Friday, March 17, 2006


For some time I had imagined that you could mix senses. By that I mean that I assumed that our sensory experiences collided and merged and ... fused at a level precious enough to override the strict rules hemming them in. Have you ever smelled a taste or visualized a sound? I remember the revelation I had, while sitting on the carpeted floor of our wood-paneled living room in, oh, let's say...1981. The channel of fuzz, the channel of snow. My leg was asleep and I was staring at this fuzzy snow thinking how remarkably similar this sight and sensation seemed to me, somewhere underneath the rock underneath the tree in the primeval pureness of my pre-jaded juvenile mind. My mother, a competitive swimmer back in her day, used to swear by an expensive salon conditioner meant to reduce the chlorine residue scorned by so many of her ilk. To this day I can conjure the smell of this conditioner as it approximated in my childish mind the exact taste and sensation of a refreshing can of Orange Crush consumed directly after a relaxed summer afternoon spent running through the sprinkler positioned devilishly on our newly shorn back lawn.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Ok, listen. Here's what I think. I think that the time has come for everyone to take a good, long, hard look at relativity. Einstein is not involved in this discussion. You. How hard is your life? Do you have any right to complain? If you have energy, and I am presuming that you do, how should you best expend it? Well, that is up to you...But I am asking that you weigh in at the end of the day...Let's dare to assume that you are the master of your domain, that you are the king of your castle. Is that an outrageous assumption? You choose your behaviour, you choose your reaction, you choose your control...But really, we all have 100% control over our behaviour, no? Ah....but with that decision comes responsibility, there's the rub! I say rub it! Fuck it! Take that responsibility like it was the last chance you ever had to prove that you deserve to exist in this world of muddy hopes and dreams! Own it like a million dollars!

What would Neil do?

Everybody's going out and having fun...I'm a fool for staying home and having none...
Yes, Neil, I think you may have been perfect. Fancy free? Well, I'm not so sure. I guess back then, in the day, trees were greener and air was stronger. Time was slower and hair longer. The moon was blue and wind was cold. Don't let it bring you down.

try, and you may

For the time being, I can handle it. But I'm not so sure about the way. Which way? The future burns brightly, but it does not exist. Now is all that really ever is. No pressure.