Thursday, April 24

Donut Girl, You Are So Fine

This morning I stopped on the way to work to pick up a second cup of coffee when I met an angel with a headset. Chocolate skin, hazel eyes, and a smile that rendered me completely unable to count my quarters properly.

A million things could have been said, a million thoughts in my head.

This world of faces. These mannequin encounters. Friendly people you'll never see again. Smiles across a crowded globe. Nothing intended, nothing saved. Just warmth in a cup. Just something unexpected that makes the day different and new.

     Nuages... That Which Passes, Passes Like Clouds.

She smiled again, and moved on to her next order.

I pulled back the tab, sipped the brew,

    ...and headed back into traffic.


Sunday, April 20

Stone Roses

I don't have to sell my soul
He's already in me
I don't need to sell my soul
He's already in me

I wanna be adored

I don't have to sell my soul
He's already in me
I don't need to sell my soul
He's already in me

I wanna be adored

...Adored

You adore me
You adore me
You adore me

...- Stone Roses, "I Wanna Be Adored"



Thursday, April 17

Here We Go Again

Is it ever a good idea to run down your boss in front of everyone - Even if you think you're right?

No?

    ...crap.


Thursday, April 10

The Open Window Lets the Rain In

I always think that I'm going to be able to listen to this song.

    ..but I'm always wrong.


Tuesday, April 8

Fluffy, Nooo!

First you get the catnip.. Then you get the POWER!


The Save Ourselves

"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting."
                - Sun Tzu


Monday, April 7

I Like to Hide Behind My Glasses

Last night I trekked out to the beach to see Fishbone play a set at the Freebird Cafe. Absolutely incredible show. From the moment they opened with "Party at Ground Zero" until the closing notes of the encore version of "Swim," Angelo and the boys just flat out tore the place up.

I've said before that the Freebird is too a small place to get much going on the floor without causing a problem. But as soon as they started playing, a group of about 10 or 15 of us did our best to make it happen anyways -- jumping around and slamming like crazy boys. The band is claiming that this is their 'farewell tour' (although I'm optimistic enough not to believe it), so even though it was a paltry pit at best - I felt honored to be roaming the circle with them at least one last time. Either way it was the most fun I've had at a show in ages.

     Hopefully one day soon I'll be up on a stage making a crowd go nuts like that.

On the way home I stopped at a convenience store to pick up some Gatorade in a vain effort to regain some energy. I had just spent the better part of three hours slam dancing in a cramped space, so it wasn't all that surprising when the guy behind the counter started looking at me like I had a really large insect on my shoulder or something. You know that sort of cringing look people sometimes give you, like you've done something horribly wrong just by going out in public after a certain hour?

Finally, as he handed over my change, he said, "You look like hell, what have you been doing?"

I smiled at him and replied,

    "Skankin' To The Beat, Pa. ...skankin' to the beat."


Tuesday, April 1

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