Friday, June 26, 2009

Do you ever wonder what writers do when they can't write?

They write.

Just not what they want to.

The words still pour out onto the page, the only problem is that they seem to pour out from the wrong orifice.

...

Sometimes it seems like no matter what I say, it always seems to be either extremely right or extremely wrong.

I don't know how I do it.

It's curse disguised as a blessing disguised as a stuffed llama.

Its like I .... well, it's like I just don't know anymore.

Everything just seems to be something

circlescirclescircles

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Are you happy?

It's a simple question, really...

Are you happy?

Do you even know what that means anymore?

When we were younger, everythign was so much easier. Love was simple back then. Love was all there was. Nothing came before that first love and nothing was going to matter after it. It was innocent and pure. It was gold.

And now the world is different. Its moved on. The past haunts our present with every breath. It not only molds us, it consumes us.

Its like we don't know how to feel anymore, so we grab hold of the closest heart and pull it into our own to fill whatever gaps our past has left us with.

Its a melancholy world filled with melancoly souls. A sad state. A lonely one.

So I pledge, from this day forward, to change.

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Ok... let's get real... get on or get out.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

this is the sound of loss. can you hear the echo?

I am a poor and wretched boy

Lost at sea with no shore in sight

She tossed me a line

But fell just a bit too short

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Last night I heard the sound
The sound of your leaving
Loud voices screaming
Muffled by the wall
I hid my head under my pillow
Hoping it would fade

Last night I heard the sound
The sound of your leaving
The door slammed behind you
Only crying remained
You started your car
And I never saw you again

...

From nothing
to something
to everything
and back to nothing.
full circle
coming back again
move
before you're moved
duck
and be free

gripping, clawing
ripping, gnawing
reaching out
and pulling in
trying so hard
not to sink again
From nothing
to something
to everything
and back again

Monday, June 22, 2009

it's after one in the morning and i'm still awake.

barely.

Just thought I'd stop by, though, since its been a while...

Hello bloggosphere!

I'll give you wedding stories later....

for tonight, though

I want to wish my dad a happy father's day.

I miss him so much.

There's so much of my life that i wish I could share with him... so many questions I would ask... so many stories we'd share.... I love you and I miss you, pops...

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

secrets and cream

the secret is out
and a harsh reality
is what you will find
when you look beneath the skin
when you look beneath the shell
of all that remains

the secret is out
you are lost
and alone
terrified
and in the dark
waiting for something
that might never come

the secret is out
time is slipping away
pulling us apart
and now the time has almost come
for us to say goodbye
to say
goodbye

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that seemed darker than how i actually feel right now. I've had a hectic last few days and I fly out to Cleve Land tomorrow. I know.... I know... .cleveland... it's for a wedding, though. should be madcrazyfun.

I mean, like seriously nutz on so many levels.

can't wait.

so tired right now, though...

can barely keep my eyes open anymore.

not sure why i'm bothering

in fact

i

think

i might

go
to
sleep.

wishmeluck!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

beauty




beauty is all around us.


celebrate it wherever and whenever you can.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

sometimes i say things that i just know i shouldn't say.
as soon as the words slip through my lips i wish i could reach out and grab them and pull them in before anyone has the chance to hear them.
that never happens, though.
the words i wish to take back the most seem to hang in the air the longest.
each letter bold and UPPERCASE
and sometimes even flashing in neon lights
waiting for the entire room
the entire world
to hear them.

...

she's still so beautiful

...

I really don't know who Amy is....

...

Music soothes even the most savage beast

...

The summer travel season is upon us! Tomorrow I have friends that are leaving for NY and Chicago. Then on friday someone I know is headed to Washington State. Next week I leave for Cleveland and I know someone going to Virginia.

I love travel

...

Something hit me the other day.... I think it was a ping pong.

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ok. i'm tired. i think its time to call this one done.

