Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Missing =(

I prayed heaven today
Would bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it

I'd drag all that I owned
Down the dirt road to find you
And my shoes, worn-out and used
They can't take me much farther
Ohhh

Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing

The sun burned a hole in my roof
I can't seem to fix it
And I hope rain doesn't come
Wash me down the gutter

Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing

She rides in a car
Like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind
Aim a line straight at mine
To a heart that is broke
Tried to feel but got choked
In the smoke of a desert
A beach with no treasure
A night that seems blue
Feed the aching in you
And the background birds
Take a flight from the earth
A bonfire burns
And the night current turns
On a lifeboat floating
Down a river of sleep
Can't see her hollow eyes
Walking along with my boots full of rocks
Can't believe these tears of mine
I give 'em to you to keep away in a box

Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing

Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Always someone missing something

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people, Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

Friday, November 17, 2006

new stuff comin sooon


yaya,, defectivematta is hot somethings coming soon. What I don't know exactly. But it's gonna be good. Right? So yeah,, gots lots of other ideas too so need to get all this going for the big 2007. When the web will change for the better.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Toilet Habits of Successful Bloggers



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Friday, November 10, 2006

Pleasure - Out of Love Video



Haha, check this out > Pleasure video directed by the Tundra group with Heidrun Bjornsdottir on vocals.

Have a great weekend folks!

Friday, November 03, 2006

Thingamagoops are really just simple!



The Thingamagoops have oscillators just like any synth. On analog synths the oscillator that creates the actual tone you hear is called a VCO or voltage controlled oscillator. The Bleeps work a little differently so we'll just call it the main oscillator. Instead of using a keyboard, the main oscillator in the Thingamas is controlled by a photocell. Here's what the waveform from the main oscillator looks like.

Watch a video of the thingamagoop in action.

or visit bleeplaps.com for more info. Only $106

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Now If Edward Norton and Brad Pitt Would Just Show Up...

I'm going to go see Chuck Palahniuk this weekend at First Friday. First Friday is an art festival here in Vegas, we love it. Our good friend Brooks' best friend Brian runs the Art Factory here, and they sponsor the whole event. Its like mardi gras, except with art/music/literature. Anywho...


Chuck P. wrote Fight Club among many other twisted stories. He is, to be quite honest, my idol. He's a sick fuck, but he's the most amazing man ever. He's also gay, but you'd never know it. I loves him so much.

First time we saw him in person was a few years ago. I went down to see M. in So. Cal. as I did every 2 weeks, and we drove into LA to an old famous theater. We waited in line around the block with our tickets and once we got in, I surprised M. with the fact that I'd bought reserved seats, in the second row. Chuck P. gave a lecture about how he thinks up all the twisted shit in his books and how he writes, and his methodology. I'm a writer so this was literally the most fucking amazing thing I'd ever been to. Anyway, to make the night better, after he spoke to us, he sat down in front of us (i could touch him) and was like "ok! Now! Lets watch Fight Club together! FUCKIN A!"

and we watched that damn movie with him...the man who thought up everything, wrote the brilliant book, picked the awesome music for the movie (i love me some dust brothers). It was one of the best nights of my life. On the hour drive home from LA to M's house, it was a clear starry night. I said to M "dude, the only thing that could make this night better is if it would rain" and I swear to God, people, it started sprinkling about 10 minutes later out of nowhere. Hot damn.

So anyway, this weekend...he's going to be at First Friday as the Keynote speaker. Its a "book" themed festival this month. Holy, seriously, I'm so excited I cannot tell you. Art, movies, books...Chuck P.

Heaven? Is that you?

Monday, October 30, 2006

Black Dice - Smiling Off Video



This video is pure chaos and nuts. That's why it rules the school.

It's much better when you view it on your tv cause its kinda hard to see all the weirdness going on in this compressed video.

But check it out

Friday, October 27, 2006

The Indian Thriller



Probably the weirdest & funniest shit ever produced on earth.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Old Stuff I wrote a long time ago

Ever go through your old computer files and stumble upon weird stuff?
I found this from long ago.
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bleeding from the thumb
hit on by the fridge
last glass unites with
liquid spells of delight

master your consequence
feel and unite
these are the days



ice cubes tingle the tongue
black glass and polyurethane
unite the senses
afterglows remembrances

thee eternal now is now
pint shots and how
we used to be
always what we wanted to be

longitude by attitude
120 degress
left out in the open
moths express and light

clothes for overshadowing
cars for overtravelling
lets get it together
hot spells in summer



positive and negative
together

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we like it
blenders blending cars
trash compacting jars
life compacting life
whats going on

Carla is a jerk
you know what is going on
guys banging in the background
fucked over for drug money
uh huh

never ending lunch time
smashing goldfish in the back
ringer rings the call bell
singer sings the knife spell
stab in the heart is content

s is for sake
sake for going on and on
letters imprint themselves
nothing matters
mothers matter

Question marks represent
words drift in decent
push comes to death
very well we are here
every well disappears

clouds in formation
unite only in your mind
diffusion and unison
h after I
backward sounds us

lifelines shoot forth
under called by force
jungles rely on earth
we are the jungle
children singing 46 days



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plastic bags for reaching in,
linen soft touch for breathing
keys for journals and others
lipstick gloss and velour feel
lights shadow the street night

the electricity that is you is me
the ever connections
star glaze and math
optical illusions
lets forget the last seconds

sun breath and touch
we are the last and beginning torch
ever fire and ever ice
pinnacle and tow everlasting
your body dances in delight

pitch the last second thoughts
nothing and everything at once
joined together and forever shall be
this is the now
this is the end

never leaving never expiring
only thing that is left is laughter
move on
its what matters
its what is staying

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I lifted my arms
and the winds picked up
I lifted my arms
and lights shut off

I controll the leaves
that wave in the breeze
I am the leaves
that wave in the breeze

I am the ever pressing buttons
the ever expressing language
that speaks these words
that you hear

In your own head
I am there
as you are here
and always will be

Always in the middle
between edge and edge
breath and breath
life and life

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All original by Jeff :)

Up There In My Top 10 Of All Time

Unit three thousand twenty one is warming
Makes a humming sound - when its circuits
Duplicate emotions - and a sense of coldness detaches
As it tries to comfort your sadness


One more robot learns to be something more than
A machine - when it tries the way it does - makes it seem
Like it can love -
Cause it's hard to say what's real - when you know the
Way you feel - is it wrong to think it's love
When it tries the way it does...

Feeling a synthetic kind of love
Dreaming a sympathetic wish -
As the lights blink faster and brighter -

One more robot learns to be something more than
A machine - when it tries the way it does - makes it seem
Like it can love -
Cause it's hard to say what's real - when you know the
Way you feel - is it wrong to think it's love
When it tries the way it does...

