December 2010
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12/16/10 12:18 pm
Are we the existence we plan to be? Even in planning there is spontaneity. Are we the figments of our nightmares past, Or just rambunctious forward-thinking rebels?
Fictitiousness, my ample imagination knows Is a place where one can spend years. Living under the bridge of illusion Not knowing which end comes And which end goes.
Now, as I stand on the water Facing both to and fro I see the ridges under my eyes Grow deep.
Looking out I am yet looking in. My reflection is not the same from Place to place. The walls have molded me In a plaster of Paris cast.
I smile and seams shatter.
So many masks, Yet all are true. I wore them, Wear them, Retire them, Recycle them.
So, are they named? Do they dream different dreams? Have they met in a coffee shop Somewhere in Brooklyn, And wondered "Do I know you"?
The water is above me But I breathe air. The cars float around me Too busy to notice They are all going backwards.
Benign as it is, It would be good If I knew I was going backwards. Though going forward Is going backwards In reverse Depending on the level of optimism involved.
Ah, back on top. The bridge is below me. I can see everything. But I'm happy Seeing as little as possible.
I'll just stare at this candle Until it moves me.
5/1/10 12:08 am
There's so much to tell you And no time to talk.
Exhale, inhale, exhale, Water.
That's where the hand goes Down and to the side.
Then make it To the other edge.
For fear of my brain Exploding out of my head
With ideas but instead My ideas explode.
Before I can even Speak.
Then I wait for the idea To come clear
From the wreckage.
Periscope at the edge Of a fence
Watching, looking I'm lost with two mirrors
And no self-defense.
I'm pretty sure I'm also Not wearing pants.
So then, how is this, Any of this,
A good idea?
To go on about some Concept announcement
Without the single edged Sword of a copywriter?
Purely hysterical.
In the sense of not being Able to breathe
Because I'm drowning
And I'm sure that its water But my lungs say its air.
Then Air it is.
Breathe.
4/21/10 10:06 pm
Tantalizing, isn't it? The idea of the not? The have and the would have had had it not been for the having Already?
How have you been? How has it become this way? How did you get here?
Let me find my history.
I'll look it up in this book Called my livre, Shu, something. Its a... word, I'm sure.
The history has itself, And it makes itself known as such.
No point in being perplexing, we have all the facts, We've found that without them that would be that. We'd all be over, and under, and done. Medium rare, poorly cooked.
A sad sight for the cost we charge To live, our lives have the meter running And our rates are not as high as we think. Ask the driver to take you there for fifty.
You'll get there for twenty. Tip the rest. Still, no need to explain the fear. The realness of real, The hatred of here.
I'll take my now and play elsewhere So that I can stop for a second and say I lived for today for today was the day That I learned to stop.
Still, I have to remember.
It won't forget me.
So where will I be if I fear myself Because I thought I was lonely When I lied to myself. No truth is as hollow As the one you won't face.
I make the tree bigger By turning away. Until a forest has grown Behind my eyes.
Miles and miles and miles Of lies.
The truth is in front of me. History repeats, the slide show from second grade Is still on my class seat.
With the ten dollars my parents had put aside For something important.
And I'm looking in the mirror to see if anyone notices.
All this piles together To form the big "thing."
The answer to my question Where have I been? Instead my brain should be asking Where am I now?
For that's more important As it answers Who am I now?
No more questions, no more qu... okay. Just one.
Who will I be?
That's still to come.
2/4/10 10:34 pm
Cori and I are enjoying a lovely time in Thailand. We've ventured to Chiang Mai, now we're in Bangkok, and we'll be finishing out the trip in Phuket.