Monday, June 8, 2009

23 Questions from Chuck Klosterman with my answers provided.



For those of you who don't know of Chuck Klosterman. You should. He's pretty much the definition of Awesome. Below you will find his 23 Questions and I've taken the liberty of answering them. Take the time to answer the questions yourself... Think about them and answer them honestly... it's really rather enlightening.

1. Let us assume you met a rudimentary magician. Let us assume he can do five simple tricks--he can pull a rabbit out of his hat, he can make a coin disappear, he can turn the ace of spades into the Joker card, and two others in a similar vein. These are his only tricks and he can't learn any more; he can only do these five. HOWEVER, it turns out he's doing these five tricks with real magic. It's not an illusion; he can actually conjure the bunny out of the ether and he can move the coin through space. He's legitimately magical, but extremely limited in scope and influence.

Would this person be more impressive than Albert Einstein?






Definitely. WAY more impressive. Einstein was just smart. No magic there. I'm sure, given time, someone esle would have thought of all that stuff...


2. Let us assume a fully grown, completely healthy Clydesdale horse has his hooves shackled to the ground while his head is held in place with thick rope. He is conscious and standing upright, but completely immobile. And let us assume that--for some reason--every political prisoner on earth (as cited by Amnesty International) will be released from captivity if you can kick this horse to death in less than twenty minutes. You are allowed to wear steel-toed boots.

Would you attempt to do this?



Honestly, I'm not sure I can even kick a horse to death in 20 minutes. I've never kicked anything to death before...

3. Let us assume there are two boxes on a table. In one box, there is a relatively normal turtle; in the other, Adolf Hitler's skull. You have to select one of these items for your home. If you select the turtle, you can't give it away and you have to keep it alive for two years; if either of these parameters are not met, you will be fined $999 by the state. If you select Hitler's skull, you are required to display it in a semi-prominent location in your living room for the same amount of time, although you will be paid a stipend of $120 per month for doing so. Display of the skull must be apolitical.

Which option do you select?

I'd take the skull. I could use the extra cash and everyone loves a good conversation piece!



4. Genetic engineers at Johns Hopkins University announce that they have developed a so-called "super gorilla." Though the animal cannot speak, it has a sign language lexicon of over twelve thousand words, an I.Q. of almost 85, and--most notably--a vague sense of self-awareness. Oddly, the creature (who weighs seven hundred pounds) becomes fascinated by football. The gorilla aspires to play the game at its highest level and quickly develops the rudimentary skills of a defensive end. ESPN analyst Tom Jackson speculates that this gorilla would be "borderline unblockable" and would likely average six sacks a game (although Jackson concedes the beast might be susceptible to counters and misdirection plays). Meanwhile, the gorilla has made it clear he would never intentionally injure any opponent.

You are commissioner of the NFL: Would you allow this gorilla to sign with the Oakland Raiders?
No way! The raiders? Come on. That would hardly be a fair matchup, anyways.

5. You meet your soul mate. However, there is a catch: Every three years, someone will break both of your soul mate's collarbones with a Crescent wrench, and there is only one way you can stop this from happening: You must swallow a pill that will make every song you hear--for the rest of your life--sound as if it's being performed by the band Alice in Chains. When you hear Creedence Clearwater Revival on the radio, it will sound (to your ears) like it's being played by Alice in Chains. If you see Radiohead live, every one of their tunes will sound like it's being covered by Alice in Chains. When you hear a commercial jingle on TV, it will sound like Alice in Chains; if you sing to yourself in the shower, your voice will sound like deceased Alice vocalist Layne Staley performing a capella (but it will only sound this way to you).

Would you swallow the pill?


I'd be okay with that. I like Alice in Chains. Besides, if I got sick of them for a while, what's 2 broken collar bones once every three years?

6. At long last, someone invents "the dream VCR." This machine allows you to tape an entire evening's worth of your own dreams, which you can then watch at your leisure. However, the inventor of the dream VCR will only allow you to use this device of you agree to a strange caveat: When you watch your dreams, you must do so with your family and your closest friends in the same room. They get to watch your dreams along with you. And if you don't agree to this, you can't use the dream VCR.

