Friday, December 28, 2012

We, the people of Earth...

We live in malls and trailers like goddamn 2nd rate cockroaches  a bone to pick with anyone who tries to pass us in the slow lane. Lining up for the crushed skulls of a thousand prisoner calves, screaming as the hammer falls.
Cars and trucks full of lonely, pale boring armed  people, on their way to their own funerals.
You hang on my every word and try to hate me but you know I am right. Your conscience is empty and your mailbox is full of flyers full of plastic toys from a Chinese factory
Drones ply the sky in search of humans trying to find out why this is all falling apart
And you know they all just keep making more babies
The mothers clutch them in their arms
Those precious little fucking babies
That will grow up to seek and destroy all that is good and real and meant to be.
They will hunt their peers down on the playground and strip them down and take away the right to play
The skies fill up with carbon as the streets fill up with blood and the rage of a million scorned souls
The sale is on! The sale is on!
I can play an instrument I can fire a gun I can never stay but I can run
From all the terrible talk that leaves me feeling guilty for all that I have done.
That sound of steel and glass crashing is what makes me most happy
This time of year
Have no fear I am doing fine I have just spent too much time
Lists to compare who had the best hair and the worst dressed best guest speaker killer lover tweaker
All the drugs are wearing thin and the guns are coming out again
the news is full of breaking stories about nothing or less, the all important nights out with the lights out and a civility level that rivals the locked up animals on Riker's or worse, senators
The players are still playing while a cheating leader leads us all to mutually assured distraction, it's madness with bright colors and numbers to illustrate the way to our own demise of obesity and stupidity
hark! I hear them bemoaning the loss of God while the doors close and the bombs fall and the cat calls come from within the Jesus hearts
Freedom comes from the barrel of a gun
Talk is cheap but it must be worth a lot because it's all I hear
Pedantic, frantic, disastrous antics
It's a horse kick
It's the oldest trick
In the Good book
Take a look at those words again
The lyrics have been lost on us
Now we kill each other for a parking spot, it's all we have left to stand up for or stand against, we can't decide
All we know is that the music is too loud and we are are all too proud to let it go
Blu ray is so clear but my vision is cloudy and none of these warnings will save us if they are written in a language we don't understand
We love our children
Fear our neighbours 
Hate the teachers
Sit in bleachers, to scream for our team but fail even to whisper for change because it is strange to ask for anything when you can take it

The end of the year has come again and with it, the lists of
the best quotes
The best pictures
The best kicks
The best saves
The best films
The best times
The worst crimes
But never the best change for change only comes to those that wait
Cannot hate the haters because they know not what they do
But someday, someday soon
The elephant in the room
Shall roll over like tanks into Baghdad

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Thursday, December 20, 2012

The future shock

The end of the world is upon us
Not the kind that involves earthquakes and lava eruptions
or an impact by a meteor 
No, this one comes in the form of supermarket queues 
aftermarket shoes and television shows 
All these dreams, it seems have been
borne of the loss of hope in the future
and the birth of a new sort of order
Lining up at the drive thru no longer makes me feel sad
I can talk to my friends again and make it all okay
It's just the way the days stretch out and leave you feeling
as if there is not enough time to even get bored
never mind being ignored
you know you are everybody's favorite
and organizer
don't you just hate it when I have it all wrong
but yet, still call all the shots?
Damn it, has it not always been that way
as long as you can remember?
It is the thing that makes us all go wild and crazy with
passion and rage and protection of our own egos
because that is what must be protected, I suspect.
At least that is what it looks like from here
Here we are again, another year
The hawks have been shouted down and run out of town
for now
Don't you know the price of everything nice?
It is the same as wearing a smile when you want to cry
there is a price for nice, you'll pay twice
unless you share
There is a reason why they stare...

Monday, December 17, 2012

thinking while waiting

The lessons we learn are not to be taken lightly
from the time we are born we are told to listen
Talk is cheap, talk is weak, time is precious
I know this, for time has slipped away from me
But it's alright, it keeps coming back
to give me another chance
and I am thankful for that
There is more to say...
and more people to love and learn from and fight with
All these cars and temporary lovers are crowding up the freeways
Have we all not grown tired of this song and dance?
I think we have
We are afraid of it ending and all of us stuck out in the cold
not knowing from where to start again
I try to ignore all the rain these days
I won't let it win and leave me beaten as it always has
not this time
I spurn the informal disaster
all we have are the words and many of those are forgotten
So all we have is now
this moment
in time

Vancity part 17

                                            Planetarium, MOV
                                            Woodward's, DTES
Late Fall Alley
                               End of the Road, Studiotown

Monday, December 3, 2012

That time at the bluenote...

