so, i was at church today, and the pastor spoke on thanks.. and how we arent thankful, and i thought about that.. especially in my current situation...how even though there are alot fo things that piss me off, and that are generally bullshit, and i wish would be alot better.... there are hundreds of things.. big, small, wired and other, that i should be thankful for....so ... imm list em and why im thankful for them.... 365 of them to be exact..so that on any given day i can find something big or small to be thankful for in the midst of the bull shit we call life....

im not gonna list all of them here and now...i think i go in sets of 20

so without further ado, besides Number 1..... the rest will be in no particular order....( The List ... )

so, i was at church today, and the pastor spoke on thanks.. and how we arent thankful, and i thought about that.. especially in my current situation...how even though there are alot fo things that piss me off, and that are generally bullshit, and i wish would be alot better.... there are hundreds of things.. big, small, wired and other, that i should be thankful for....so ... imm list em and why im thankful for them.... 365 of them to be exact..so that on any given day i can find something big or small to be thankful for in the midst of the bull shit we call life....

im not gonna list all of them here and now...i think i go in sets of 20

so without further ado, besides Number 1..... the rest will be in no particular order....

1. Friends- i say firends first, because they are who we choose..sometimes we are stuck with family, but friends are people you choose to walk this path with you... friends are the ones that grab the machetes and shotguns and go forth to help you slay zombies...the ones that choose to stand by your side... and i have some great fucking frineds... cats who would go to war with me.....i love my folks...
2. Poetry- it has probably helped me from going insane, helped me from laying my hands on people ,places and things, and helped me bare my soul
3. Poets- Steele sharpens steel, and the only reason i'm able to cut anything is because of all the steel i've encountered in my journy
4. the internet- thank god for the World Wide Web, i don't know what i would of done if i was born in 1950, and misse dout on 50 years of youtube.... speaking of which
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• 12:35 I thought "Pandora" was a hybrid between a panda and Dora the Explorer. How does that Spanish-speaking panda know so much about music? #fb #

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Cammy put my bra on this morning with the cups on her back &told me it was a jet pack- good start!

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it feels like somebody has sandpapered my lungs. i have a fever that comes and goes depending on how often i take the ibuprofen. i made a turkey yesterday afternoon. while i was eating it (not the whole turkey) i broke into a fierce sweat. like a july and august in phoenix sweat. whatever i've been dodging that's been going around has finally found a home in my body. i hope it's happy and i hope all the evil in my soul can snuff it out fast.

i got out of bed in the middle of the night (no, not to look into my neighbor's window). i put some prokofiev and rachmaninoff piano concertos on repeat and slept in the recliner. it was nice and cool and i had dreams that my neighbors were looking into my window.

i think i ran over a cat on friday night on the way to SOUND EFFECTS. i haven't told boo boo yet. i'm not sure how cat solidarity works. i'm hoping that because he hasn't seen another cat in so long he may have forgotten that he's one of them. i'd be interested in finding out what he thinks he is. maybe a squirrel, or just some thing that's in charge of emptying the food bowl. i just yelled out, "boo boo, i killed a cat!" he didn't come running or say anything, so i guess we're cool.

I said I will walk along these hillsides

in the summer 'neath the sunshine.

I am feathered by the moonlight

falling down on me.

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I love my brother ALOT he's still my baby =o)

28. Dispatch From The Front

i. inside
Inside of me, it has been a dark year
they moved the camps into the polar regions.
The nights are seventy-nine hours long.
It is an act of discipline to pull myself back
to the stage set of my face and look
Out. See the real world sunsets,
their amber traffic lights
streets full of the aspiring dead
freezing themselves in attitudes
of youth. I know that my heart cannot be sicker
than the world is sick. Some solace –

ii. outside
we have bombed the moon
to search it for signs of life
bits of bacteria fossil like lace
caught in the rock strata.
The thirst for having once again
outstrips the thirst for knowing.
The thirst for rising up as nothing
compared to the thirst for consuming
what is in reach.

iii. youside
Who have you ever loved
that failed to have something
spectacularly wrong with them?
Why, then, can you never love
the mirror? Even as the world
does its best to horrify me

my attention is flows back to
you. Again. Again. Like a fugitive
tributary, pooling deep, clear –
a man made reservoir
abandoned town beneath the lake.

You must pay the price to eat the rice... The auto correct on this phone is not perfect

While discussing the lack of Chinese delivery in StL "must pay the prove to eat the rice" classic

Ugh.

27. Ghazal
Respect is due, the struggle of the jealous
how arduous is the longing of the jealous

Painstaking shimmer shadowing her eyes
jeweltone feathered wing of the jealous

She rolls her body through the summer sun
you shrink beneath the awning of the jealous

Wedding band melted for cannon fodder
gold wisp in lead defending of the jealous

In daylight, you’ve hands enough for everyone
the nights she leaves you, you sing of the jealous

At first, she cooed she was completely yours
your gaping mouth fledgling of the jealous

My name which means chaste maiden slept
until your breath woke it, darling of the jealous

In an effort to actually update my journal more than once monthly I have succumbed to Twitter. Here's my daily update:

• 01:08 Finished our post-Thanksgiving soiree with the Skeaths. Am happy to report that the Heagerty clan was victorious in the Catchphrase battle! #

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#438) ARROW OF GOD, Chinua Achebe- A good, not great, book about warring African tribes and the men that rule them. Add in the always volatile element of White Imperialism and you have for an interesting read. Falls short of being a classic and when compared to other similar novels (See "THE RIVER BETWEEN" entry of weeks past), it is ultimately forgettable.
MUST I HAVE READ THIS BOOK BEFORE I DIED: no

438 down, 563 to go

So I'm done now it's off to edit Santa weddings and a choir... It's been quite the weekend!