_______________________________

if there's any album that gets me to explore things...art, music, thought gathering, writing, inspiration...its Yoshimi. I love it so. There's a guy my spouse used to work with who moved a few years ago. So everytime we hear this album, my spousie says "you remind me of *insert name* who moved away with his wife who was a physical therapist (or something like that) a few years ago. The way you take up new mediums and excel, the way you talk, your experiences, just the most awesome parts of you, they remind me of him. he's your twin." So anyway, when the spouse found out I LOVED this album, and knew this work guy did too, it opened a door for us to know eachother. It piqued the interest of my sig other enough to explore me and then love me. I loved this album before, but now it means so much more. Understand?

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Casimir Pulaski Day

Golden rod and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I find the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes
and he takes
and he takes

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Come On! Feel The Illinoise!

Oh great intentions
I've got the best of interventions
But when the ads come
I think about it now

In my infliction
Entrepreneurial conditions
Take us to glory
I think about it now

Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients
Cannot all creation call it celebration?
Or united nation. Put it to your head.

Oh great white city
I've got the adequate committee
Where have your walls gone?
I think about it now

Chicago, in fashion, the soft drinks, expansion
Oh Columbia!
From Paris, incentive, like Cream of Wheat invented,
The Ferris Wheel!

Oh great intentions
Covenant with the imitation
Have you no conscience?
I think about it now

Oh God of Progress
Have you degraded or forgot us?
Where have your laws gone?
I think about it now

Ancient hieroglyphic or the South Pacific
Typically terrific, busy and prolific

Classical devotion, architect promotion
Lacking in emotion. Think about it now.

Chicago, the New Age, but what would Frank Lloyd Wright say?
Oh Columbia!
Amusement or treasure, these optimistic pleasures
Like the Ferris Wheel!

Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients

Columbia!

I cried myself to sleep last night
And the ghost of Carl, he approached my window
I was hypnotized, I was asked
To improvise
On the attitude, the regret
Of a thousand centuries of death

Even with the heart of terror and the superstitious wearer
I am riding all alone
I am writing all alone

Even in my best condition, counting all the superstition
I am riding all alone
I am running all alone

And we laughed at the beatitudes of a thousand lines
We were asked at the attitudes
They reminded us of death

Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?

Even in his heart the Devil has to know the water level
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?

And I cried myself to sleep last night
For the Earth, and materials, they may sound just right to me

Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?

Even in his heart the Devil has to know the water level
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

We Dance Alone

Send a telegram
Tell me your thoughts
I want to live for a day
And the way that we lost
But unfortunately the train
Got crissed not crossed
Left the keys in the car
So the legs have to walk
Desert terrain and the wayward plain
Waiting for rain
And the dead ain't afraid
Of what pain might be
To the pleasure we knew
Before we had to move on
I did my best for you





Doo doo doo, doo doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo




Darker
We dance alone this way
It's getting darker
We dance alone this way





I waited for a fire
To collide with the planet
Tried to get back on the world
As it was turning around
Hundreds of pieces
From a life that crashed
Watching every minute
Of the wreckage that passed
'Cause motions wearing down
All my thoughts
'Til they're all smoothed out
Like rocks were tossed
Nooks and creeks
and the water to go
We descended on the reality
Down below





Darker

We dance alone this way

It's getting darker

We dance alone this way




I'm gonna grab a train
Gonna break the hope
I put the life beating out
Like a stray in a boat
Let the scenery pass
Like a blown-out TV
Thought I saw a ghost
But it might have been me
Might have been the world
That was moving too fast
Caught up in the future
That was coming to pass
Now looking for a place
Where the lights unravel
Last ditch road
Trespassers travel on





Darker

We dance alone this way

It's getting darker

We dance alone this way





We dance alone this way

Bad Hair But Cool Junk


go see. ok bye.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Exhuming McCarthy

You're beautiful, more beautiful than me
You're honorable, more honorable than me
Loyal to the Bank of America

It's a sign of the times
It's a sign of the times

You're sharpening stones, walking on coals
To improve your business acumen
Sharpening stones, walking on coals,
To improve your business acumen

Vested interest united ties, landed gentry rationalize
Look who bought the myth, by jingo, buy America

Enemy sighted, enemy met, I'm addressing the realpolitik
Look who bought the myth, by jingo, buy America

"Let us not assassinate this man further Senator,
You've done enough. Have you no sense of decency, sir?
At long last, have you left no sense of decency?"

We're sharpening stones, walking on coals
To improve your business acumen
Sharpening stones, walking on coals,
To improve your business acumen

Enemy sighted, enemy met, I'm addressing the realpolitik
You've seen start and you've seen quit
(I'm addressing the table of content)
I always thought of you as quick
Exhuming McCarthy
(Meet me at the book burning)
Exhuming McCarthy
(Meet me at the book burning)
Exhuming McCarthy
(Meet me at the book burning)
Exhuming McCarthy
(Meet me at the book burning)

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Chorus And The Ring

Hey there now young wholly, swing along
quote the scriptures, keep them guessing
which pit you crawled from.
Just defy it, just deny it, was it fun?
Your time is come -
What have you done? What have you done?

That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chime in, the Greek chorus,
the machine of God singing.

It's the poison that in measures brings illuminating vision
It's the knowing with a wink that we expect in Southern women
It's the wolf that knows which root to dig to save itself
It's the octopus that crawled back to the sea.

That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chime in, the Greek chorus,
the machine of God ring!

Hammered, shooting plywood in the backyard
laughing 'cause the racket makes the blackbirds sing.
Write the holy terror, suck the marrow from the bone -
singe your own wings burning books,
you got the chorus and the ring.

That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chime in the Greek chorus,
the machine sings.
That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chime in the Greek chorus,
the machine sings.

That's when the calibration brittle as a stick
gets you the gold ring
and the tar museum Che Guevera wink,
gold ring.

gold ring.

Sing...

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Midget Wrestling to Cheer you up!



I hope this cheers you up like it did me.

Hey Blogger, Verify This!!!

Google Image Search Eye of the Beholder



If you ever see these two in your room at night don't be alarmed. They're from the twilight zone.

On a sidenote why the f#$k is there word verification on blogger when your logged in? Blogger you dumb assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, September 29, 2006

Google Image Search Is Fun!

You know when you do a search for something and it comes up with some awesome pic? I play that game all day. Its like Russian Roulette, but totally not deadly. Unless you invite a demon in your house by looking at a picture of him, then its not fun. Here are a few sweet finds.

Search:

Auld Lang Syne
















Howdy Dave:

























My Noodle Says Static:





Love ~ A

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Ask Santa for a Keytar this year!


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Friday, September 15, 2006

Bruce Haack - King of Techno



Short excerpt of a documentary with Bruce Hack.

Jean Jacques Perrey - Chicken On The Rocks



God damn this is what I'm going to look like when I'm 70. I hope I'm this sweet.

Popcorn tree has now officially become an entertainment channel.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Moog Liberation



Oh and everyone should be walk around with these on the streets.

The liberation is Moog's strap-on portable performance synthesizer. It is simple to use and has that unique Moog sound. It's a 2-VCO monophonic analog synth with a simple polyphonic section for playing organ-type sounds. It also has a cool ribbon controller for pitch bending. Some other nice on-board features include a ring modulator, noise generator, and syncable VCO's.