This trip has taught me many things so far:
1) Buddha, he is taller than you, even when he is not. 2) Thai people are impressed when you can eat the real "local" level of spice. 3) Always request a new credit card when the old one is shut down due to fraud. Always. 4) Do not believe a man who says he is an english teacher if he is hanging out on the street with a towel in the back of his shirt at 11am on a Thursday. 5) Just because a hotel has cleaners doesn't mean that they will follow their namesake. 6) Bangkok is hot. 7) All the hippies in California moved to Chiang Mai 8) Elephants make great gifts. 9) Bangkok is hot, but in the way Phoenix is hot if Phoenix was next to the Ohio river. 10) Would you like that fried? Of course you would. 11) Thai is a hard language to pick up once you start learning Chinese. 12) Just because a sign is in english doesn't mean its in english. 13) Pulling out a map near more than one taxi driver is like bleeding in the ocean near a reef with a family of sharks nearby. 14) Tuk-Tuks are lawn mowers with a roof and a steering wheel. 15) Things are sometimes more expensive if they have to be made cold, because you're fighting physics. 16) French men laugh funny. 17) Italians terrify me. 18) Australians are the reason beer exists. 19) The harder someone tries to lower the price to get you to buy it, the more likely its better that you don't buy it at all. 20) American panhandlers have nothing on babies with missing legs. 21) If something is named a goofy name, its more likely due to poor translation than actual humor. 22) "Sugar free" is a mystical concept, except with water. 23) The water has one temperature: on. 24) Khao San Road in Bangkok is eternally on Spring Break. 25) The shortest distance between two tourist sites is a zig-zagging, curved, and twisted path. 26) Get on the boat immediately, even if it looks like its going to pull away from the pier suddenly, because it is going to pull away from the pier suddenly. 27) If someone sighs and reaches for a calculator, the price of what you want to buy just went up. 28) Lizards live in rooms. On the wall. Do not attempt to change this law of nature. 29) Everyone you think is the same nationality as you is actually German, occasionally French. 30) Everyone the same nationality as you thinks you're German or French. 31) When the taxi driver "has no change" start to count coins. Suddenly the taxi driver has change. 32) If someone asks where you're from, they're asking your nationality, not point of origin. 33) Any name brand can and will be mutilated in the name of profit. Example: Puma becomes Punta (silhouette of girl,) Pumba (The Lion King,) and so on. 34) Anything name brand is probably not name brand. 35) Watches: the bigger, the better. Flava Flav had it right. 36) If someone tells you that something is closed and they do not have a gun, they are lying. 37) Smile first, ask questions later. 38) Something with the word "Chez" in it is most likely lower scale than something with the word "Hippie" in it. 39) The car that is moving the fastest is more likely to stop for you than the car that is going 5 miles an hour. 40) That thing you thought you would never see for sale again? Walk five minutes. There it is again. 41) Shaving with "womens" razors is somehow better than shaving with "mens" razors. 42) That prepackaged, sealed food you left in the hotel room? It is now a miniature ant colony. 43) Its really hard for salesmen to argue with people that are complimenting them. 44) If someone says its "a little spicy" and they do not have a gun, they are lying. 45) If someone says its "really spicy" there is no way to turn that spice level down. 46) The number of taxis around is directly proportional to the number of drunk people around. 47) If an escalator only seems to have a door at the top and no other way out, its a trap. 48) In one block it is possible to obtain a custom-tailored suit, a tattoo, dreads, a cd at one-third its retail, a hammock, a foot massage, fried everything, and enough beer to bludgeon someone to death.
1/18/10 11:39 pm
You forget who you are Until you see yourself In someone else's eyes.
The reflection isn't Clear per se, its more Of a watery, flexible you.
As it wanders down the slopes And scales of its non- Reflective terrain You realize you're melting too.
12/16/09 11:31 pm
A sheet of water And boiling water Sound almost the same From inside.
Wrapped around me through Racks and girders The wash and rinse Cleans the outside.
Almost as soon as I Feel consumed By the torrential And continuous stream I hear it cease and hesitate As though its confused And has lost its meaning.
Then it switches To small splatters And winding down with empty, hollow drifts.
Just as quickly as the Kettle boils The rinse of the world lifts.
12/8/09 10:21 pm
So, Here we are.
Hip-hop and Indie Rock samples are the new funk, soul and jazz samples. Drum n' Bass is the new underground Electro is the new Pop Royksopp is practically writing Goa The new minimal is Hip-Hop Rap rock is back The Wu-Tang's newest album isn't theirs. Ethereal Breaks.. again... really? All of this is just to say, I love music.
12/4/09 04:07 pm
So we've had some further journeys here and there, lots of pictures, most not uploaded yet. Some key ones are here: Then there are also musical things that have been afoot:
 Vaseline (Dave Espionage My Fly Aline ReHack) Foreigners (Mixtape)I finally know how sweet and sour sauce tastes when it tastes good, as well as what fresh hot & sour soup tastes like. Also, breakfast for me for at least the next year is nothing but egg pancakes (and hot cereals.)
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