a post.

and here it is.

oh the weather outside is...

2008-12-25T13:51:00.000-05:00

downright weird.
been snowing, raining, then warming up to low-mid 50s (Fahrenheit for all those keeping score in the northern regions)

but i digress.
i dont think i've eaten a single nutritious thing in the past week and a half.
and now i'm happily munching on rice crispy candy. which, by the way. is what they serve in heaven in the waiting room. y'know, the kind with peanut butter and chocolate.

and i even went to work today to make some phone calls (read - leave voicemails) to people that were just about as interested in hearing from me as i was in speaking to them.
so all's well that ended well. no blood, no foul.

and, theres a party tonight that promises to have all kinds of nonsense going on. the good kind.
i have to go make something to eat.
i think i'll make a trifle. that nasty concoction of nuts, cake, whipped cream, chocolate of all kinds, mousse, etc.
i have no idea who thought of putting cake in all that goodness, but they were wrong. dead wrong. and i'm sorry for them and their families. i dont believe in cake. but i do believe this is a good song.
i like queensryche.
i like 80s music.
there.
i've said it.
and i'm not ashamed.

so i tried my razzle dazzle move

2008-12-22T20:52:00.001-05:00

to no avail.
ok.
i dont really have a practiced razzle-dazzle move (at least not with my male boss).
but anyway, my boss of two weeks (so far) didnt really give me much to work with.
y'know the busy-doing eight-other-things-whilst-glancing-my-way-once-or-twice-to-make-believe-he-actually-gives-a-horses-a$$-about-what-i-have-to-say bit.
needless to say, i didnt think that he was listening very well, so i just said something along the lines of "yeah, ok, mhm, alright, yeah".
and then promptly walked out the way i came in.
i think i'll try again tomorrow.
i do have a headache though.

so i ate a lot of ice cream today
again
and i will keep doing that until all of it is gone
and its good ice cream
it has raspberries in it.
five bars means my five servings of fruit!
i have this down to a science...

it's funny...

2008-12-21T10:40:00.000-05:00

actually, it's not funny at all, to be perfectly honest.

last night i was sitting at the computer, checking out the blogs that i follow, and making comments.
so i read the the first one and cant think of anything intelligent or funny to say. then something remotely witty dawns on me. think a little more. still cant think of anything else. so i type it in and hit the button. ok. that sucked. on to the next one. same thing happens. again. only the comment is even more lame. then it happens around 10 times in a row and it dawns on me that i haven't said anything funny or witty all night.
thats not a terribly good feeling. it's kind of like blog-block but it seems worse. i mean, if you're not gonna post yourself, at least have something half decent to say on someones elses blog.

for crying out loud...

maybe i'll come up with something when i read your blog.
yes.
i'm talking about yours.

its been a long weekend

2008-12-20T22:16:00.000-05:00

a very long one.

i did have some port though. and i forgot how much i like port. now i remember.
it drinks so easily that one tends to forget how high the alcoholic content is.
until its too late. and often by then one doesnt care.
its all very nice though.
especially in the winter.

so...

i called my boss and told him i needed to speak to him about something important and would i be able to see him.
so he says "whaddayawannatalkabout?"
what the...?!
i toyed with the idea of asking him if he knew anything about what to feed a pet gecko that was HIV positive, but thought the better of it and asked if i might have some of his time on monday morning. he graciously agreed that i could call him at 9 to set something up.
so perhaps it'll all work out in the end.
one can hope...

its raining men!