Cars - Gary Numan - Polymoog



Everyone needs a Moog Polymoog.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Sweet Stop-motion videogame animation



Stop-motion videogame animation using everyday objects... highlighting classic retro game scenes!

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Intro song to Dr Who.



I've been trying to figure out where this song came from for the last couple years. It was in my head but I didn't know from where. I stumbled upon info on the BBC Radiophonic Workshop who produced the theme song for Dr. Who. Hartnell was behind the titles and was the original Dr Who. This video shows the different variations to the title. Interestingly enough the show ran for 26 seasons from 1963 to 1989. I believe the show aired on PBS as I didn't live in England growing up but Southern California. I used to watch PBS a lot and don't really remember the show but the intro song stuck with me all these years.

linear argument

See Sam Sit

Who made this mess?

10 is a magic number!

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Oh the remembrance - first posted Monday, July 15, 2002

More streams of consciousness. Heart to mind. Soul to shoes. Lakes and children. Summer at dawn. Cars and passersby. Ecological disaster. Centralized spinning eatery. Bacon and eggs. Salt with taxes. The trashmen are here. Taking away my mistakes. Underneath it all. Piled high. Stop as fast as I think, guillotine. Lunch hammers, reckless dress. Vertical sun pants. Leather speak and spells. Glass hierarchy. Fortitude of the mind. Here to there. Vast out reach. Variant anomaly. Boxing for money. Star search. Art for hire. Left over emotions. ¶ 7:01 AM
The time is here. Distant pings and beats of your unconscious awake. Gently pushing and pulling, back and forth like that of a rocking chair in slow motion. Ever constant even when you're not aware. Silent mornings paused in time. The world moves around you. We get lost in it all. We get lost in our minds. No one knows what your thinking. Your thoughts are there and they run free. Pulses of sound, rhythmic, persistent. Ambient waves with distortions of voices looped. I will never be able to stop time. It happens even without me. Until I act. Act against it. Use it to satisfy my own wants. Direct the illusions. Now move on to scene two.

Past Conversations of yesteryear gone by my dear friend

DsgnService: steal the eats, breaklunch you wealthy abyss
recyc9000: thor's middle extended through atmospheric ruby
DsgnService: extensions of the past .god
recyc9000: copy paste inhibit
DsgnService: preforated abandon left envelopes of turnkey waste, new patterns to the voluminous lifestyle
recyc9000: congratulations panther your meat feels slippery down the soft turn of our dinner fest
DsgnService: cusps the handshake of a million tribes
recyc9000: cranberry explosion of fluid emission
DsgnService: new wholesale glands stay 2 free nights
recyc9000: relapse the national credit motive in discreet parcels to be sold at the westinghouse fashion mall
DsgnService: buy 1 get 10 free minus arms
DsgnService: the blistfull wintertime wonder that creeps through the feet and makes the arms remote the hands to various sing sing rhythm
recyc9000: sock puppet infedelity in the frozen hemisphere cross strung innocense
DsgnService: puppets request the robot text and save the new sovereign state
DsgnService: http://www.nyvietnamveteransmemorial.org/vvm/memorial_kempner.html
recyc9000: holy shit is this actually on that monument?
DsgnService: I think so
DsgnService: we should make our way to new york at some point
DsgnService: im building the directory right now, thats how I found that site
recyc9000: directory for what?
recyc9000: new york?
DsgnService: yeah
DsgnService: http://www.new-york-hotels.bz/new-york/online-business-directory.htm
DsgnService: we need an office here http://www.rockcenterbizcenters.com/
recyc9000: for a rockerfeller company this site is lacking
DsgnService: yeah
DsgnService: yankee stadium doesnt even have a site
recyc9000: for real? wtf??????/
recyc9000: get on it
DsgnService: ill put a pic of a ball and a glove and the word why
DsgnService: i got a book on this lost city of Petra http://www.amnh.org/
recyc9000: fuckin crazy
DsgnService: hell yeah, city is 2000 plus years old carved out of the sides of this mysterious rock, its also in the bible
DsgnService: we can go there and shit
DsgnService: http://www.nycwax.com/index.cfm/bay/content.home.htm
DsgnService: j-lo's wax arse
recyc9000: hahaha, new york is the city of dreams
recyc9000: ya i'd be down to peeps the ancient ruins round the globe
DsgnService: yeah, what I read was awesome, you gots to take a tour on a donkey to get to that city
DsgnService: a dude will guide you there for money
DsgnService: thats where we will have our visions
recyc9000: hahahah now we're talking...that's indiana jones shit
recyc9000: fuck ya, talk to mohamadean angels lookin for a fix
DsgnService: 2000 years of history could lead to some serious mind alteration
recyc9000: hell ya
DsgnService: drinking fermented cacti plants and peyote
recyc9000: alright man i'm outta this slumhole...i'll be in context
DsgnService: yeah, laters goomba
recyc9000: latex
DsgnService: lates

I like Paul McCarthy

Ooooh this starts right when I get to LA

Hooray for Art and the people that love it and display it. This is showing at MOCA Nov. 19th as we arrive in LA.

Skin + Bones: Parallel Practices in Fashion and Architecture

Will I see you there?

I like Roy Lichtenstein

I like Jasper Johns

I like Robert Rauschenberg



Visit MOCA LA

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Creative writing! Hoooray@@

Check out the latest post. Alli maybe we can start this again and maybe it will make you a little bit happier. I wrote the newest post.

The inners and outers of circular involvement in regards to consciousness acceptance with breath being the god engine

Monday, August 21, 2006

Sabrina Scary


Ew. She has always scared me. I don't know why she's happy or why she wears masks and stuff but I've always found myself drawn to the site over the years. I don't know what the hell they say on that site because I don't speak the Japanese. She's scary Sabrina. Go see!

Sunday, August 13, 2006

smithsthshtshhtshsss

On the day that your mentality
Decides to try to catch up with your biology

Come round ...
'Cause I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face


On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology


I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face


A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor


A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor


And I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over my face


A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails
Raised on Prisoner's Aid
He killed a policeman when he was
Thirteen
And somehow that really impressed
Me
And it's written all over my face


Oh, these are the riches of the poor
These are the riches of the poor


I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's written all over my face


On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology


And if you ever need self-validation
Just meet me in the alley by the
Railway station
It's all over my face
Oh ...

Saweeeet

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Favorite Part of DCA



I'm a sucker for anything D, and CA, and when you put them to impecably composed music...thats what I'm talkin' about, Bob.

33 days and counting.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Quiznos- i love you v2.0

Best. Commercial. Ever... I must repeat.

although, I used to be terrified of their teeth.

Still am.

wanna see the original Spongemonkeys in action?

Quiznos - i love you



Best commercial ever for a food joint.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Guess What!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Keanu Reeves Does NOT Suck!

the end.