Would you still do this?


Hells yeah. It'd be worth whatever embarassment might come to find out! I mean, it's not like I don't share WAY too much in public forums as it is...

7. Defying all expectation, a group of Scottish marine biologists capture a live Loch Ness Monster. In an almost unbelievable coincidence, a bear hunter in the Pacific Northwest shoots a Sasquatch in the thigh, thereby allowing zoologists to take the furry monster into captivity. These events happen on the same afternoon. That evening, the president announces he may have thyroid cancer and will undergo a biopsy later that week.

You are the front page editor of The New York Times: What do you play as the biggest story?


Loch Ness Monster. No hesitation, no particular reason.

8. You meet the perfect person. Romantically, this person is ideal: You find them physically attractive, intellectually stimulating, consistently funny, and deeply compassionate. However, they have one quirk: This individual is obsessed with Jim Henson's gothic puppet fantasy The Dark Crystal. Beyond watching it on DVD at least once a month, he/she peppers casual conversation with Dark Crystal references, uses Dark Crystal analogies to explain everyday events, and occasionally likes to talk intensely about the film's "deeper philosophy."

Would this be enough to stop you from marrying this individual?


Nah.... now if we were talking an obsession with the Matrix Trilogy, I don't think I'd be able to do it...

9. A novel titled Interior Mirror is released to mammoth commerical success (despite middling reviews). However, a curious social trend emerges: Though no one can prove a direct scientific link, it appears that almost 30 percent of the people who read this book immediately become homosexual. Many of these newfound homosexuals credit the book for helping them reach this conclusion about their orientation, despite the fact that Interior Mirror is ostensibly a crime novel with no homoerotic content (and was written by a straight man).

Would this phenomenon increase (or decrease) the likliehood of you reading this book?


Okay, I answered this one last night and said No, because I'm not big into crime novels... but really, I'd probably buy in to the hype at some point and give it a whirl to see what all the hubub was about.

10. This is the opening line of Jay McInerney's Bright Lights, Big City: "You are not the kind of guy who would be in a place like this at this time of the morning." Think about that line in the context of the novel (assuming you've read it). Now go to your CD collection and find Heart's Little Queen album (assuming you own it). Listen to the opening riff to "Barracuda."

Which of these two introductions is a higher form of art?


I do not own any Heart CD's, sorry.

11. You are watching a movie in a crowded theater. Though the plot is mediocre, you find yourself dazzled by the special effects. But with twenty minutes left in the film, you are struck with an undeniable feeling of doom: You are suddenly certain your mother has just died. There is no logical reason for this to be true, but you are certain of it. You are overtaken with the irrational metaphysical sense that--somewhere--your mom has just perished. But this is only an intuitive, amorphous feeling; there is no evidence for this, and your mother has not been ill.

Would you immediately exit the theater, or would you finish watching the movie?


Immediately exit and call.

12. You meet a wizard in downtown Chicago. The wizard tells you he can make you more attractive if you pay him money. When you ask how this process works, the wizard points to a random person on the street. You look at this random stranger. The wizard says, "I will now make them a dollar more attractive." He waves his magic wand. Ostensibly, this person does not change at all; as far as you can tell, nothing is different. But--somehow--this person is suddenly a little more appealing. The tangible difference is invisible to the naked eye, but you can't deny that this person is vaguely sexier. This wizard has a weird rule, though--you can only pay him once. You can't keep giving him money until you're satisfied. You can only pay him one lump sum up front.

How much cash do you give the wizard?


$9. That's all I've got in my wallet.

13. Every person you have ever slept with is invited to a banquet where you are the guest of honor. No one will be in attendance except you, the collection of your former lovers, and the catering service. After the meal, you are asked to give a fifteen-minute speech to the assembly.

What do you talk about?




I'd probably do some sort of Q&A session.

14. For reasons that cannot be explained, cats can suddenly read at a twelfth-grade level. They can't talk and they can't write, but they can read silently and understand the text. Many cats love this new skill, because they now have something to do all day while they lay around the house; however, a few cats become depressed, because reading forces them to realize the limitations of their existence (not to mention the utter frustration of being unable to express themselves).

