Smart Guy

I just added Cliff the Philosopher to places to wander.

Thanks-giving

I went down to Springfield to visit my mom this past weekend. As usual, I went to church with her. Reg, the pastor, told a story that has stuck with me the past week. I will attempt to paraphrase it here:

A letter from a daughter at college to her mother.

Dear Mom,

Sorry it has been a while since I have written you. Things are ok here...that is after the fire at the dorm. You see, I jumped out the window and broke my arm and leg, and after the staph infection at the hospital, I finally made it back to class. Tom across the street saw the fire and called the fire department. Anyway, I since the dorm is no longer there, I have moved into Tom's place. That is going well. You see, he recently got fired and I am using my loan money to help pay rent. But he says as soon as he gets a new job he will pay me back...that was 6 weeks ago. He got fired because after he called the fire department he came to the dorm to help and ended up getting arrested for interferring with a potential crime scene...he also punched a cop. Oh yeah, I am pregnant and Tom and I plan on getting married at the end of the semester. I will write again soon since I am taking 6 weeks off to have the baby.

Love,
your Daughter

P.S. None of that is true, I just thought it would help put the D that I got in Chemistry in perspective.

Perspective. Sometimes I don't think about giving thanks for the little things. I think that is true with us as a specie. We want someting, and then we get it. What about the little thing that we don't think of...the pilot light went out and the apartment was freezing last night, thanks for the apartment...the mango is bad, but I have a mango...Gas prices are high, thank you for the job that lets me afford to have a car.

The small things are what life is about. I know I fret about about the grand scheme of things and ofter forget the small things that lead up to the big thing. Thank you for those. Thank you for the fact that I have a shoelace that broke. Thank you for the friends I have. Friends, thank you for just being.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Peace

Good Lord II

Everything is fine...I have no idea what I wrote yesterday. I feel much better now.

weird.

be back later

peace

Good Lord

I am out of it. i think i have been staring at this monitor for the past 5 hours and nothing is registering. head is spinning. thoughts, thought, thoughts going round and round and round.

once you think you have found something figured it our something happens and you are not so sure anymore. things just start to make circles and and webs swimming .... moving hmmm

not sure what to do about certain things...private things...public things?

answers...too many questions...writing...making sense only to me

peace

Oh Me Oh My

It has been a while, but alas I have returned. Insanity is running rampant in wanderville. Is that a bad thing? Nah. I dont think so. Lugged a total of about 2500 lbs today. I think I reagravated my sciatica, but oh well.

going home tonight to visit ma.

will try to write more tonight...boss just walked by and gave me a look.

Peace

"Hamlet"

A poem by Boris Pasternak (translated by Burton Raffel)

They're quiet. I mount the stage
Leaning on an open door
I strain at an echo, far off,
Hunting at what the future is for.

The rim of night shines back at me
From a thousand peering glassses.
If you can, Abba, Father,
Let this cup be passed

Away from me. I adore your stubborn plan,
I will smile and read the lines.
But tonight it's a different script
So excuse me, please, this time.

Yet scene must follow scene, the road
Goes where it goes. I'm alone, everything
Drowns in a pious show:
Life is no casual stroll.

1st quiz in a while

I found this at Julie's blog. An unusal quiz...Which Theologian Are You? I have never heard of this guy, but it sticks!

"It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is."

You are Desiderius Erasmus! You have great love for others and will do just about anything to show it to them. You are tolerant and avoid confrontations, so people generally are drawn to you. You are more quiet and reserved in front of strangers, but around some people you open up. When things get tough, you like to meditate alone. Unfortunately you often get things like "what a pansy," or "you're such a liberal."

What theologian are you?

A creation of Henderson

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Julie is taking her tests today. You are going to rock, girl.

Things are well. Hard to tell. What the hell?

Had a good weekend. I went to see oh my godplay at Schuba's on Thursday. It was an awesome show. It is always inspiring to hear them play. There is something almost organic about their shows. Passion, rage, love, you go through all kinds of emotions during one of their shows. If you have not yet seen them, I highly recomend it.

Mono a band from Japan opened for them. All I have to say is WOW! Talk about music you can feel...litterally. Very Loud...Very Intense...Very Beautiful.

That is about it.

Peace

Links

I just added two of my friends to my Good Ole Rock N Roll list. Punsapaya is a great local band, Dezi Luv is Mike's, their guitarist, girlfriend. She is a truly amazing performer.

Peace

I remember

I remember what I was going to say yesterday. Ok, I am an old softy. Yestedsay morning, after exiting the train I saw this little kid...not more that 3...holding his pa's hand and all of a sudden he started waving bye bye to everyone still on the train. And he kept going waving and saying bye bye until the train had zoomed through the tunnel.