The Ruiners

The Ruiners Suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Except Liz and Rick, well maybe just Liz. Just met the ruiners in Oslo, Norway and talked to Liz half the night. Cool girl, down to earth, but her band... WTF. What a bunch of lame ass assholes. Erik was cool but damien the drummer was a fucking jerk off. I felt like I was back in 7th grade arguing with this douchebag about WW2 and his grandpappy fighting in the army. Guess what Damien, the fucking war wasn't about you or your grandpappy or your fucking stupid ego. So fuck you and your sly remarks made after you walked away. And the fact you walked a half mile then came back to take a whole pack of a Norwegians proud cuban cigars to smoke later just shows how much of a douchebag you are. And after I saw you the second time walking home, to have your long nose, long faced, long haired band member give me attitude was just over the edge. I said what I thought about you and your crap band, let alone what I said to Damien who was too busy trying to hook up with the norwegian marketeer to notice. Fuck you. Your sound is old news. Sorry Liz of "the ruiners" but your band name says it all. You might think about joining a band who isn't so into themselves and start playing with musicians who are smart. Are all people from detroit this lame? You're the first and last I wish to meet.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

FRENCH CONNECTION


The Ondes Martenot was one of the earliest 20th-century electronic musical instruments, and found favour with composers of avant-garde orchestral works for many years. Now, thanks to Cornish company Analogue Systems, it's getting a new lease of life...

Johnny Greenwood is an outspoken champion of the Ondes Martenot, a very early synthesizer, which he lists as one of his favorite instruments. The Ondes was popularized by French composer Olivier Messiaen, Greenwood's musical idol. Greenwood has composed a piece entitled Smear for a pair of Ondes Martenot. The Ondes can be heard on many Radiohead tracks, notably "The National Anthem", "How to Disappear Completely" from Kid A and "Cymbal Rush" from "The Eraser. Due to the inherent fragility of antique electronic instruments of this type and time period, an analogue keyboard controller developed at Greenwood's behest by the company French Connection is instead utilized during live Radiohead appearances to control his analogue modular synthesizers. In addition, other devices such as the Korg Kaoss Pad have been introduced on newer tracks and integrated into the live shows as well.

Sound on Sound article about the French Connection

French Connection

thom yorke cymbal rush

Thursday, August 03, 2006

I like his sounds...

Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become inconvenient
In the harrowdown hill
Where you went to school
That's where I am
That's where I'm lying down

Did I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
And where's the blood?
And where's the blood?

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it

So don't ask me
Ask the ministry
Don't ask me
Ask the ministry

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't count

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

Can you see me when I'm running?
Can you see me when I'm running?
Away from them

I can't take their pressure
No one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.

I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
And if you'd 'a took to me like
Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

I'm for spare parts, broken up

What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight
It's the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening

And it's fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
Cause I'm right here and I'm today
With your fingers you can touch me

I'm your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is fucked up, fucked up

You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up

Be your black swan, black swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Up and coming writer

Alter of All is a book in process by an up and coming writer.

It is a religiophilosophical novel about the fictional metropolis, New Rome, and the last days of the human species. Most of my friends are already familiar with the topic, but anyone coming across what I will post about the book here might be a little confused. With that in mind, I thought I would offer sort of an introduction into how I came about the idea, how it has developed, and what it is that I am trying to accomplish.


Daniel Sawyer

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Our Favorite Song

Sometimes he holds my hand and sings this to me when we're in the car on long drives. In 3 days we'll have a new baby. He loves me. I'm so blessed right now.

___________________________________________________________

People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one, and we've just begun,
Think I'm gonna have a son.
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love,
Sun is gonna shine above.

Seems as though a month ago I was beta chi, never got high,
Oh, I was a sorry guy.
And now I smile and face a girl that shares my name,
Now I'm through with the game, this boy will never be the same.

Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind,
And the little boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none, now we've just begun,
Yeah, we're gonna fly to the sun.

Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,
Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind, buddy, take her home,
Don't you live alone, try to earn what lovers own.

And even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.

Monday, July 10, 2006

my new fav show: The Plonsters


The Plonsters are three cuddly little monsters made of clay that can transform themselves into anything: a tree, a garbage bin, a worm, a boat, a crane or even a shark. These delightful creatures certainly know how to have fun!

VIDEO LINK

Friday, July 07, 2006

i like flikr

and my name is Castaspella.

thats all ya gotta know.

I'm buying a new camera tomorrow...instead of paying my husbands car payment.

insensitive light relief

pro athletes love light relief, but they'll try anything. Santa Anita to Belmonte...it doesn't matter. 10-15 guys at the top of their game, sitting on horses, racing, pulling hamstrings every second. Light relief for injuries. Who knows. Light means life, we'll harness it one day and when we bend it around objects, they'll be teleported. I know it.

It's 2:15 am, my sig-other is snoring in our bed, unaware of my absense from the bed. I'm not ready to sleep, this baby in me thinks he has business to take care of. I'm dilated to a 3 and I waddle, but the scale today said I lost 14 lbs. I don't know if that's good or not. I eat. I don't worry.

Mikes mom once said that if we had a child together, she'd ignore it, she'd pretend it wasn't born. Well...last week, his sister and mom and dad sent us a box literally the size of a small car that was jammed packed with clothes, blankets, pajamas, baby chairs...everything we'll need for the first year. They're excited for the baby and they call every day. Its amazing what a tiny person can do to a cold cold heart.

Its seems like hearts are melting all over the place. There's only room for love anymore. There's only room for love.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

St Judy's Comet

Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast

Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake

Little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies

Well I sang it once and I sang it twice
I'm going to sing it three times more
I'm going to stay 'til your resistance
Is overcome
'Cause if I can't sing my boy to sleep
Well it makes your famous daddy look so dumb
look so dumb

Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake

Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies

Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast

Monday, June 19, 2006

We're Gonna Be Friends

fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, book and pens
i can tell that we are gonna be friends
i can tell that we are gonna be friends

walk with me, suzy lee
through the park, by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we've found
safely walk to school
without a sound
safely walk to school
without a sound

well here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there's dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now it's time to learn
we clean up and now it's time to learn

numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height against the wall
teacher marks our height against the wall

we don't notice any time pass
we don't notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that i sound funny
but she likes the way you sing

tonight i'll dream while i'm in bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
when i wake tomorrow i'll bet
that you and i will walk together again
i can tell that we
are going to be friends
yes, i can tell that we
are going to be friends

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Paradise Found

the problem with paradise is that it never lasts. imagine your partner doing naughty things to you while your lower half is submerged underwater. sooner or later, he will have to come up for air. all good things end. -- my friend, on a bike

Monday, May 08, 2006

Uncle Eddie


my uncle ed has a lotus museum in Salt Lake City. He's eccentric and he's awesome and he had polio as a child, hence the small right arm. he moved to brazil when he was in his late 20's and married a gorgeous brazillian woman. she's a professor of anthropology or a doctor or something like that. they had 2 kids after they moved back to the u.s. he's really cool and he takes care of my ailing grandmother who is totally crazy, which is even better. its funny how he has only one good arm/leg and yet he collects/drives/races exotic and foreign cars. he's awesome. he also collects money.