This being the case, do you think the average cat would enjoy Garfield, or would cats find this cartoon to be an insulting caricature?

No, I think most cats would be able to appreciate the humor. Dogs, on the other hand, would probably take serious offense to Odie.



15. You have a brain tumor. Though there is no discomfort at the moment, this tumor would unquestionably kill you in six months. However, your life can (and will) be saved by an operation; the only downside is that there will be a brutal incision to your frontal lobe. After the surgery, you will be significantly less intelligent. You will still be a fully functioning adult, but you will be less logical, you will have a terrible memory, and you will have little ability to understand complex concepts or difficult ideas. The surgery is in two weeks.

How do you spend the next fourteen days?


I would say everything I ever wanted to say to everyone I've ever wanted to say something to. Emotions are pretty complex, and I'd want to get it all out while I still had the capacity to. Plus, I'd document it all so hopefully others would be able to get some sort of amusement out of the situation, even if I couldn't anymore.

16. Someone builds and optical portal that allows you to see a vision of your own life in the future (it’s essentially a crystal ball that shows a randomly selected image of what your life will be like in twenty years). You can only see into this portal for thirty seconds. When you finally peer into the crystal, you see yourself in a living room, two decades older than you are today. You are watching a Canadian football game, and you are extremely happy. You are wearing a CFL jersey. Your chair is surrounded by books and magazines that promote the Canadian Football League, and there are CFL pennants covering your walls. You are alone in the room, but you are gleefully muttering about historical moments in Canadian football history. It becomes clear that—for some unknown reason—you have become obsessed with Canadian football. And this future is static and absolute; no matter what you do, this future will happen. The optical portal is never wrong. This destiny cannot be changed.

The next day, you are flipping through television channels and randomly come across a pre-season CFL game between the Toronto Argonauts and the Saskatchewan Roughriders. Knowing your inevitable future, do you now watch it?


No way. I'd fight that future with every ounce of will that I have.

17. You are sitting in an empty bar (in a town you’ve never before visited), drinking Bacardi with a soft-spoken acquaintance you barely know. After an hour, a third individual walks into the tavern and sits by himself, and you ask your acquaintance who the new man is. “Be careful of that guy,” you are told. “He is a man with a past.” A few minutes later, a fourth person enters the bar; he also sits alone. You ask your acquaintance who this new individual is. “Be careful of that guy, too,” he says. “He is a man with no past.”

Which of these two people do you trust less?


It would be pretty even. I mean, what kind of person says to be careful of other people because "he is a man with a past" or "he is a man with no past." I mean, I think I'd trust the guy giving me this advice the least.

18. You have won a prize. The prize has two options, and you can choose either (but not both). The first option is a year in Europe with a monthly stipend of $2,000. The second option is ten minutes on the moon.

Which option do you select?

Probably 10 minutes on the moon. A year in Europe would be amazing, but the dollar sucks right now, so if that $2000/month were higher, that would be it. Plus, I have the capability of going to Europe right now. I cannot, however, go to the moon. Plus, even though it's only 10 minutes on the moon, the trip up would still be pretty spectacular.



19. Your best friend is taking a nap on the floor of your living room. Suddenly, you are faced with a bizarre existential problem: This friend is going to die unless you kick them (as hard as you can) in the rib cage. If you don’t kick them while they slumber, they will never wake up. However, you can never explain this to your friend; if you later inform them that you did this to save their life, they will also die from that. So you have to kick a sleeping friend in the ribs, and you can’t tell them why.

Since you cannot tell your friend the truth, what excuse will you fabricate to explain this (seemingly inexplicable) attack?


"Ha! Gotcha!"

