Wednesday, May 25

wednesday humpty dump

Hello Pilgrams!  I find myself today, bouncing off the walls of my sick building (there is some serious funk in this old building), eyes to the blue sky out my window.  Think I'll go for a stroll through the park and get some fresh(ish) air into me lungs.  I've been "richly scheduled" this morning, plus I'm sporting a new haircut, all the makings for a rocking day.  Yea yea, I am at work, I do commute, wake at the ass crack of dawn, have a messy house to clean and hungry kids... and it all just makes me want to stand in the courtyard handing out free hugs.

Good day to ya!

Monday, May 16


Mmmmmm music.  Just love that lift, that pumped up feeling.  Injected a bit of "Mr. Blue Sky" radio into my morning and I am FLYING!!! My mind jumps across a psychedelic background of happy energy.  Too loud and I don't care.  Can we pipe this into the speakers?  All your drab, blank faces.  Take it!!! Take it!!! Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me...

Screw it.  I'm shashaying today.

Tuesday, May 10

Tuesday after too little sleep

drive over the bay
don't crash on the way
b-52s chase off the blues
stretching creaking moan and sigh
wipe that sleep from my eye
maybe if I brush my teeth
I'll find the passion to

Wednesday, May 4

Thematic photo: 369

Jumping right back in with Written, Inc: Thematic photo: Feeling Nostolgic

How I miss Trento.  This scene, once so familar.  Passed everyday.  The sounds, the light.  The air was different.  Have you felt that?  Another city, just the same you, but what you see, breathe, hear and feel is altogether different.  Does that make a different you?  Do you like that version better?  Is it still there when you've moved on?  Of course. Well, maybe not.  She's lost to time.  To a place. And she lives only in nostalgia.

Tuesday, May 3


I have been lost
Gone too long
And drifting

Seems like air to my left
And right
Below me
But that streak in the waves
Caught me
And again

Something real
Not just shadows
Pulled from depths
But solid and alive
Even as my eyes cast recklessly away
At risk of loosing it
And drifting right past
They find it again
And fixated
Here I am