Friday, May 05, 2006


Vintage photos rock!

Remember Bob's Big Boy? We used to go and enjoy their burgers every so often as kids. I used to have a Bob's Big Boy bank to keep my money in.

Ahh the sweet halloween costumes of yesteryear. I think being a pirate should regain it's popularity.

Vintage photos are fun. So Nostalgic.

Miss Steel Pier circa 1960

Check out this sweet guitar playing monkey!

Thursday, May 04, 2006



these are the colors your walls are in your room, baby.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Reader Meet Author

You don’t know a thing about their lives
They live where you wouldn’t dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you all lie side by side

Reader, meet author
With the hope of hearing sense
But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defense
He says no-one ever sees me when I cry

You don’t know a thing about their lives
Books don’t save them, books aren’t stanley knives
And if a fight broke out here tonight
You’d be the first away, because you’re that type
And the year 2000 won’t change anyone here
As each fabled promise flies so fast
You’ll swear it was never there

Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life?
So safely with your software, miles from the front line
You hear the way their sad voice sings, and you start to imagine things
Oh, any excuse to write more lies

Dress Up In You

I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band
You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand
Cos you've got a beautiful faith
It will take you places

You kept running
You've got money, you've got fame
Every morning I see your picture from the train
Now you're an actress!
So says your résumé
You're made of card
You couldn't act your way out of a paper bag

You got lucky, you ain't talking to me now
Little Miss Plucky
Pluck your eyebrows for the crowd
Get on the airplane
You give me stomach pain
I wish that you were here
We would have had a lot to talk about

We had a deal there
We nearly signed it with our blood…
An understanding
I thought that you would keep your word
I'm disappointed
I'm aggravated
It's a fault I have, I know
When things don't go my way I have to

Blow up in the face of my rivals
I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival
The men are surprised by the language
They act so discreet, they are hypocrites so fuck them too!

I always loved you
You always had a lot of style
I'd hate to see you on the pile
Of ‘nearly-made-it' s
You've got the essence, dear
If I could have a second skin
I'd probably dress up in you

You're a star now, I am fixing people's nails
I'm knitting jumpers, I'm working after hours
I've got a boyfriend, I've got a feeling that he's seeing someone else
He always had a thing for you as well

Blow in the face of my rivals
I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival
The men are surprised by the language
They act so discreet, they are hypocrites forget them
So fuck them too

Friday, April 28, 2006

...

tiny chrome elevator
whisk me away
my keyboard shortcuts
aren't fast enough

Monday, April 24, 2006

Renaissance Affair

Sweet relief calms me down
Makes me drown
Lost and found
Neighbours complain
Sheets are stained
Hotel shower
The best around

Spacing from
Paris to New York
Silver sunglasses
Silver phone
Connect us to someone
Who doesn't know
About these feelings we can't control

People they want us to fall down
But we won't ever
Touch the ground
'Cause we're perfectly balanced
We'll float around
'Til noone is near
Do you hear this sound

Spacing from
Paris to New York
Silver sunglasses
Silver phone
Connect us to someone
Who doesn't know
About these feelings we can't control

This strange feeling captures us
It generates this huge fuzz
I miss you all the time
I must face
I miss your touch and your embrace

Friday, April 21, 2006

i dig on people
who can write haiku, too bad
they're mostly gay...damn

today's my birthday...somebody write me a song.

Also, there's a new guy in our office, he dresses really well and speaks with a south american accent. Quite the savvy émigré, I must say.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Funny Little Frog

Honey lovin you is the greatest thing
I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late at night and I love your soul
I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report

You’re my picture on the wall
You’re my vision in the hall
You’re the one I’m talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don’t even know it
I am livin out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You’re the funny little frog in my throat

My eye sight’s fading, my hearing’s dim
I can’t get insured for the state I’m in
I’m a danger to myself I’ve been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night
But I don’t get disapproving from my girl
She gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls..

You’re my picture on the wall
You’re my vision in the hall
You’re the one I’m talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don’t even know it
I am livin out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You’re the funny little frog in my throat

I had a conversation with you at night
It’s a little one sided but that’s allright
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark changing places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You’ve come to save my life again

I don’t dare to touch your hand
I don’t dare to think of you
In a physical way
And I don’t know how you smell
You are the cover of my magazine
You’re my fashion tip, a living museum
I’d pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
I’ll maybe tell you all about it someday

We are the sleepyheads

Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones
Looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone
So far gone
I took a turn to myself
And I was surprised, cause I saw everyone who ever I had loved
I felt a whole lot better after that

People look at us and they think were doing fine
People look at us cause they see us all the time
All the time
But they never take to us
We've been in this town so long we may as well be dead
So long as people turn their heads
And cross the street whenever we walk on by

Someone told the truth when it really mattered most
The beauty of the moment is the beauty sadly lost
Sadly lost
So I went around to your house
Over tea and gin we talked about the things we read
In Luke and John the things he said

We're always mourning, we are the sleepyheads

Baby



Come quickly. The next 14 weeks will drag. I can't wait to hold you.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

I Love Prophet MUHAMMED

I Kiss You!

I NEED a little Phatty...NEED people. Also, I love Mozart, have since I was little. I'd listen to Beach Boys, Bee Gees, the Beatles (wow, lots of B's) and Mozart. I lived in So Cal and my dad was a beatnik. Mom was in school getting a masters in Musicology. I was very tan and blonde, and I loved Mozart and was not ashamed.

Synthesizers, Theremins and Little Phatty's



Oooh, the sound of synthesizers and theremins. Bringing electricity to life via sound. How much fun to hear spacey sounds that float your thoughts off into the ether? Did you know moog just came out with a new synth themselves? It's called the Little Phatty and looks freakin sweet. It does less then their full fledged voyager but also costs less.

I want me a Little Phatty. :)

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Damn SEE GULZ

Sometimes I sit in the bath listening to Morrisey and then I wonder if I'm being a little dramatic, which only makes me laugh, then sadly cry at the fact that I'm absolutely crazy. Plus, I can drive a boat (which I already knew but the other day in my bathtub I remembered it), which is handy if we ever all go on a cruise and el capitan dies at the wheel. Score.

Yo, find a mug for me thats so big I have to strain to pick it up.

I am dreaming SO weird lately. Hm. Oh, and sometimes I'm Audrey Hepburn and my scarf starts to blow off and my best friend Kris, who is Bridget Bardot in my dreams, well she comes over and ties it tight around my chin and says "darling, you mustn't wear it so loose, the seagulls will have an absolute HAYday with it!" and tromps off.

yay!

baby

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Audio Books are Fun

What's better then reading your favorite author? Hearing their work read outloud by them or a professional that's what. Working online or going for a walk I like to listen to audio books on all types of different things like buddhism, beat poetry, marketing or whatever. Right now I'm listening to All Marketers Are Liars and The Big Moo by Seth Godin. If you haven't gotten into digital audio books then I suggest looking into it. It might make your work day go by a little faster if your stuck at a day job in front of a computer.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

play

Question marks the sunbeam
Hollowed out tree trunks
We used to play as kids
War, hide n seek, balloons
Hollowed out ponds and pools
to skate in off on
dirty kids with nothing to do
planning and designing
making music with buckets

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Alms For The Poor aka Me

Please, sir or madam, could you purchase for me a Nikon D70 w/lenses and tripod?

thanky thanky

Monday, March 20, 2006

Instant Panic

Doctors comfort
sounds in ultrawaves
show us healthy movement.