2008-12-19T10:15:00.000-05:00

ok
well
its not
i wouldnt want that anyway
and "raining women" wouldnt have worked well in the song.
its raining ice round these here parts. i freeze my patootie off every time i walk outside. i know. i shouldnt be walking outside.
i actually went outside barefoot last night to my car to get some files i left there cause they had some sensitive info. didnt feel like putting on shoes. decided to man up! it was a dreadful mistake. i couldnt feel my feet for 10 minutes.
next time i'm gonna park by the damned fire hydrant.
so its cold and wet and yucky out. is this what england feels like? i should ask my dad. he was borned and raised there.
which reminds me! another GREAT song. ok. just my opinion folks. yes. it is from 'brother where art thou'. but the song is awesome and i can listen to it many times in a row without getting bored. and no. clooney doesnt actually sing it in the movie.
there are a few other good versions (that one is clearer and cleaner, with very good guitar work) as well.
i like the first one cause it's got the flavor and the various instruments (two distinct guitars, bass, banjo, fiddle) YEAH! and i LOVE LOVE LOVE the crowd.
i gotta get to a concert like this one day before i pack my bags for the last time.
speaking of which, i especially like the line "there is one promise that is given, i'll meet you on god's golden shore".
i might riff off that sometime...

no lie...

2008-12-18T21:20:00.000-05:00

i just spent another 4 hours being trained.

for crying out loud... i havent had an accident in....lets just say it's been a long time.

anyway, these people are nuts.

and i have decided, that based on my training so far, and what seem to be my responsibilities, i will be asking my boss for a substantial raise after a mere 2 weeks on the job.

the only thing more ridiculous than that, would be to stay at this job with those responsibilities, at the original wages.

i havent been paid yet, and i would tell him to keep the paycheck if he's not interested in renegotiating.

i'd rather sit home and blog :)

good songs alert

2008-12-18T00:45:00.001-05:00

every time i see the booty award on the side it reminds me.
and it's time. it's just time.
shake your bootie by KC and the sunshine band.
its not for everyone.
ahh, what the hell.
here's another good one by them.
both before i was born.
but good is good.
and with that, i bid you good evening.
i know, i know. i'm a blogging MACHINE.

so now i'm wondering....

2008-12-17T18:36:00.000-05:00

i'm wondering if my second blog was the death knell for my first.
but i dont know what to do.
i love poetry and it seems to come more willingly than anything else.
define anything else.
ok.
anything but poetry.
anyway...

listened to a 3 and 1/2 hour presentation at work
i thought i felt my brain leaking out of my ears near the end
then they asked me if i wanted to stay for, oh, say, anther hour or so to finish up. i said thanks, i'll hear the rest tomorrow. i near to get some ear plugs. for the noise, and to make sure i dont lose any gray matter.

its the hap-happiest time, of the YEA-A-A-AR....
folded some laundry
going bowling tonight

further bulletins as events warrant

and for good measure...

2008-12-13T22:07:00.000-05:00

j. cosmo newbery asks on his site if you had a do-over button you could push for one event in your life, which would it be.
it never ceases to amaze me, how, the things in life that i might hit the button for invariably are those that i didnt do, as opposed to the ones i did do.
i mean there are things i would love to take back and change and whatnot. but its always the things i didnt do that i regret most.

another weekend

2008-12-13T21:25:00.000-05:00

its not blog-block if it happens every time you sit at the computer. theres got to be another name for it.
but anyway...

drank too much wine. again. yes. there is, in fact such a thing as too much. but ok. it was good wine. merlot, cab, and a pinot that i wasnt very fond of but was forced to try under threat of severe bodily harm. my brother in law is a snobby ass. and he wants to know the name of my blog. ha!
and that was all friday night. woke up this morning with something of a dry mouth and a headache, but i dutifully visited the grandparents.
scintillating stuff!
all the news that fits, i print.
better luck tomorrow.

welcoming myself YET AGAIN ! (poetry n' stuff...)

2008-12-12T11:48:00.000-05:00

ok.
now i have two blogs.
the second one is for poetry and writing stuff.
i kind of needed to do it.
we'll see how it goes.
its on my dashboard or profile thingy (whatever it's called)
those aren't crickets i hear, are they...?

another soup recipe...

2008-12-11T18:20:00.000-05:00

3 beef knuckle bones. (ask the butcher for them. lovely things they are.)
5 cloves of garlic.
2 medium-sized onions
a handful of ground spelt
a handful of whole spelt kernels (go to your local health food store)
handful of barley
gallon of water
boil like hell
add some water and boil some more
eat with some thinly sliced toasted bread.
drizzle some flaxseed oil over the toasted bread if you want to be good to your brain.

ok
i've done it
another soup recipe
let the comments begin...

something blue, something new....

