penultimatum

christmas has come and gone.
cynthia sick and gives it to me, as a gift.
the basementality takes hold and finishing up projects (floor, trim, clutter!) take priority. too miserable to go out.
spent the x day at lidia and butch's. champagne, home cooked food, a stinky cigar and a uber hot niece. same as it ever was. the weather is depressing. no party's this season. for no good reason. just saying so and letting go.
so now i set up the studio for moi. hook up the turntable. reconfigure the laptop, set up the speakers, crank open the rhodes. life moves in stereo.
time to poy up and book my utah flight. the plan now is to hang for a few days after the tenth with dennis and familia.
there is little activity at the flickr accounts, but still it's comforting to lurk every once in a while.
my head cold has traversed down into the chest and not even aromotheraputic steamers can halt the painful coughing. couldn't sleep at all last night. boo boo is up. she must have to pee. cynthia will arise soon. cancel plans with dee dee and crawl back under the covers until noon. welcome to the glass house.
best music of the year is "electric gypsyland" dub mashups of acoustic folkloria. that and a 4 dollar rough guide CD. praise jah. I will try and sneak a few more entries before returning to work in 4 more days. good riddance and fare the well 2006.
hemp rules

watts yo dosha?

survival of the season.
no scabbies allowed
heat and ice, an occassional smoke
mystery santa
unexpected, useless gifts
the miracle is in the giving, scroogie.
the signage is improved
the baton is passed
anew dictator - stir it up
a venture to the camp between holidays
they are makeing the rounds
clearing us out for the 13 days
trying to maintain balance.
putting deadlines on the fun
if you are late, you get zero, zilch, nada. no sympathy with apathy
overthinking is the enemy.
a new year and thoughts are more concise and clear. progress is a road not taken.
success too high a price to pay.

oh holy daze

the best laid plans often fail
the best party
of the season
happens in a barn
with no animals

plasma is charged gas
along with liquid, solid and gas, it rules the composition of the universes.
i need a cold drink and a hot bath
tomorrow never knows
relax, float downstream

best intentions

Why do we hurt? how do we reconcile the evil man bequeaths upon other men. men v. women.
single v. married. childless v. family values.
I begin the day in a fair mood. sleep was adequate. no sniffles or plugged noses.
breakfast is pleasant. talk is neutral. and then the opinions begin to flow.
the diametrically opposed motivations. the diverse perspectives. outside looking in. pain is personal. words are weopons. they cross vast distances with pinpoint accuracy, thanks to wireless technology. ouch.
may as well confess because today I sin, again.
fuck me.

dailiness

there must be a good reason to post every day.
i am trying to fit as much life as possible in the next few weeks
listening to news radio, a skipping record - a byrne / eno record so it's hard to tell -,
staying on top of the weather and waiting for lunch
having a breakdown occassionally results in a breakthru
I have emerged on the other side of the semester un scathed. un damaged, un challenged, un inspired, un conscious.
deja vu

almost cut my hair

4 & 20

country grrl

holiday feasting and fasting

the ritual has begun. enormous quantities of tasty calories heading towards our collective pie holes. followed and swallowed up by greed and good music. every day a ritual. every night another performance. socks roasting by an open fire. nipping jack and the captain on a cold mid winters night. anticipating global orgasim day....
proximity effect
cabin fever
getting on someones nerves
giving
giving up
giving in
giving out

implosion
got gun?
will travel
pay up of put up.
hiding from reminders of years gone by.
good bye
good
bye

i lost it. i broke it

ten years after the fact my anger returns.
why why why
the house fills up with unused objects.
why oh why
i pine to spend money on more instruments
oh why oh why
life revolves around me and i opt out
why now
happiness is a warm gun
how now
like a shriveled up cacoon
now now
beauty isn't even skin deepak
ow
sad when words can no longer convey and shouting hurts

reawakening the peace monster

I am now, offically, a bad son. a lousy husband. a warm weather friend. a slightly obese coworker. a long hair. a misfit. a drudge. four eyed forked tongue fascist.

found a record player in the catacombs. bought a USB record player. got together to jam at RKOs for the first time in two years.
otherwise I am cautious with the money.

the union votes tonight. what is the issue that we must all agree upon. that the college is fair in its bargaining? how about that we are more than union in name alone. a franchise of loosely aggregated talent with poor communication channels and sub par interpersonnal skills. peace, like a wheel, revolves. crushing souls beneath the sound insect screams. this is all i can say about that. the record player skips and i run to it like a ringing phone.