Moments in time captured with various odd symbols referred to in the lingua franca as letters.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

A Poem is in progress...

Jon Benet Ramsey's ghost appeared
last night unannounced outside my door
selling tickets to a three ring circus
that someone has named after her

CNN will perform the acrobatics as
they dazzle us with the mysteries
of a case that is really nothing new
and everyone applauds to their tv

Fox is always the clown of the show
wears the most makeup of anyone alive
but not enough to make us all forget
that what they present isn't news at all

MSNBC is last as the final act that comes
before a most sleepy curtain call slowly
they parade a steady stream of animals
that wear costumes of human skin

Jon Benet has left us so long ago
some still hear the voice of that girl
some think she calls for mourning
others know she doesn't think about it at all.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Place and Space

I is here in the J-ville until Thursday when I am supposed to board the big white bird. Should this happen as planned and nothing like Tropical Storm Ernesto get in my way, then I will officially take up residency in Sweden as of the 1st of September. That will then officially mark the end of my dwelling period in the United States. Who knows when I may return?

Here comes the travel times yeah!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Tallahassee Times

There are ten days left and various amounts of possible hours left in my career in Tallahasse. Tonights hours were spent working from 1 to 9 and then I managed to catch the headliner at the Beta Bar. Ska isn't dead though it does seem to have a cancer of some kind which is rooting it out. Maybe its more like a rot of some kind like the one destroying all the agave plants in Mexico. But anyways tonight the headliner was the Voodoo Glow Skulls. Still around and still on fire. I first heard about them six years ago and while they are not my favorite, Reel Big Fish has that honor, they were worth the ten dollars and fifteen miscellaneous ones spent on various ciders. That was probably my last time at the Beta Bar ever. All good things come to an end.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Tuesday's Troubles

Hmm...

Leaving the United States isn't so easy. I have to sell a bunch of junk as well as give away a lot of books I really don't want to part with. The things you own do end up owning you. The worst part is trying to sell a decent car for a decent price. Everyone I've talked to so far just wants something a lot cheaper. Then there is the cell phone, gym membership, and bank issues. Once all this is over I am going to cruise Europe as long as I can as well as other near destinations. Morrocco anyone? Egypt perhaps? I am going to read endless amounts of books that I pick up along the way. Leaving the United States may not be easy, but its the right thing to do.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Recent Additions to Desolation Row

Dylan wrote the song and it first appearead in 1965. I have this sinister and solemn feeling (if those two can go together) that some additions really could be made. Other famous characters and people have ended up in that timeless place. Here it is.

Peter Pan he leaves Neverland when he realizes that eternal life based in youth really is so slow and Captain Hook, his archnemesis vanished a century ago. He just sits on the corner polishing his swiss army knife and growing a beard.

Sherlock Holmes decides he's had enough cleaning up the mess that London puts out daily. He smokes his pipe four times a day and argues logic with Joseph Stallin who can't seem to get Adolf Hitler off his mind. Adolf is living on the second floor of the same building. There are rumors he's writing again but I've seen him and he's got the worst case of writers block known to man.

Dr. Frankenstein can't seem to escape his own nightmares and so he' s given in and bought a condo in the middle of Desolation Row. His roomate is his monster. They have an unspoken agreement with each other. One doesn't pay rent and the other doesn't try to kill his creation.

The Estonia has just arrived carrying all four hundred souls somewhere on board. She's still saying it wasn't the door so it must have been the Russian mob. She keeps the Titanic company and changes his sheets every other week.

Desolation Row keeps growing...

Friday, August 04, 2006

Degree with my name on it

So the Florida State University which is located in the grand city of ole Tallahassee has seen fit to give me the honor to become a graduate of their fine program in Geography. Today was my last day of class and on Saturday if I was the kind of person who actually thought walking was cool, then I would officially walk. But, I am not going to. It's just a bachelor's degree people. What is really funny and anyone who knows me well enough and for those who actually are reading this(I can't understand why) its completely hysterical that a university has decided to give me a degree in anything. I can't get over it personally. This means that I am now officially post-college. What it actually means is that it really means nothing. Hurray for me!

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Props

Shout outs go to the following nations as of the last week or so; Israel and the USA.

Israel gets the shout out for killing at least 300 civilians(a conservative estimate I guarantee) so far in their quest for the Bogey man a.k.a Hizbollah. Thank you, oh, world humanitarians for your quest to root out and destroy what is eating you, namely terrorism(which by the way is in the eye of the victim(who is really a victim?(is anyone innocent?))) Cool idea to destroy Beirut and the entire Lebanese countryside/infrastructure. Nobel Peace Prize in your future? Quite possibly considering no one has really said no yet.

USA gets the shout out for two reasons; the first reason is that it sells weapons to Israel and the second is that they are ready to party in the streets if Castro dies. The USA sells weapons to Israel(smells like capitalism) and then goes into rants and tirades when Russia is going to make a weapons deal with Venezuela. Hypocrisy is a delicious dinner that deserves to be eaten at regular intervals by everyone in leadership in the USA. So what about Castro? Every Cuban in Miami is hanging on the edge of their seats hoping he dies in the next few days. Cool idea to want to go back and rape your country with McDonalds and Starbucks. How sad is it that these people are sitting like hyenas in Florida waiting to pounce on a situation like this? Pretty sad.

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