2008-12-11T17:05:00.000-05:00

my dad got into a car accident since the last time we convened. which is a large part of why i've been absent. he was walking across the street minding his own business and WHAM! the MF hits him. he rolls up the hood and plants his shoulder through the windshield. he is a tough SOB, and i'm glad he's ok, more or less. fractured his fibula, and got banged up all over. now he's getting around with a walker.
the other part of my absence is due to the fact that i got a part time job. woohoo. hard to contain my enthusiasm. but i'll try to tone it down. it may even be contagious (the enthusiasm. no one else wants this job). who knows...
anyway.......
i'm toying with the idea of starting a second blog. this may be a cardinal sin and particularly for the neophyte such as myself. but i do want to write some poetry and get some feedback. and this blog doesnt seem to be the proper forum. this is supposed to be for....well....i dont know what its called, but it aint poetry. so i'm thinking i'll just start a second blog that y'all can take a peek at if that sort of thing suits your fancy.
ok. now on to checking your comments since my temporary departure.

back to the song thing

2008-12-04T14:41:00.000-05:00

ok.
first of all, this song is absolutely worth a listening to (or 15)
kenny wayne sheppard can play the guitar like few others
and the lyrics are great
and the vocals are great

second, i am colorblind (as many men are. few women. dont know for sure why that is. although i can think of a few reasons.) so my comments in color might not be as manly as, say, the booty award. but thats how it goes.

on to the song.

Blue On Black

Night falls, I'm alone
Skin, chilled to the bone
You... turned and you ran
Slipped right from my hands nice.

Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on and shove
Don't mean much
Joker on Jack
Match on a fire each line in this chorus is a piece of work. LOVE IT!!!!
Cold on ice
As a deadman's touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn't mean a thing
Won't bring you back
Blue on black

Blind, now I see
Truth lies, and in between
Wrongs can't be undone
Slipped from the tip of your tongue
Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on and shove
Don't mean much
Joker on Jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
As a deadman's touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn't mean a thing
Won't bring you back
Blue on black
Blue... on... black...

crap. i didnt do much commenting. ok. so then this blog is just to introduce y'all to a GREAT song.

the end. by robert louis stevenson.
(my mother always says that. i dont know why.)

7 things about me.

2008-12-03T14:26:00.000-05:00

maybe i'll keep doing this when i dont have material (which seems to happen VERY often).

ok. so i dont know how to do the thing where you write HERE and it its a link. so i'm technologically deficient. but i did take the idea from http://cinnamonandhoney.blogspot.com/ . and made myself "it" in this eternal game of blog-tag. "7 things about me".

ahem...

1. as i mentioned before, i'm not very technologically savvy. savvy?

2. i like split pea soup. a lot.

3. chrissmiss-time is the best time of year because of the candy canes.

4. i have a prodigious collection of colognes. then i give a bunch away cause who needs that many. and then i smell a few that i MUST buy. this has been going on for a number of years.

5. i've had a coin collection and a cap collection and a watch collection and a sticker collection and a guitar collection at various times in my life.

6. i'm afraid of dying.

7. i remember most songs that i hear once.

this was a lot of fun. thanks to the aforementioned blog for the idea.

pop, pop, fizz, fizz.....

2008-11-28T14:20:00.001-05:00

thats what my dad always says after a day like yesterday. i wasnt alive when they aired that commercial. but its a family tradition nonetheless.

*sigh......*

i guess it was worth it. but this is the time of year where i get to thinking about going vegan for the rest of my natural life. i mean, do they feel as bloated and rotund as their carnivorous bretheren? i wonder...
and, i dont think i've ever eaten a leftover after the big T. i'm sure that puts me in a very small minority. but i cant see eating anything that i ate in such copious quantities the day before. its even nauseating to think about.
but some wine. yes. i think some wine is in order. i think wine is always in order. go figure...

thankful for....

2008-11-27T13:42:00.000-05:00

i was just thinking about it. and i concluded that i am most thankful for hope and for possibility. without those two, i'd be dead. or very much want to be.

in the immortal words of forrest gump "thats all i have to say about that".