In honor of the moon

There's a communion wafer moon
Dissolving on the blue tongue of the sky

Sometimes the whole world is nothing
So much
As an altar inviting us
To kneel

-Linford Detweiler

You can find more "poem of the week" at the otr site.

Let this dark night be done

Life for me seems to be a circle. The end of one thing becomes a new thing or change is a simple form of death and birth that feels like marrying then divorcing both heaven and hell in an inexorable circle forever and ever amen. Life is death. Pain is a prelude to rebirth. I am inside out. Or maybe just upside down. But one the one thing I do know is this; I do not know which way up is.

It's o.k., you're my only ray of light on a cloudy day

Oh, the joy of walking out of a concert where you felt really good donating to a beneficial cause helping children and donating your evening listening to wonderful music (the highlight was Marshall Mclean) to find that your rear car window has been smashed out by some obnoxious vandal (who suprisingly, steals nothing)...

Oh the joy of realizing that, out of all the people walking up and down Spokane city streets at night, the only ones who stopped and asked if I was o.k., needed any help, a ride or if there was anything they could do was a couple. Funny, they just happened to be from that local "anarchist group" that got arrested for sitting in the park, post protest. I had a photo of him from the arrest but cant find it. Small, small world.

Current mood?

Listen and find out:

Simple Town

Chimeras

I can't get this creature out of my way; killing it, is not an option

I'm feeling a little random at the moment... perhaps the cd release party I am going to tonight will help with that but I doubt it. Kristen Marlo will be there as well as my buddy Matt Russell. Besides, its a benefit for the Vanessa Behan Crisis Nursury.

So, have you ever wondered how inmates spend there time? Well here in the US of A they do fun stuff like lift weights. You know good man stuff. pondering this I found this video of a Philipino prison... ENJOY.

Beheading the broken, suicide of love

...forgiveness comes from spending years
of peddling the faulty wares
till finally you say "who cares
this seems to be my lot
I've gotten what I've got"
and i don't mean a perfect thing
is nowhere to be found
the rain is red and faultless
it is falling all around

-The Rain is Red- Diane Cluck

Majestic solitude, behold the tower

Some friends of mine are making a movie...

Light a candle

Ash and Cylina sing

Tribute

The memorial video

Bottle and a hotel

Things seem strange. It feels like something is going on. Something important. Something hidden from me. It pulls at the fringes of my awareness yet refuses to reveal itself. Makes me want to dissapear on the road for a while...

Please hand me the Oregano...

Life seems a little like an episopde of the B/W Twilight Zone at the moment. Like everything seems normal but you know its not. I feel like I have been waiting for someone to jump out and try to stab me in the face or cut my toe off or something... Got a strange puffy infection in the palm of my hand... I cut/dug it open with my knife. Cleaned the puss out. The next morning it was almost totaly healed. Not sore, not pink, not hot to the touch. As if it had been a week. you can barely tell it was there.
Yeah, I don't know.

Two birds, a dime, mint jelly and whiskey for everyone

Last night after getting two comp tickets, I went to see Buckwheat Zydeco. Man, let me tell you that man may be getting up there (he's 60) but he can still kick it up. He played the Hammond as well as the Accordion. The band rocked, floating back and forth between Blues, Zydeco, Cajun and Reggae. I thought the old white couple cutting a rug in front of me were about to break their collective hips. Everybody was singing along and dancing. from 6 months to 70's. Funny, I just wished the whole show was in somebodys backyard during a barbque with a whole lotta beer.

She passed thru

Being bound is a means of finding freedom

Well, I am going to back up a little bit and talk about the dinner I made Sunday because it was amazing...
I bar-b-qued shrimp and sea scallop kabobs, crab clusters and a flat iron steak marinated in teriyaki. I also had a green salad with drizzled with a 10 year old balsamic & blue cheese. Sliced tomatoes, onions and mozzarella with balsamic. Steamed heirloom fingerling red, purple and gold potatoes finished in a pan with butter and italian seasoning. Baked up a nice garlic bread. Topped it all off with a couple of nice Gouden Haven.
MMMM.
I suppose its all a bit extravagant for a single guy like me but its not like I had anything better to do on a lazy sunday evening and it sure as hell was good.

Chains as a metaphor

So I rode to work today on a bicycle...carried my lunch and a change of clothes in a backpack. 35 minutes total time. Takes 20 to drive, so apparently I made good time. I would like to know just how far it is exactly. Get this under my belt a few times and we will see if I can shave some time off or find a faster route...

Nothing is innocent now

"The Trumpet Child" streets on August 21st. This is their 9th amazing/beautiful record.
The record is wonderful. I listened to it all day today. Buy it.