Monday, August 31, 2009

Sipping tea...

You know I can't tell you the last time I sat at my computer in the evening and drank some earl gray while listening to Brand New. I'm guessing that there was freezing rain and I was still single. Not that not being single has anything to do with my inability to "Veg" and do what i want to do, merely a reference of time.

The last couple of weeks I have really been trying to turn everything down. Not rejection, just trying to enjoy every sound I can at a level that is not damaging. I love sounds of everything but I am a sucker for words. Make anything poetic or abstract and I can't resist, especially when coupled with a good tune. (Play Crack the Sky-Brand New) "Calm rows they travel fast and alone, one hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong. They call love is a risk to always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own. They hole in the hull defied the crews attempt to bail us out. Flooded the engines and radio..."

Its funny how one song means something different each time you listen to it. But that album is always the same song bleeding into the next reminding you of the first time you really felt the music. And its entirely unconscious. It's by far one of the best feelings.

Yours Truly,

Thursday, August 13, 2009


Do you tell your dreams to? Your fears? Your everything?

Friday, August 7, 2009


for some reason it just captivates me. I have been reading "Atop an Underwood", a collection of the early works of Jack Kerouac. He was a locally published writer at the age of 13! He reported on sports as well as creating his own zines with fantasy sports leagues. Reading how a boy becomes a man through so many different stories is truly amazing.

I don't recall if I have mentioned that I want to write a book. It's difficult, since I want to write about my life experiences. As much as I would love to have a book out tomorrow, I simply have not yet lived enough to finish.

It's odd though how Blogging has given anyone the chance to essentially publish their story. In a way its like exploiting yourself.I get many ideas here and there or come up with the perfect combination of words for a single sentence. Rather than impulsively publish on a blog I hope to write and save everything so that when the time comes I don't have to recycle any of my own material. I want every part to be unread and completely new to whoever picks up the hardback.