Friday, November 26, 2004

They're lying. That wasn't on the video.

a couple recalled what happened. were they fleeing from persecution? a crime?

all i remember was the lie. and it wasn't on the video, i was told.

it's as if my bullshit detector took human form _ a colleague in this tired trade of words and turn of phrases _ and confirmed my suspicions.


Thursday, November 25, 2004

happy one year anniversary!

it's thanksgiving 2004 _ a day of blood and conquest and homosexual undertones with Alexander, evening with linguistics, mockney, and more gay undertones with My Fair Lady, losing control of my kitchen to the real cook of the house, and some damn good whole range turkey.

emasculation seems to be a theme here...i hope it's not permanent.

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

a blood-drenched, knuckle-bruising fist fight to the death
straight out of fight club.

i was swift, fierce, persistent _ even floored him several times, that lean, chistled combatant in the day-glo green bandana. Me, i had the red bandana, and white, flowing kung-fu pants.

but he won't stay down. i kept punching, kicking, 3-4 hit combos, an undetectable, fluid dance.

still, his life bar keeps regenerating. every time he's down, the bar comes back by a third into the green.

exhaustion sets in. blood and sweat beads on sore muscles. one more trick left.

that 15 hit full-rage-gauge final attack combo...

it connects. he stayed down.


Sunday, November 21, 2004

weddings pluck at your inner most emotions like a jerry bruckheimer movie _ joy, regret, courage, modesty, fear, reverence, and when the buzz from that third sapphire and tonic passes and the pageantry fades and the house lights come on then nothing.

the next day, you wake hung over, with a nagging sense a force stronger and brighter than routine had for a moment tore you away from your orbit to celebrate love, passion and companionship _ ideas usually buried in the mind and heart, but for a few hours during said wedding became more than base concepts.

you submitted, unable to resist, admission paid-in-full. got your money's worth soothing your burns with the balm of sentimentality, kicking-and-screaming-whether-you-like-it-or-not.

it's why you went in the first place, but that doesn't mean you don't feel a little cheated coming out of the show.

and the mahi mahi tasted like it was bought in bulk on monday.

the blogger spell check suggests replacing "bruckheimer" with "brokenhearted"

Thursday, November 18, 2004

blackened, freeze-dried corpse
in a box, bows and ribbons
a gift from the id.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

lame and lanky, Phil looked into the mirror, splashed water onto his face, rimmed with baby fat, and trotted out to work.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

I am tire today
shoulders lame from hot shower
need coffee to rise

Monday, November 15, 2004

nose runny. snot trails. eye bloodshot and a-glow.
unpleasant monday.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004


it was hard to concentrate on maglev train proposals when images of langley _ lyle langley _ kept reeling in my mind...

Lyle Langley: I've sold monorails to Brockway, Ogdenville, and North Haverbrook. And, by gum, it put them on the map. Well, sir, there's nothing on earth like a genuine, bona fide, electrified, six-car monorail. What'd I say?
Flanders: Monorail!
Langley: What's it called?
Patty and Selma: Monorail. (Crowd softly chants "monorail" over and over)
Ms. Hoover: I hear those things are awfully loud.
Langley: It glides as softly as a cloud.
Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend?
Langley: Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?
Langley: You'll be given cushy jobs.
Grampa: Were you sent here by the devil?
Langley: No good sir, I'm on the level.
Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can.
Langley: Take my pen knife, my good man. (Crowd stops chanting "monorail") I swear
it's Springfield's only choice! Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
Crowd: Monorail!
Langley: What's it called?
Crowd: Monorail!
Langley: Once again!
Crowd: Monorail!
Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken.
Bart: Sorry, mom, the crowd has spoken.
Crowd: Monorail...Monorail...Monorail! Monorail!
Homer: Mono..d'oh!
more notes from the Santa Clarita City Council Meeting...

do they ever take any action?
action action action action
hot action take action top action
activate activity, but never any
action, not concrete certainty. Flawed
action without well thought action
is ultimate inaction.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

i'm in a bad mood.

why did we lose? is it our ideas, which are based on brotherhood and compromise and hope? or were the 1990s just an anomaly, a respite from the hobbesian battle for survival that is our natural state, which now renders us naive? these are dark times when talk of mandates and agendas disguise the single-minded determination to unravel the democratic foundations of the nation, then remake them to serve those in wealth and power absolutely.

meantime, most of us are still too diverted by creature comforts to take notice. some might even agree in order to curry favor from the winners, to further their own position at the expense of the weak.

foul foul mood indeed. here's hoping our better sides prevail in the next four years.