in like...Urkel?

Quite a lovely day it has been.  Tomorrow is likely to be enjoyable also.  A quick visit to the popo for some paper work.

an opening line I have been working on:

 As tension builds an empire across my shoulders
my muscles the building blocks...

it need not be the opener.  I have also thought about putting together a pod cast.  I could use the mikey and record it with my iPod.  I just neep to set up a web site to host the recordings and release it through iTunes?  Likely for free with all the music I would want to include. But it is just as likely it would be all conversation.  We'll see.  these are just some thoughts mixed with the need to practice my typing and how get ready to post here and back off because "I have nothing to write right now."  blah blah blah.

did I mention how much I love going to the movies. something about hanging out, just being in a movie theater before the start.  So cool. exciting. I should go more.

simply

put, inspired
Steven Delopoulos and Strait Jacket.  bringing out a need to bring out other trips...

practice makes

So I keep at it, because practice makes.  just keep reading...you'll get it.

Love the open mic night feel.  Dis like the feel of a seeming need for graphic parts about um...graphic parts.

open mic night

It's been quite some time since I went to an open mic night, forgot how much I love them.   I read two pieces the first of which was shift the second was written at the venue and I'll be posting it soon.  So good to contribute to the on going human discource.  It has helped inspire me to work on "Pennies from Heaven?" the identity origin piece i've been crafting on and off for years now. I think I'll head back to the urban grind this thursday night!

my wish list

my iTunes wish list is currently empty.

Yay for the coinstar effect!

coin star

you can go to coin star and put in all your loose change and they will give you cash, but they charge a fee.  They got to make money some how right?  No hard feelings, but i think I can roll my own change. I don't feel like giving away my money.  But I just found out that they have a new option.  you can keep all your money as long as you get a gift certificate.  So I scraped all my loose change and went on down to the nearest machine and got me a wealth of iTunes!  and I'm down loading it at Starbucks right now.  Can I plug any one else?

pollution II

I spoke of sound pollution and I believe it is a serious issue.  people are not listening and it is only getting harder to hear from all the excess noise.  but this is not the only pollution that we inflict upon ourselves.  this next area I explore may sound rediculous to most of you.  It's called light pollution.

and it has warped our understanding of where it is from which we come.

But light is good, yes?  if we did not have light we could not see.  That much is true, but to much of a good thing has caused a cancer in our culture.  Street lights, 24 hour parking lot lights, big cities and stadiums.  While they light what is below them quite well for what it is we want to see,  it also pumps an invisible shield over us.  Invisible as in we can't see it and yet it also makes what is beyond the shield...dimmer.  or less interesting. or less important.  or over all less.  We miss it and people have spent there entire lives with no knowledge of what is going on over our heads.  Those of us that have spent time in an unpopulated or minimally populated place have looked up after the sun sets and something happens. We are effected in a way movies can't.  In a way theatre can't.  in a way nothing else can.  The lights we use as tools to finish our work we cant finish in day light, have taken away an experience with no substitute. we've tried fire works, candles, small light bulbs, led or otherwise and we failed with all of them.

once in a while, unplug your self for a day and
go far away and
look up

there is another socket to plug into up there

spizzlegum

A young Woman came through the door and I said "Welcome! Thanks for coming.  I love Lucy!"  (As many of you may guess, due to a previous story[My Love for Chocolate], her shirt said "I love Lucy")  She smiled.  "Do you love Lucy?" and she replied "I do!" Then the story got retellable because she then informed me that She was Lucy.  Not a crazzy person that thought she was comic genious, but her name was Lucy and it was her birthday.  I'm sure I blushed a little realizing I had just told her that I loved her.   I finished the transaction and told her to have a beautiful or spectacular birthday.  I don't remember which. 

Here I am at the coffee hut running my memory into the ground. I scrape the bear (cow) bottom to put more music in.  I find these pronouns to be missleading.  all these pretty buttons make the likely hood of home far more smile worthy.  I'm listening to your departure and it scars how diligent you are at wreking the structure to "be free"

What a start to a love story that would be... the accidental suave of fate.

cloging