Just the pureness of that act was inspiring.

Peace

A sequal to a great song

Like to read it...here it goes.

THE FATHER OF THE BOY NAMED SUE
[Silverstein's speaking voice:] îOkayÖ now years ago, I wrote a song named ìA Boy Named Sueî, and that was okay and everything, except then I started to think about it, and I thought, ìIt is unfair. I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kidís point of view. And as I get more older and more fatherly, I begin to look at things from an old manís point of view. SoÖ I decided to give the old man equal time. Okay. Here we go.î

Yeah, I lefí home when the kid was three.
It sure felt good to be fancy free
Tho I knew it wasnít quite the fatherly thing to do.
But that kid kept screaminí and throwiní up
And pissiní in his pants til I had enough
So just for revenge I went and named him Sue.
It was Gatlinberg in mid July
I was gettin' drunk but gettin' by
Gettin' old and going from bad to worse
When thru the door with an awful scream
Comes the ugliest queen Iíve ever seen
He says my name is Sue. How do you do?
Then he hits me with his purse.
Now this ainít the way he tells the tale
But he scratched my face with his fingernails
And then he bit my thumb
and kicked me with his high-heeled shoe.
So I hit him in the nose, and he started to cry
And he threw some perfume in my eye
And it sure ainít easy fightin with a boy named Sue.
So I hit him in the head with a caned-back chair
And he screamed, ìHey Dad, you mussed my hair!î
And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint.
He was spittin' blood. I was spittin teeth.
And we crashed through the wall and out into the street
A-kickin and gougin' in the mud and the blood and the crËme de menth.
Then out of his garter he pulls a gun.
Iím about to get shot by my very own son.
Heís screamin' about Sigmond Freud and lookin' grim.
So I thought fast and I told him some stuff
How I named him Sue just to make him tough.
And I guess he bought it, cuz now Iím livin' with him.
Yeah, he cooks and sews and cleans up the place.
He cuts my hair and shaves my face.
And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do.
And on the nights that I canít score,
Well, I canít tell you anymore.
Sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue.
Yeah, a son is fun,
But itís a joy to have a boy named Sue.

--Shel Silverstein

Missing

...........lost my train of though. I was going to writes something, but, alas, it is gone.

I hung out with my friend Melissa last night and got to meet her building mates(?). You see she lives in a building that is very unique...well not the building itself, but something neat goes on there. It is the fact that everyone knows everyone and all of them have become friends. There is a beautiful sense of community there. In fact, Melissa's neighbor...Anne, i think, was hungry, we were planning on ordering food, suddenly Anne comes back into the room with 5 plates of pasta and a yummy home made sauce...portabello, sun dried tomatoes, pine nuts, and cheese...mmmmm. Very graciously provided a meal for all of us.

well, that is not what I intended on saying...i don't think, but there you have it.

Peace

A Swift Kick in the Balls

I just called New York and was informed that the rights for The Tooth of Crime are not available. I am naeusous. How am I going to tell the band that has been working their asses off for the last month and a half that it is for nothing? The performance space has been so accomodaitng. We need to do something. Damn it. This shit sucks.

At least I found out before I sent out an audition announcement. If anyone knows how to get a hold of Sam Shepard let me know, because right now i want to puke.

Peace

A Swift Kick in the Balls

I just called New York and was informed that the rights for The Tooth of Crime are not available. I am naeusous. How am I going to tell the band that has been working their asses off for the last month and a half that it is for nothing? The performance space has been so accomodaitng. We need to do something. Damn it. This shit sucks.

At least I found out before I sent out an audition announcement. If anyone knows how to get a hold of Sam Shepard let me know, because right now i want to puke.

Peace

short short

Just a quick blog to remind people to vote today...yeah, yeah, i know it is a little late.

peace

Things are happening

And in a good way. beYond thAt has opened our business checking account. It makes me feel so grown up. Actually running a business is hard work...I really admire the mom & pop places. We are such a small thing right now, and learning all the work that goes into doing this, really makes me wonder how those kind of places with a lot of business do it. Wow!

Friday I went to a very fun bar called Howl at the Moon. It is a dueling piano bar. My friends Ziggy and Melissa work their and Ziggy's fiance is one of the piano players. It is a very audience participation kind of place, but in a fun way.

We 99.9% sure on signing a space for Tooth of Crime...finally.

Let's see. That is it I guess.

Peace to all!

Say Something

I have been really lax in my blogging as of late. Mainly because I have nothing to say. But then I get to thinking am I doing this for me or for you. This is my blog. So from now on I will try to post daily, as is it a good exercise, and just ramble a bit if I have to. I will continue rant like normaly, but I want to havefun doing this thing. Ok that is my post for today!

Peace