Who delegates the right to
make me sick?

Simplify your explanations...
don't take my/your water!

5 inch needles into my stomach
just to find out if you're...

...going to be normal...
...going to be smart...
...going to need assistance...

They quote statistics...

"2 percent! 2 percent chance he'll have Downs Syndrome...but if you think of it this way, Mrs. E, its a 98 percent chance he'll be normal. Doesn't that sound so much better? Don't blame yourself, its a genetic fluke. There's nothing you could have done...Anyway (so casually...) you'll find out in 10 days. Thats when we get the results back"

but I wonder (every second of the day/night)...

Could I have taken my vitamins with better frequency?
Did I take enough folic acid? Am I too old to have a baby?

...I have prayed outloud for days. I won't stop anytime soon.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

The Modern Age of Ubiquity

In this country you gotta make the money first
then you get the power
First chance look at afterbirth phonetics
A real clam shell
positively ape
a no mans lands of forbidden fruits
quasi spiritual
true and robust in it's nature

Lounge around the camp fire
it's brisk here
earth gnomes and feather people
vibrating tongues
leather eyes
a satchel for pebbles and bone
all's quiet on the western front

Here we bring in the trash
and put out the clothes
naked vibrant and celestial
rampant laughter and thoughts
nonstop chatter
the ebb and flow of time
its all that matters

Paint a picture for me
call it The Modern Age of Ubiquity
I'll put it away
bring it out in a year
and we can sit around it drinking tea
and talk about what a lovely thought it was
and how the lines bring us back
to the day
when the world was a simple place

Friday, March 03, 2006

Don't You Know Its Nighttime?

Hey, those are my ribs
my bones you shove.
your tiny feet...or are they
hands?

Sleeping I lie, your
fathers arm tucked around
me from behind me...
as usual.

That's when you
decide its
time to move your legs
time to move your arms

hey, are these ribs?
I'll just kick them
they're in my way
MY WAY.

Selfish, but allowed to be
my son already
and I'm totally
in love.

Loving you has...

made me love me
made him love him
made us love eachother...again.

Hurry.

Friday, February 24, 2006

hiccups

The sudden you.
Father, Mother, Sun
Lips face and tongue
the new embrace of life
its a coming

Circular and vibrant
pulsating hearbeat rythm
kicking and moving
encompassed
lively

Rings jump to life
interconnection
always here, always near
the ever changing sameness
of being

We bring on the bring on
we connect the connected
we live the lives
that live life
forever

Friday, February 10, 2006

Flippy

"The secret to success is sincerity. Once you can fake that, you've got it made." - Jean Giraudoux

"The progressive development of man is vitally dependent on invention. It is the most important product of his creative brain. Its ultimate purpose is the complete mastery of mind over the material world, the harnessing of the forces of nature to human needs." - Nikola Tesla

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Push comes to shovels

Sweet elastic film. The kind that grabs you and splits your eyeballs with acorn-like rainbows. Magical elves dancing in skittles commercials. Glossy popcorn popped fresh in automotive paint shops. Bumpers dented and hanging having fulfilled their purpose. Shiny windowshields shielding wind from shine. Plausible possibilities. We all organize ourselves as I do in the morning. Gather together. Look at myself in the mirror. Squirel face and large hands. Possum paws, more like racoons, blindly act on the ideas I send them. When I outstretch my arm it looks alien. Something out of a movie or an automotive assembly line. Foreign and strange. I can pick my headphones up with just a thought. Placing them on my head bone for ears to hear. Sound vibrates air. Pushing pushes. Thoughts ignite. I start to write.

In The Elevator

Today, as I was going to the 5th floor of my office, I got into the elevator with a couple. They seemed my age, dressed to the 9's as is everyone I work with. They didn't share a glance, not even a touch, but there was electricity. I could feel it, sense it...I know that feeling, the feeling of unmistakeable magnetic attraction when its being fought against for whatever reason. As I stepped out onto my floor, the doors began to close and the girl spoke to him thinking that I couldn't hear:

"Do you still love your wife then?" she asked.

as the doors slid closed, he replied:

"No, but I don't know how to leave her..."

The Best Bakery In Poulsbo

Pollen sticks to the early leaves. Talking breeze speaks breakfast and coffee, stuck in my nose, burning my brain. I'll stop walking, come on. Catch up. You never walk beside me, why do I have to lead? We're going to miss the goddamn ferry again.

The noise of the street is just enough sound to clear my head. Up and down like a 12 year old girl, hormonal or maybe just immature. Grow up and be the one you were yesterday, 3 days ago, last week. Year. Lifetime. You skip around like a frog in a pond. I'm in the ankle deep grass, catching fireflies while you watch and wish you were, too. Come here, we've done this before. The daylight won't hurt you, remember?
Tell her(him),
Tell her(him) (s)he can kiss my ass, then laugh and say that you were only kidding
That way (s)he’ll know that it’s really, really, really, really me, me
Baby, instant soup doesn’t really grab me
Today I need something more sub-sub-sub-substantial
A can of beans or blackeyed peas, some nescafe and ice,
A candy bar, a falling star, or a reading of doctor seuss
The cat in the hat came back, wrecked a lot of havoc on the way,
Always had a smile and a reason to pretend
But their world has flat backgrounds and little need to sleep but to dream
The sidewinder sleeps on his back

c loud c all

Float down gentle snowflake. Cars fall outside, out of the sky. Numbers glisten in the spotlight. Shimmer the light calls from a fogged up window. Circles wiped away for a clearer view. The sun rises in the east, sets in my shirt pocket for happy keeping. Night brings the star dancers. Parades of celestial occupents exchanging vast energy impulses. Shake my hand cloud formation before you go. It's always nice to do business with you. The skyline your byline. Immediately recognizable pattern of up and down, here and now. It'd be silly to define it. Never hiding it. I'd like to ride it. Off into the distance. Peering below at all the tiny things.

Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite

This here is the place I will be staying
There isn’t a number. you can call the pay phone
Let it ring a long, long, long, long time
If I don’t pick up, hang up, call back, let it ring some more
If I don’t pick up, pick up. the sidewinder sleeps, sleeps, sleeps in a coil

There are scratches all around the coin slot
Like a heartbeat, baby, trying to wake up,
But this machine can only swallow money
You can’t lay a patch by computer design
It’s just a lot of stupid, stupid signs

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

So you think you have found the solution
But it's just another illusion
So before you check out your tide
Don't leave another cornerstone
Standing there behind
We've got to face the day
Ooh-we come what may
We the street people talking
We the people struggling

Now they are sitting on a time bomb
Now I know the time has come
What goes on up is coming on down
Goes around and comes around

Breathe Deeply

My most favorite time of day is when the sun is down, the moon is out and the sky is still blue, not yet black. I could walk down silent streets feeling the cool air mixed with the warmth still coming from the ground that was heated by the day. God, I could walk in that forever.

A little town with pubs starting to liven, tiny sounds of people laughing, dishes clinking in a kitchen...preparing dinner for early birds who drink beer by the pint. Shop owners turning the signs from "Open" to "Closed", streetlights blinking on, softly illuminating the streets that look wet from the gentle atmosphere surrounding this tragically beautiful hour.

Whomever named "12 oclock midnight" the witching hour certainly didn't take the time to notice the obvious magic that is dusk.

I dream about this every night. The same old friends are always there, the friends I only see in my dreams now...

So much trouble in the world

So much trouble in the world now
Bless my eyes this morning
JAH sun is on the rise once again
The way earthly things are going
Anything can happen

You see men sailing on their ego trips
Blast off on their spaceships
Million miles from reality
No care for you, no care for me
So much trouble in the world now
All you've got to do is give a little
Give a little, give a little
One more time ye-a-h! ye-ah!

His Name

We're having a baby boy in a few months. His name will be Gottlieb. Or Harper. Or Amadeus.

One of those is truth.

Truth or dare...

Listening to: The Shins. Lovely.

Eating: Cheezits.

Wishing for: A Coke slurpee, only from 7-11.

Should be: sleeping...I work in 7 hours, not to mention baby cookin' is hard work.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Most Enjoyable Part Of Marriage

When you enjoy the same music and can stay up at night every night together watching movies made in 1937-1942, laughing at the script and wishing for a wardrobe just like the heroine/hero's, happy finally and totally exempt of anything but absolute perfection in friendship and love.

This is why I'm the luckiest person on earth.

Now back to your regularly scheduled movie...featuring Bela Lugosi as the Monster in Frankenstein Meets the Wolfman...here...on TMC.

Friday, February 03, 2006

back to the future

Throughout history people have always lived in the now. They are in the same time and place with the same ideas of past, present and future.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Good Vibrations

When I was a kid I used to play in a band that air strummed to Beach Boy songs. I sang along while pretending to play my electronic kids guitar and my friend drummed. We played for a few weeks and usually played to "surfer girl", "surfin usa" and "surfin safari". I knew all the words and really got into it. We thought we were good. What was it about the beach boys that got us going? Maybe it was growing up in California with the whole surfer image and good vibes thing happening. It was the late seventies and I don't remember a better time to be a kid.

A great female vocal group from Glasgow gives off that same vibe with beach boys sounding licks. Check out Camera Obscura. Check out their album "underachievers please try harder".

Monday, January 23, 2006

Acceptable 3 Letter Words For Scrabble Players

AAH AAL AAS ABA ABO ABS ABY ACE ACT ADD ADO ADS ADZ AFF AFT AGA AGE AGO AHA AIDAIL AIM AIN AIR AIS AIT ALA ALB ALE ALL ALP ALS ALT AMA AMI AMP AMU ANA AND ANE ANI ANT ANY APE APT ARB ARC ARE ARF ARK ARM ARS ART ASH ASK ASP ASS ATE ATT AUK AVA AVE AVO AWA AWE AWL AWN AXE AYE AYS AZO BAA BAD BAG BAH BAL BAM BAN BAP BAR BAS BAT BAY BED BEE BEG BEL BEN BET BEY BIB BID BIG BIN BIO BIS BIT BIZ BOA BOB BOD BOG BOO BOP BOS BOT BOW BOX BOY BRA BRO BRR BUB BUD BUG BUM BUN BUR BUS BUT BUY BYE BYS CAB CAD CAM CAN CAP CAR CAT CAW CAY CEE CEL CEP CHI CIS COB COD COG COL CON COO COP COR COS COT COW COX COY COZ CRY CUB CUD CUE CUM CUP CUR CUT CWM DAB DAD DAG DAH DAK DAL DAM DAP DAW DAY DEB DEE DEL DEN DEV DEW DEX DEY DIB DID DIE DIG DIM DIN DIP DIS DIT DOC DOE DOG DOL DOM DON DOR DOS DOT DOW DRY DUB DUD DUE DUG DUI DUN DUO DUP DYE EAR EAT EAU EBB ECU EDH EEL EFF EFS EFT EGG EGO EKE ELD ELF ELK ELL ELM ELS EME EMF EMS EMU END ENG ENS EON ERA ERE ERG ERN ERR ERS ESS ETA ETH EVE EWE EYE FAD FAG FAN FAR FAS FAT FAX FAY FED FEE FEH FEM FEN FER FET FEU FEW FEY FEZ FIB FID FIE FIG FIL FIN FIR FIT FIX FIZ FLU FLY FOB FOE FOG FOH FON FOP FOR FOU FOX FOY FRO FRY FUB FUD FUG FUN FUR GAB GAD GAE GAG GAL GAM GAN GAP GAR GAS GAT GAY GED GEE GEL GEM GEN GET GEY GHI GIB GID GIE GIG GIN GIP GIT GNU GOA GOB GOD GOO GOR GOT GOX GOY GUL GUM GUN GUT GUV GUY GYM GYP HAD HAE HAG HAH HAJ HAM HAO HAP HAS HAT HAW HAY HEH HEM HEN HEP HER HES HET HEW HEX HEY HIC HID HIE HIM HIN HIP HIS HIT HMM HOB HOD HOE HOG HON HOP HOT HOW HOY HUB HUE HUG HUH HUM HUN HUP HUT HYP ICE ICH ICK ICY IDS IFF IFS ILK ILL IMP INK INN INS ION IRE IRK ISM ITS IVY JAB JAG JAM JAR JAW JAY JEE JET JEU JEW JIB JIG JIN JOB JOE JOG JOT JOW JOY JUG JUN JUS JUT KAB KAE KAF KAS KAT KAY KEA KEF KEG KEN KEP KEX KEY KHI KID KIF KIN KIP KIR KIT KOA KOB KOI KOP KOR KOS KUE LAB LAC LAD LAG LAM LAP LAR LAS LAT LAV LAW LAX LAY LEA LED LEE LEG LEI LEK LET LEU LEV LEX LEY LEZ LIB LID LIE LIN LIP LIS LIT LOB LOG LOO LOP LOT LOW LOX LUG LUM LUV LUX LYE MAC MAD MAE MAG MAN MAP MAR MAS MAT MAW MAX MAY MED MEL MEM MEN MET MEW MHO MIB MID MIG MIL MIM MIR MIS MIX MOA MOB MOC MOD MOG MOL MOM MON MOO MOP MOR MOS MOT MOW MUD MUG MUM MUN MUS MUT NAB NAE NAG NAH NAM NAN NAP NAW NAY NEB NEE NET NEW NIB NIL NIM NIP NIT NIX NOB NOD NOG NOH NOM NOO NOR NOS NOT NOW NTH NUB NUN NUS NUT OAF OAK OAR OAT OBE OBI OCA ODD ODE ODS OES OFF OFT OHM OHO OHS OIL OKA OKE OLDOLE OMS ONE ONS OOH OOT OPE OPS OPT ORA ORB ORC ORE ORS ORT OSE OUD OUR OUT OVA OWE OWL OWN OXO OXY PAC PAD PAH PAL PAM PAN PAP PAR PAS PAT PAW PAX PAY PEA PEC PED PEE PEG PEH PEN PEP PER PES PET PEW PHI PHT PIA PIC PIE PIG PIN PIP PIS PIT PIU PIX PLY POD POH POI POL POM POP POT POW POX PRO PRY PSI PUB PUD PUG PUL PUN PUP PUR PUS PUT PYAPYE PYX QAT QUA RAD RAG RAH RAJ RAM RAN RAP RAS RAT RAW RAX RAY REB REC RED REE REF REG REI REM REP RES RET REV REX RHO RIA RIB RID RIF RIG RIM RIN RIP ROB ROC ROD ROE ROM ROT ROW RUB RUE RUG RUM RUN RUT RYA RYE SAB SAC SAD SAE SAG SAL SAP SAT SAU SAW SAX SAY SEA SEC SEE SEG SEI SEL SEN SER SET SEW SEX SHA SHE SHH SHY SIB SIC SIM SIN SIP SIR SIS SIT SIX SKA SKI SKY SLY SOB SOD SOL SON SOP SOS SOT SOU SOW SOX SOY SPA SPY SRI STY SUB SUE SUM SUN SUP SUQ SYN TAB TAD TAE TAG TAJ TAM TAN TAO TAP TAR TAS TAT TAU TAV TAW TAX TEA TED TEE TEGTEL TEN TET TEW THE THO THY TIC TIE TIL TIN TIP TIS TIT TOD TOE TOG TOM TON TOO TOP TOR TOT TOW TOY TRY TSK TUB TUG TUI TUN TUP TUT TUX TWA TWO TYE UDO UGH UKE ULU UMM UMP UNS UPO UPS URB URD URN USE UTA UTS VAC VAN VAR VAS VAT VAU VAV VAW VEE VEG VET VEX VIA VIE VIG VIM VIS VOE VOW VOX VUG WAB WAD WAE WAG WAN WAP WAR WAS WAT WAW WAX WAY WEB WED WEE WEN WET WHA WHO WHY WIG WIN WIS WIT WIZ WOE WOG WOK WON WOO WOP WOS WOT WOW WRY WUD WYE WYN XIS YAH YAK YAM YAP YAR YAW YAY YEA YEH YEN YEP YES YET YEW YID YIN YIP YOB YOD YOK YOM YON YOU YOW YUK YUM YUP ZAG ZAP ZAX ZED ZEE ZEK ZIG ZIN ZIP ZIT ZOA ZOO

