Wow, I love the fact some researcher in Colorado is calling the shots on our hurricane season. Lucky him. It must be fun to study hurricanes from that safe distance.

So I have concluded I have the weirdest taste in music, because I’m currently obsessed with two VERY different Songs. The first is “Birdhouse in Your Soul” by They Might Be Giants and the second is “Ruberband Man” by T.I. Weird I know.

The only thing I care about less than sports is THIS crap.

I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995


There are always those songs that take you back. I was just sitting here thinking about “Sometimes Always” by the Jesus and Mary Chain” and what a great song it is. The lyrics aren’t brilliant by any stretch, but they do sum up relationships pretty well. It is just one of those songs that takes me back to a very specific time and place. I guess Liz Phair’s “Supernova” and most of “Definitely Maybe” by Oasis would fall into the same category of songs that take me back to my freshman year of college.

I remember that being a time of strong self discovery. In some regards, I backed away in fear from too much self discovery. I just remember being truly alone for the first time ever. I was away from my family, all the friends I knew. My roommate was a nice guy, but he got stoned a lot and after about a month I got bored with that. So I socially withdrew. Ultimately, I retreated back home to the comfortable world I knew. I would be lying though if I told you I never sit down and wonder what staying put could have done for me. I’m guessing I would have either become a cutter with a meth habit, or perhaps the most brilliant poet you ever met. Truth be told, I wasn’t yet ready for that level of isolation.

The question is are we ever ready to reach the quiet place where we face all our demons. I’m starting to conclude that no matter how many friends you surround yourself with or what you acquire from the world or how much counseling you get, the things that keep you up at night are never far off. The anxiety of never knowing what other people’s intentions are coupled with the possibility for hurt that comes with human relationships seems to always create a barrier between us. I suspect this is something we all struggle with. It just seems that lately I think I missed the chance to quietly sort through all the background noise and I have to wonder if that chance will come again someday. Are we ever free from the expectations and influence of others? Probably not. Is that a bad thing, I surely don’t know any better than you do.

I just got back from a work related week in South Florida and good lord almighty did it remind me why I hate this state. It was 123 degrees. OK, it felt like that. Truthfully it was in the 90s. When I got home, I shaved my head. It isn’t a Bic cut, but it is REALLY close. It feels wonderful. I’m telling you everyone should shave their head at least once in their life. Unless, of course, you have an ugly head.


Just as I like having a beard in winter, I like a shaved head in summer. It just communicates something to people on a subconscious level. I look a lot tougher if nothing else.

So my goals for the year include
Writing in the blog more
Laying down a hardcore rap track over a sample of “Werewolves of London”
Eating less red meat if not giving it up all together.
Getting a tan, but using sunscreen


I figure the year is half over, so its time to start getting my house in order.

Or not.


I loved the new Star Wars and boy did it have political undertones. I have a feeling several senators saw it over the weekend and rethought this effort to end filibusters. Here is the thing; most normal republicans (if there are any left) would recognize that the party will likely not hold the majority forever. So ending the filibuster could really be a disaster for them as well. Take away the filibuster and when the democrats get back in control they’ll got ape$h1t legalizing everything. I picture a world were there is a joint in every mouth and a gay wedding in every church. Did I mention the walk-in abortion clinics? Just be careful what you wish for my conservative friends. When the extreme ideas of any party dominate the political climate, it only leads to trouble.

Rest assured the country that we call home is changing before our eyes and it is up to us in which direction we take it. On one hand, we could become the very world George Orwell warned us about or we can become a hedonistic and hell-bound people like the Romans right before their empire caved in. Personally, if we can not find something in the middle, I’ll take the hedonistic orgy. At least that way we can have some fun on the way out.

And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention.

So I’m sitting here thinking that the last Star Wars film might bring a timely message. Why? You ask. Well the final film shows how a republic moved to a dictatorship and the galaxy of this fantasy universe suffered the wrath of its leadership. Perhaps the apathy that prevailed in the film will make a few people realize that we aren’t behaving much differently these days. Let’s just hope we get our political climate sorted out before the damn Ewoks show up.

Nub nub.

Or was that the Jawas?

The OG of gangsta rap

I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.

She is a great author and hopefully her motives are pure. I'd hate to think she would do this just because she saw Mel Gibson make buckets of money with his movie.

Nice one Brighteyes."When The President Talks To God"

What’s so funny about peace, love and underbloging?


OK, so I have been AWOL. If you were a fried of mine, our relationship would probably be unsalvageable at this point and you’d probably key my car. So it goes. I miss blogging. There just comes a point when you have things you ought not to share with the world.

First case in point…a cancer scare.


OK, it sounds way more life threatening than it is. I got something removed, got a bad pathology report that mentioned melanoma. I ran the results by a doctor relative and he said it looked inconclusive, just as my own dermatologist had decided. So the only solution was to cut the skin around it (Gross, I know). So aside form being a little sore and a little grumpy, I’m cancer free for now and probably not going back to my sun worshiping ways, although admittedly those peaked years ago.

Second case in point…life is busy. Sorry, it is. I have been busy with work and school. It happens.


Last but not least…I got a girlfriend. Pain, loneliness, longing these inspire a good writer. With any luck, she’ll break my heart and you’ll get to reap the literary rewards. In the meantime, be happy I am happy and I’ll wish only the same for you.

As for my political and societal commentary from the days of old; This place is going to hell in a hand basket. I tried to sound the alarm and put in my two cents worth, but you guys elected (not "RE") Bush and pressed my apathy button REAL hard. Now I don’t care anymore. Seriously, I don’t. Lets all drive our gas hungry SUV down to McDonalds and shovel in fat and calories. My 10 year plan involves buying a Hummer and having my first heart attack. Anyone care to join me?

Honestly we are all hypocrites. Unless you live in a jungle somewhere and built your shack with bat dung, you’re probably leeching off this planet’s resources as much as anyone else. So I’ll save my lectures about making the world a better place, because honestly, it will mostly fall on deaf ears. McFlurrys taste good, Old Navy makes cheap and stylish clothes and it looks like we’ll be adding Iran to our list of colonies any day now. Hello cheap gas!