"We have the same taste in jazz", she exclaimed. I could only agree with her. Neither of us received any formal training at all but we knew what we liked and didn't.
The sort of jazz that people who like Avant Garde like the kind of jazz that we despise. Like, if there is a soundtrack to hell, that is what is playing.
We like smooth sounds, sexy sounds that make a non dancer dance, the kind of music that kicks your ass and throws you out. The kind of music that makes you want to throw away your instruments because no matter how hard you try and how much you play, you will never have a fraction of the skill these players have.
We once saw Brubeck in the Blue Note. It was a highlight of my life. I knew for sure that I was in the company of greatness. Watching the old man struggle just to walk and make it up a couple of steps was sobering.
The smell of red wine and exuberance permeates the air. 
People made friends on the sidewalk outside but now there are no pleasantries exchanged. If you are not listening, you will be pummelled. 
If you are not watching you will be judged by the rest of us.
For chrissakes, this is one of those times you feel like you are the master of your life because the dreams become reality and reality becomes the stuff of legend and something that is worth writing down...

Greenhouse gas emissions


Letter to Heath...

Thanks for the well wishes. Yes, it was straight up amazing. Getting hitched on the beach is definitely the way to go, isn't it? The sound of the water crashing in makes a sweet scene. Of course, it was a little warmer than I am used to but that is the nature of the Baja. We just had an absolute blast. Everything went off perfectly. I never knew what an emotional ride it would be. I mean, I didn't cry but everyone else sure did. I am not the crying kind though. But it was still a very powerful moment in my life that I shall never forget. When this woman stands in front of you and basically gives herself to you, that is something to take quite seriously, isn't it? You know exactly what I mean because you went through it 2 months before we did. 
And I know I said it before, but Baja was just incredible. We toured around a bit with some of our pals and spent some time alone before and after the wedding, and it was a great time. We discovered a tiny town just South of Todos Santos called El Pescadero and it was so fucking perfect. Riding bikes down the beach at sunrise and sunset was just awesome.

I am all caught up on your blog, so is Colbs. You guys are definitely facing some hard times there. I don't blame you for wanting to head south, you have done the Nepal experience long enough. It sounds cold and really not what you guys expected. And why suffer hardship in the freezing cold, when warmer and greener pastures await you? 
The picture of your 'house' on the side of the hill was astounding. I must give you kudos, my friend, that place looks about as rustic as it can get, besides living in a fridge box.
Peace out, Sallieri! 

You are probably already travelling, aren't you? You guys saw Everest, so you will be able to say you have been there. Not many can say that in this world. Last time you were there, you spent your time in the West and now you have spent time in the other side of the country. 

Su has been doing most of the writing on the blog, what is up with that? She is a good writer, has she done much in the past? I can tell instantly when it is you writing because it is a lot more contemplative and descriptive. I think men write more like that anyway because we talk more like that. Women tend to focus more on relationships and interactions and men tend to pull back a bit and paint with broader strokes. 
It's not better or worse, it's just interesting to spot the differences. Keep writing, my friend, it is one of your purposes for being here.
The thought of you writing in the square, with all the children around you, reciting as you write, is totally fucking hilarious. I love it.

So, where are you cats off to now? Where in India? Maybe you don't know yet. At least you won't be freezing your asses off anymore. There is definitely something to be said for warm climes, isn't there? I really like 30 degree heat. I never used to, but enough winters here and I want heat, baby! I feel a kinship with the desert. I have talked Colbs into a quick trip to the desert in California over the Christmas break. Gonna rent a car and drive out to the Mojave and Joshua Tree Park. It's calling me and I cannot ignore it. 

Heath, life seems to just get better and better and I think back to my journey of life and I just say, "How the fuck did I get here and who have I become?"
It is simply amazing how I have come to appreciate all that I have in my life! I used to think beauty was a dying art but now I seem to find the beauty in everything. 
Is this what happens when you open your eyes and your heart? It sounds cheesy but I think it's true. 

I wish you guys the best travels down to India, I can only imagine how fucking crazy that will be. My hat is off to you. You are living life to the fullest right now. No dead time. 


Letter from Steinbeck to his son...

New York
November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.
But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.
We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Images from Baja

                                Baja bike
                                Barbed wire and spider web
                                El Pescadero Beach