Friday, January 20, 2006

Ollie Ollie Oxen Free!

Ollie Ollie Oxen Free! We all yelled at the same time in unison. Everyone was free. From the turmoil, exhaustive assemblage of the disembodied life struggles and social torment. A capitulated existence where we slumber under the hard fist of the iron, relentless governments. Thick skinned, battered down, now brazen souls lashing out against everything in hopes of a meaning. Some kind of signal or recognition, the reckoning of war! What fears do we have then? The useless commercial haze of dollar bills, gold mines and oil refineries. The real black gold of yesteryear when slaves were the first method of gaining ground on the new capitalist ideals. The all sacrificing golgotha. Is there such a thing as getting ahead, getting a one-up on reality, the world, the universe?

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Path Home

I'm pressing the doorbell of someone's apartment I don't know. The bell doesn't ring, it shorts out and creates a static short circuiting sound. The kind of sound a car battery makes when I accidentally touch one of the terminals with incorrect jumper cables. I press it once and my life changes. I press it twice and my ears reinvent themselves. I keep pressing and this song arises. Head now nodding, a baker comes outside across the street with a broom. He starts strumming it like a new-age mod rockstar. A homeless man asleep behind a few trash cans starts drumming on lids. People open up their windows and start waving arms, dancing. A girl in an apartment slowly gets up, opens her door and begins to decend the stairs from the 5th floor. She sings with a soft voice.

Ad Hoc

Everything matches
the symphonic weighing of
harmonic simplicity that flows
freely from brass and wooden lightshafts
postured easily next to the bold-type italicism
that steps up ready for the next fan clap, the newest
audition that takes composite notes and selects our greatest
ears...greatest fears and binds them to the next great curtain call...

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

FUSTILUGS

A grossly fat or slovenly woman.


In those moments when only insults will do, how good it is to turn to the inventive but unsung genius of everyday folk, whose local dialect is so often full of expressive abuse.
This one still has some small currency, mostly in Yorkshire I believe, though at one time it was widely known across a swathe of England ranging from Cumbria to Devon. That it will almost certainly be unknown to the object of your obloquy will add relish to your utterance, though it might not be too hard to work out it isn’t complimentary. It has rarely been written down outside dialect glossaries, but it did appear in 1621 in a long passage full of terms of opprobrium in The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton:

“Every lover admires his mistress, though she be ... a vast virago, or an ugly tit, a slug, a fat fustilugs”.


Many people know lug as a dialectal or regional English term for the ear (a British comedian used to exhort his audience to listen carefully with the cry “pin back your lugholes!”). If that sense were intended, the term would mean “smelly ears”, suggesting that the person didn’t wash, a plausible origin. However, the Oxford English Dictionary is sure that it’s the idea of lugging around a heavy weight that’s at the root of the matter.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Everyone get bloggy

Smack your blog up! Professor Tunnel Vision Espress© says "get your blog on". That's the word on the street as of 1-89-0006. Filter mutation has swayed textual emotion since the inception of consciousness. Now with sloppy joe home delivery packs everyone can enjoy blogging as well as meat filled bread mitts. Forget the light sockets these bread mitts light themselves! Inside your guts mind you. Tungsten delivers extra vitamins as well as random black outs. Internal bleeding means your succeeding in life and brain hemorrhaging means your a successful blogger.

Sidenote: People will soon be able to get blogstamps at their local foodmart to be able to blog.

George Washington once said "I would like to someday be able to convey my thoughts with my hands without using a pen and see them on a magic light screen inwhich the whole world will be able to access and view." Please note this was George Washington Carver not the first president. Carver was noted as being crazy and people were afraid of his fascination with the peanut. Anyhoo...

What this means is if you aint blogging you ain't bleedin. And if you ain't bleedin then you certainly don't deserve no damn sloppy joe snackwhich. And if you don't deserve a sloppy joe, well then you just ain't livin.

So, blog up! Carver didn't invent the computer for nuttin.