NO, I didn’t go with the Mormons. They didn’t have pegs to ride on.

Ok, this is gonna be a short one. I am aiming to be in bed by midnight for two nights in a row. I cannot remember the last time that happened.

Today was marked by me missing all the cool things my peeps had going on (aka Fusion and the Draft).
I worked on computers in the AM (btw, compusa is running a Maxtor 250gb drive for 59.99 after rebates) and worked in the PM. Worked till almost 10 as a matter of fact, and I flooded the floor, it was Lake King Soopers, stupid clogged drains.

I know I have readers in many places, but I think it would be cool to see where everyone reads from. Just leave a comment with your city, state, and country. It’s not too hard, come on, it’ll be fun.

Night all…

All’s well that ends well.

My disastrous morning? It went as follows…
I didn’t sleep well, then I overslept, then I couldn’t find my shoes, thought they’d be at the ‘rents, grabbed two shirts, realized I have no Iron, went hiking to the (‘rents) house, threw my shirts in the dryer, got ready, borrowed dads shoes, pulled shirts out, one had a sticky stain on it, glad I brougt two, go to iron the other one, there’s crap on the iron and it ruins my shirt, call Giles to come take me to Dillards, there’s no way I’m making the bus now, I get my shirt, get it ironed, get in the cab and make it to the place with time to spare, from there the day went better.

The thing went well, my friends are cool, Other Group is a 2nd home, Curt makes killer Tamales, I’m tired and going to read some and go to bed.

Y’all Rule.

So far? Worst day ever.

I have had the most disastrous morning ever.
Prayers appreciated.
That thing I have to do is at 2pm and I’m hoping that if anything goes right today, it will.

Boogers are way better than Tic-Tacs!

Cloudy day, day off, do some laundry, take a nap, spend time with Sister, love it.

LG – Life’s Good.

Sigur Ros blows my mind.
Play it again Sam.

Tom (yes, that Tom) your website sucks!

its fifteen after one in the a of m and i am about to write a real blog post for this thing when i remember that amazon owes me a book and that that was on friday.
then i remember that im seeing jill tomorrow and want to discuss said book as soon as possible.
i go check my mail dont ask how often i do this just know that i recieve approximately four to five times as much legitimate email as i do any snailmail.
now i sit here staring at my book and thinking gee i should really blog before i read it.
hating capital letters at the moment.
commas and other punctuation also.
periods finalize things.
they give closure.
closure is good.
period.
does this mean im writing in monotone thats a rhetorical question because to end it there would mean a required question mark and that is on the hate list right now also.
ive noticed that my poetry and my writing in general have strayed from form lately.
im sure you have too.
right now the rhythym and rhyme that i love so much are seeming to be sing songy and superficial.
they seem fake and not the real me.
i am having difficulty forcing myself to use form.
i write what i want and i write what i mean and i write and i read and it is good.
it is me and it is true.
truly not all of me but surely part of me.
surely a part that ive squashed in the name of tradition and standard.
my poetry has been what i have adamantly called prose for lacking rhythym and rhyme.
yet it rings poetic to me.
my standard has been challenged.
i am open to more now.
i have changed.
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it is now two in the a of m and i leave you to go read my book.
it is called A Serious Way of Wondering: The Ethics of Jesus Imagined.
i do not know what i will think of it.

They brought all of Alabama, it was just closed for the night, they hung up a sign.

rejecting the thought of a normal entry i post something emotional…
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H is all that remains
How to approacH
How will I be seen
How to say Hello
wHat will be said
wHat will be Heard
wHat will be done
will tHings go as
Hoped
great fears Hinder
yet
How can I not do tHis?
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having posted something not normal but regular i revert…

to briefly say that new things hold much potential…

that old things require much effort…

that both are worthy…

and good…
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I don’t want to talk about myself right now, it seems too selfish, to wanting of attention.
I want only to share an experience, to meld minds for the occasion of equal enjoyment.
And I find myself lacking in expressiveness, weighed measured and found wanting, that is how it goes yes?
You should have been there, but you would have had to be me.
Surreally surrounded, connecting chasms of memoric void.
The pieces are too separate for anyone else,
the Tao of Crack and the Square Dance birthday Chair with phone call,
Red to White to Strawberry,
Clicked and Homework done and NOT,
Fried, fried and sunburnt,
Three legged ecstasy, Cat,
and it all fits for me.

And so I wonder if a mind meld would really help, if knowing Kung-Fu is really worth it.

Oh, I’m done with parky walky…

words…

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Eyes to the Heart
– Gabe Thexton

Do you know the meaning of openness,
do you grasp the significance of trust,
have you let someone else in,
and have they held your Heart,
in their plam, cautiously, like a newborn kitten?

Realizing the significance of the moment,
have they looked slowly up from it to you,
making contact in the deepness that only Eyes hold within,
saying nothing meaning all?

Have you in turn,
held theirs?
Knowing now the ache of the potential pain,
you had, they have, and you know.
You hold with care,
and realizing the significance of the moment,
you make contact.
Eyes to the Heart.
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I think we’ve got some Heaven in our ‘fridge at home…

To whom it may concern…

Whitney, if that background image ever disappears, it’s because we stole it, just saying that now so I don’t get in trouble from you if it happens…

Todd and Steve, I’ll go to both nights if I have to, let’s just call it “I hang out with a different friend every night of the week. week”…

Giles, you took way too many danged pictures of that Peter Pan statue and not near enough of other stuff, but the Big Ben Rides the Bus one is funny, but that’s why I left a comment…

A Team, you weren’t online tonight, I missed that, and I liked your poem…

Micah, let me know what time for Saturday and we’ll figger it out, I’ve got the day off…

Jill, I pulled a Todd and bought the book…

Erik, what do you think about our (IMHO) crappy preseason lineup?…

Laila, sometimes I see you online but don’t have time to chat, being 3 hours behind doesn’t help any either…

All my other peeps, I think I can’t think of any more things to say… So ‘I be sorry’ you didn’t get a shout out, and will try and get you one in the futures.

A Writer’s Plea

Ok, so I went to London to do research for my mystery project, and things have changed, so I need to meet with as many of this group as I possibly can….in person. I would like to sit down and do a brainstorming session, at the very least with Gabe, Steve, and Julie (since you all are in town and slightly familiar with my project), so if this can be pulled off, I would be overwhelmingly grateful. Let me know what you can do:-)

Giles

A Writer’s Plea

Ok, so I went to London to do research for my mystery project, and things have changed, so I need to meet with as many of this group as I possibly can….in person. I would like to sit down and do a brainstorming session, at the very least with Gabe, Steve, and Julie (since you all are in town and slightly familiar with my project), so if this can be pulled off, I would be overwhelmingly grateful. Let me know what you can do:-)

Giles