I thought a fresh .com would do it.

But I just can’t get away from the internal pressure that all of the past makes me feel.

There, that’s my post secret.

Reader deleted.

Blog over.

Inassertable

Thin, stretched tight over the haziness.

Haziness, contained in a bowl with a million cracks.

Cracks, that form and splinter at will.

Will, found to be less and less asserted.

To the right way now.

There are some moments in life that take you back to other moments, to times before, when life was another way. A good way. In memories, like the good ol’ days. Moments that help remind you that these still are the good ol’ days. That it’s not all changed beyond recognition and that you may be able to have that again.

That’s what tonight did for me. I wandered there, weak and weary, unprepared and somewhat reluctant.

Then a word was spoken, from a familiar mouth, and stories flowed.

Food and drink and fellowship was had and embers thought extinguished were stirred.

There was fire and laughter and ties were made and other ties renewed.

This is where we find our family, this is where we bare ourselves.

These are the moments that lead us back,

To the right way now.

shortness… a word exercise

sort of word association meets form writing…

animal, bear, car, devour, eating, fresh, gory, heartless, intense, jammed, killed, loss, meaningless, nowhere, ouch, pain, queer, rapid, satiation, tummy, upset, vomit, weakness, xenophobia, yellow-bellied, zoo

Two-a-Day’s

I remember playing football in High School and having these summer camps where we’d have a mild physical practice in the AM, go sit in a classroom and study for a while, and then come out and have a pads-on practice in the afternoon. Two practices in one day.

I think I might like to blog like that, writing a bit on what’s going on, and then a bit of ‘lit’ or something creative. Good idea? We’ll see how long it lasts…

image…

Cramping minus the ‘r’

heh,

so I told my boss this week that I was going to be available should we need some OT.

Now my plans prohibit it and, of course, they called. Suck. moving on…

After telling various people various things and dealing with a goofy work schedule, it came down to not doing anything in the city for the holiday, but getting the heck out of Dodge and chilling at a Cabin in the Mountainworldland with Kelly and her family.

I feel bad that I tried to make plans with people and then bailed, only to then make other plans. But honestly I feel like there really wasn’t much of another choice.

Happy Birthday

To Kelly!

You have serious thrill issues Man.

Last night a few of us watched Finding Nemo and had McDonalds Happy Meals (mine wasn’t a ‘Happy Meal’ per-se but it made me happy) anyway, this is the third in a series of nights where we are watching a movie and eating food that is associated with it. Nemo and McD’s isn’t the strongest, but it sounded fun. We started off the whole thing with The Three Amigos and Mexican food. That was a blast so we had to continue. Last week was The Sandlot and Baseball food (including Dogs, Brats, Beer, etc. and for snacks we had Sunflower Seeds, Peanuts, and Big Juicy Bubblegum.)  It’s been fun and I can’t wait for the next few.

Not sure what order these are coming in, but here are some of our ideas…

‘The Godfather’ and Italian food

‘Forrest Gump’ and Shrimp-fest (totally my idea [says the seafood guy])

‘The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly’ with bbq’d ribs and other such “western” foods.

‘Kill Bill’ with sushi (love this one)

‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’ with Greek/Mediterranean/middle -eastern food

‘Beauty & the Beast’ with French food

‘Karate Kid’ with Buck-a-scoop Chinese food

(thanks Micah for several of those)

and then there were some not-so-normal suggestions…

McDonalds again, but this time watch ‘SuperSize Me’.

and, from the ill mind of Kelly…

Beef Jerky and watching ‘Alive’

Oh, we’re bad.

Anyone have any other ideas? Good or bad? Comment! Comment! Comment!

(and please keep the cannibalism to a minimum)

To the east of here – 300 for Monday

To the east of here are the mountains, and really all they do is distort the horizon. On second thought, they are like a plastic sheet, upon which rain has fallen, and which someone has lifted. The rain flows down the creases with increasing velocity. It’s rivulets double in velocity upon intersection. They become small streams and the streams become rivers. The mountains send rain that fell well over there, many miles away, send it cascading our direction. Too little and our crops crumble. To much and our dwellings drown.

To the east of here are the others, and really all they do is sing. Truly all they do is sing. Though, unlike the mountains streams, there is nothing to carry their song to our ears. Why they sing we don not know. Neither do we care. The others carry on their own life. And they never venture here.

To the east of here I travel, for I’ve nothing else to do.

Last year the rains were little, this year the howlers blew.

My crumbled crop is washed away, My liveliehood destroyed.

I’ve packed my things and said farewells, I’m off to see the world.

To the east of here I wander. Toward the songs of the others.

The songs of the others, I’ve only heard about.

I hope that they are musical, and better than a shout.

I hope to find some beauty in the lands that they inhabit.

I hope to find a place to live, and some food other than rabbit.

So…

To the east of here, with my future near, I set off for the mountains.

Where rivers begin, and songs don’t end.

Where the others lie in waiting.

Where I hope to find a home.

A wife.

A future.

All, to the east of here.

What to do today?

Show off Boulder to my friends.

and have BBQ at Hoss after.