Here there be spoilers.

The movie was strong, yo. Any complaints I lodge following are merely minor footnotes to a larger service the film provides. I liked this movie (in so much as you can like a movie like this). That's my official word on it. I recommend it for people who are into heavy dramas. It's not the heaviest thing I've seen, but it is one of the heaviest thing I've seen with black characters.

That said, further comments. I think the rest of this one is only for people who saw Precious and have at least attempted to read the book.

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Camroc Press Review took two of my poems. Here's one of them. Enjoy.

Since the last time I was here, I estimate that I have "received" a few hundredmore Ondas and they continue to manifest themselves. Here are twois of my favorite:

Fear not death
For its cold embrace
Is inevitable;
Be concerned more
With life
For its warm embrace
Is not as certain.

Anger
Degrades the Spirit;
Hatred
Darkens the Soul.

A note on Ondas:

Ondas are not expressions of our feelings, thoughts, or ideas, all of which emanate from within. I true Onda is spontaneous and not influenced by reflection or contemplation on the message (onda) being expressed. Ondas just happen, you do not go looking for them, they come lookiing for you.

Tito

Thanksgiving, for me, is about the little thank yous, the ones that make you smile and make you realize that no matter how crap things can get sometimes, people still love each other enough to break bread and say thanks. This can never be a bad thing. Even if we've somehow made shopping a part of this endeavor, I think Thanksgiving is an inherently good thing.

Case and point: The text of a note I found at the Crazy Mocha in Bloomfield.

Dear Joseph
how are you? It occured to me today that thousands of cartoon artists are drawing every day, many of which are, I expect, coming up with new super heroes. One who can lift trucks but only certain models (ford) at certain times of the day (3pm-4:15pm), one who can point the furthest distance, one who can travel back in time but never forward again, etc. etc, hundreds weekly. One that can make Autumn come 2 weeks earlier... Surely out of all of these hundreds of thousands, one looks just like you. You're a super hero!
Love, Lenka + Michael

Finding this note (ps, the whole note is [sic]) today made me very happy. Well done, Lenka and Michael. I really hope Joseph felt a little like a super hero when he got your note.

Happy, Thanksgiving, everybody.

Rockin the day beautiful new location for me today!

October 5, 2009

At night, we pull into the town of Wadi Musa, outside the ancient (formerly lost) City of Petra. Omar, our tour guide, is a bit confused as to where we are staying, and as we pass by a group of restaurants hge says it is a 15-minute walk from our hotel to the restaurants... this will become a recurring joke for the remainder of our time with him. It is 15 minutes, if you were running at full tilt - which would kill you since we are on a sharp incline leading into a valley. Omar takes his constant ribbing with aplomb.

...

We pass by another of Moses' wells. It looks as though a hotel has been built on top of it. It's hard to describe. It has all the charm of a New York City subway platform, and you vaguely make out a rock formation with running water underneath it. Offered the chane to get out and look, the group declines. I think for the most part this group could give a damn about the religious aspects of the trip.

...

Dinner is a simple affair. Hummus and pita and salad. Sampled Jordanian beer ("Philadelphia") - it's nothing to write home about, it tastes vaguely like American macrobrews (Busch, Coors, Michelob). The beer is named not after the home of cheesesteaks in Pennsylvania, but the 1st Philadelphia, an ancient town in Jordan. It's odd to have to push that out of your head (summed up as "what you as X is actually Y"). After, Mark, Chris, and I head to an "Irish Pub". It is decorated like every Irish Pub I've ever been to (O'Shea's in West Palm Beach, Rula Bula in Tempe, Keiran's in Minneapolis). I swear to God, Guiness must make a fortune just in replica signs. The prices are insanely high, even figuring in just the loss in exchange rates. Not wanting to get screwed on price, I order a beer instead of whiskey. This time it's "Petra" beer, served in tall steel cans. Mark, having gone totally native in Germany, considers these "normal" sized. The beer is strong (12% alcohol), and I am done after one (I'm a lightweight when it comes to beer), but Mark and Chris order another round, I'm included, and our waiter has already popped the cap. Must soldier on.

( The lost city of Petra, bonding with Australians, and a wacky romp at the Turkish bath )

Kathedral - southeast corner queen & bathurst - we're on at 9 pm sharp. (okay, maybe 9:10)
opening for Ashes & SLAVE TO THE SQUAREWAVE
$10 at door. ALL AGES and Licensed so everyone can come!



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hope to see you tonight! our biggest bestest show of the year!!!!!!!!

Atttt some point I'll go through my flist but lol that may take a bit. Hopefully I haven't missed too muuuuuch :O

I'm probably staying NH-home til Tuesday. I have to go back then at the latest 'cause I have to pay rent annnnd I am not missing chorus lol. That is a VERY bad idea since there's only two rehearsals left.

...annnd my laptop is starting to warm up after only being on for probably 15min at most. Erm.



In other news, my mom really enjoyed being at bardic :D She said she liked seeing the place and everyone interacting with me XD And she had a good time~ ^^


...uh, I guess that's it. Chillin' at my brother's again today. *nod*