20. For whatever the reason, two unauthorized movies are made about your life. The first is an independently released documentary, primarily comprised of interviews with people who know you and bootleg footage from your actual life. Critics are describing the documentary as “brutally honest and relentlessly fair.” Meanwhile, Columbia Tri-Star has produced a big-budget biopic of your life, casting major Hollywood stars as you and all your acquaintances; though the movie is based on actual events, screenwriters have taken some liberties with the facts. Critics are split on the artistic merits of this fictionalized account, but audiences love it.

Which film would you be most interested in seeing?


The big-budget movie. I mean, I'm living the documentary, I'd want to see some fiction added and see what Hollywood screenwriters might have in store for me!


21. Imagine you could go back to the age of five and relive the rest of your life, knowing everything that you know now. You will reexperience your entire adolescence with both the cognitive ability of an adult and the memories of everything you’ve learned form having lived your life previously.

Would you lose your virginity earlier or later than you did the first time around (and by how many years)?




Sooner... definitely sooner... not sure by how many years, though. 2 or 3? Nothing major.

22. You work in an office. Generally, you are popular with your coworkers. However, you discover that there are currently two rumors circulating the office gossip mill, and both involve you. The first rumor is that you got drunk at the office holiday party and had sex with one of your married coworkers. This rumor is completely true, but most people don’t believe it. The second rumor is that you have been stealing hundreds of dollars of office supplies (and then selling them to cover a gambling debt). This rumor is completely false, but virtually everyone assumes it is factual.

Which of these two rumors is most troubling to you?


The False one. I mean, the truth is the truth...

23. Consider this possibility:

a. Think about deceased TV star John Ritter.

b. Now, pretend Ritter had never become famous. Pretend he was never affected by the trappings of fame, and try to imagine what his personality would have been like.

c. Now, imagine that this person—the unfamous John Ritter—is a character in a situation comedy.

d. Now, you are also a character in this sitcom, and the unfamous John Ritter character is your sitcom father.

e. However, this sitcom is actually your real life. In other words, you are living inside a sitcom: Everything about our life is a construction, featuring the unfamous John Ritter playing himself (in the role of your TV father). But this is not a sitcom. This is your real life.

How would you feel about this?




I think John Ritter seemed like a pretty natural guy, so I'm not so sure he was really affected by "the trappings of fame." That being said, having a sitcom version of him as my father might be pretty cool. Maybe a little less slapstick than his Three's Company days, but still full of entertainment.
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Once again, Thanks for reading!

Saturday, June 6, 2009

flashes of lightning




lightning flashes across the cold, dark sky and for a second, just a brief, beautiful second, i can see her face again.

are those tears or just the rain?

her words, so soft, are whispered in my ear.

questions with no answers

i pull her in to me, hugging her close with my entire body.

her hands are so cold, gripping my shoulders

her face is so warm pressed against my neck.

i wisper to her and tell her that everything will be ok

it hurts

i know it hurts

i can see it

i can feel it

i kiss her on the top of her head

she smells like peaches.

i tell her again that it will be all right

and we stand there in silence only broken by the sound of thunder and rain

the lightning continues to flash around us

illuminating everything in a flash of brilliance

if only just for a second at a time.

she kisses my neck and tells me that we should go inside

so i take her by the hand and we make our way back

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

angel




an angel needs to rest her wings
so she lands on a crowded street.
not paying attention,
i bump in to her.
without looking up,
i appologize.
she place her hand on my shoulder
and tells me that everything will be all right.

I look up
and look in to her eyes
and I believe her.
Everything WILL be all right.
and i smile.
and she smiles.
and we stand there for a minute
looking in to each other's eyes.
smiling.

I ask her where she is going.
she says
nowhere.
you?
everywhere,
i answer.
care to join me?

she smiles.
i smile.
she's so beautiful.
her hand slides from my shoulder
to my elbow
to my hand.

she squeezes my hand
and says
join you?
I've always been with you
and I always will be
and she smiles
and kisses me on the cheek
and walks away
disappearing into the crowd.



sadness is a funny thing.


not haha-funny... but... strange.


what would we really be without it?


without being sad,
how would we know what Happy really is?

without loss and lonliness,
how would we know what Love really is?