Saturday, December 26, 2009

I dream of robots

My Christmas consisted of She Ra and I hanging out all day with my friends cat. We watched Lost season 5, read comics, ate and walked around the neighborhood. After such a long, arduous day I dozed off relatively early. Around 6 am I somewhat wake from a dream where me and my robot friend are running though a town destroying things with our laser eyes... except it takes a few blast and whoever actually destroys it gets the points. Perspective was mostly 3rd person, but still had the impression I was the robot. Normally I would associate this random sort of dream with a video game or movie..... wait a sec.... Gigantic! It's the only thing I've seen/read [which what you do with a comic] remotely robotic. Or I'm just crazy.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

There is no home











I'm in a house
unknown to the child
within.
The garage has
boxes,
containers.
My childhood.
Toys
blankies
my first dogs.
The stuffed variety.
The house I knew.
Bulldozed.
Paved over.
A new Mormon church.
The irony
doesn't escape me.
The field ,
the tree line,
my dogs and I
wandered.
Countless
imaginary adventures.
The solace of
solo childhood.
A road.
A subdivision.
A pre-manufactured
facsimile.
A whole town
fat and bloated.
Cancerous growth
across the desert.
Everything changes.
Except man's sloth,
greed,
need,
at an ever-growing
speed.
To the edge
of the canyon.
Over the sustainable
limit.
Of rationality.
Obvious answers
abound.
Yet we still demand,
more for less.
Not accounting.
True costs.
To be paid.
Eventually.
All comes around.
A snake eating its tail.
Our plastics
choke baby seals.
Hold our food.
Depletes our supply.
Causes melanomas.
Thank you Mr DuPont.
Environmentalist rant.
Brought on by a lack of place.
People wonder,
why I wander.
I'm just looking for home.
Instead of a storage unit.
Or is that precisely what I want?
Is it where the heart is?
Where my dog is?
Are they the same.
Could it be her?
Or is that better reason to go?
I feel bad.
Smiling and nodding.
The good boyfriend.
While I cruise away,
in my mind,
the eventual trek.
Always solo.
Inner,
outer,
exploration.
In a few short weeks,
from a small world,
the stratosphere,
a warm cozy place,
thinking I was going to die,
breathless,
broken,
cold.
Could be worse.
Death in a cubicle,
florescent poisoning.
Paper cut to death.
Better malaria,
snake bit,
hi-jacked by bandits.
Better stories to tell,
than years of
monotony.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Blue Spiral of.....?

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1234430/Mystery-spiral-blue-light-display-hovers-Norway.html

One of my co-workers told me about this and it's been blowing my mind all day. My mind initially jumps to the more bizarre sort of explanation and scoffs at the idea of a Russian fired rocket. More than anything I wish I could have seen it myself.

The weeks before I started college my dad and I went to Alaska fishing on Kodiak island. It was my first time I more than anything I wanted to see some big ass Kodiak bears and the Northern Lights. Ended up seeing neither. One "night" I stayed up in vain in the hot tub after everyone else had retired. Later I found out the Aurora Borealis is a winter phenomenon.

The stars were amazing.

After I got back South and had settled in to Moscow and all that involved I did get to experience multiple light shows that winter. No bears though.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Los Angeles

A short trip.
Intentions on laying some groundwork.
Checking out the scene.
Seeing friends.
Most flaked,
but there is always next time.
Monday night-
Bridget [not the midget],
Crown Royal straight.
Needed my medicine.
Ribs and cramped airline seats.
More medicine.
Spaceland and Frank Black secret show.
Too bad I'm beyond gone.
Fade to black,
but make it back.
Shivering on stairs in 50 degrees.
Wake up to too bright sunshine.
Mind mush.
Cousin and I make our way out into the world.
Chelsea Lately taping.
Forgot what a bitch LA traffic is.
Laughter cures all...
except ribs apparently.
Willie Nelson rocked classics.
Long day took its toll.
Wednesday-
First Porche ride.
First Phillipes sandwich,
amazing mustard!
Sea shells by Seal Beach shore.
Disneyland adventure.
20+ years late and not impressed.
Real thing is much better.
Random act of kindness brings me back to LA.
Thursday-
Bike around,
picture of sweet tags and murals,
acupuncture,
Melrose,
DT art walk.
Massage school sweetheart,
whisks me away to my flight.
Looking forward to my dog.
Not to work.