Friday, January 08, 2010
I don't remember.
I can't remember what I was going to write about. I had an idea and while it wasn't fascinating or Earth shattering it was an idea. Half the battle for me is coming up with a idea or a line that I can write around. Even if I only use that one grain to form the pearl of a rant around than I am good. Kind of pompous right there huh? Grain, pearl; I amuse me sometimes.
Let me see, what is on my mind?
Terrorism--A guy tries to blow up a plane with explosives found in his crotch. Crotch bomb. It's funny but it's not. What is getting on my nerves is the over-reaction. Yes, blowing up things with dick bombs is bad. But nothing bad happened and the passengers stomped the guy. Now is time to tighten up the system. Don't wait for a bigger incident. Forget assessing blame unless negligence can be found.
Winter--It is cold in the winter. I don't want to worry anyone but that is a fact. Don't be a pussy about it. Wear warm clothes in layers. Try to stay out of the wind.
The people I worry about are the homeless. In this country of plenty the fact that we have so many homeless is just a moral outrage. Some people will say there are no moral outrages, that everything is relative. Fuck that. People not having homes or not having heat in the middle of winter because they lack the money is a moral outrage on every level. I don't care what God you believe in or if you believe in one at all; it's just wrong. While it's true some homeless won't come off the street don't use that argument when it comes to kids or families. A safe, warm place to sleep at night should be right not just a privilege. What the hell are taxes for anyway? To give to giant corporations or something?
What? Really? Oh. Never mind then.
Seriously I hope it's only that I am not writing things down as much as I used to because my pen ran out of ink and my notebook is across the room and not early onset Alzheimer's--cuz that would suck. Though it might be cool if I could get the medical pot for that. The problem then becomes what if I forget and some douchebag steals it? Then I can't remember shit and can't get high either.Talk about a double shot of suck ass. I mean, don't let anyone ever say to you, "well, at least it can't get any worse." That my friend is bullshit. It can, and lots of times will, get worse.
So when the fit hits the shan, as it is likely to do. Or the water is rising and you have to stand on your roof waiting for the helicopters. Just tell yourself it can get worse. If it doesn't? Well ain't you a lucky fucker. Laterzzz...
Labels: homeless, memory loss, snow, terrorism
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Snowy Day
The moon hung low in the sky. The light shining down made the snow covering the ground glow. The cars were covered in blankets of white and the trees were covered in cotton. As I walked onto the new snow I could hear the crunch under my boots. When I stopped walking the world became silent. No animals stirred. No traffic could be heard. It was easy to imagine that the rest of the world was gone.
I looked up into the sky and saw the stars. What we have been told is the infinite expanse of the universe. But could it be a blanket, strewn up by God to hide the workings of his creation? Could it be the limits of what we can imagine and the more we grow the farther the reaches of space become. Is it just an illusion as time and space are nothing but ideas dreamed up to explain concepts that don't exist from any perspective but our own?
I pull my eyes from the sky. It's much easier to look down and marvel at the beauty then to look up and be swallowed by the infinite.
My breathe puffed out in front of me letting me see the cold. There was no wind, but the cold air was crisp in my nose and in my lungs. There was nothing quite like the first intake of cold air in the morning. You open the door and then inhale. It is invigorating and fresh and it just snaps.
I think I would miss that the most if I lived in a climate that had no winter. I wouldn't miss the snow. I wouldn't miss the ice. I would miss the first breathe in the morning.
I would also miss the smell. There is a smell in the air of snow on the wind. You can put you nose up like a dog and just smell that snow is coming. Then once the snow has fallen. Before man brings his machines to move the snow and throw chemicals into the air. You can smell the cleanness of a world resting, sleeping, waiting for spring.
It all seems to be a bit magical. Not just the glow but the way a view can change in a few hours. Yet no matter how many snows, how much ice, or how many times it happens it is never the same. Each time it is new and unique and magic.
And what's wrong with a little magic now and then? Laterzzz...
