Like a Rabbi
So I am sitting in Carl’s Jr. right now. I am going to try one of their green burrito style tacos. My wife will be joining me shortly after she finishes taking care of all her people. She’s so good to everyone, I hope she feels like she has enough time for herself. Lots of really good people do so much for everyone else that they forget about their own needs and when those needs pile up, they go through long and hard crisis management. These next couple of days off are really needed and I am so glad the holidays are right around the bend.
Tomorrow I am destine to be thrown to the sharks. The digital teams are hurting again and I would feel real bad if I didn’t try to help out. So I will probably either come home after work on top of the world - or beaten down. LOL there is no try in my job- the copier works or you go back.
So I have been thinking about this awesome author I was reading earlier today. I couldn’t be more excited about some of the things he was saying. Many people, I am sure have already discovered him - but never having studies theology formally his name had never come up except in a biography I read about C.S. Lewis a long time ago.
Is it me or is the world changing so fast it makes the Tasmanian Devil look geriatric? I heard Madonna on Terry Gross today taking (in a slightly English accent?) about the Kabbalah????? That’s a WTF to me. She went from “Vogue” to “Vague” - I don’t know what to make of it, especially since she made some damn decent points about the need in ones life for certainty.
She was saying that if one is certain and resolute in action then even if they are wrong at least they will find out quicker. She said it’s better to be on the “fast boat to hell” then the slow one. You can correct yourself faster and get on with it.
I don’t really remember if anything else she said made any sense - but I do know from the interview that she is now writing children’s books as well. I can remember a book that she published that blurred the borders between pornography and (can I say) art (without people getting all mad?). Anyway maybe they’re great books but I just think it leaves some possible problems in google searches by young children looking up their favorite author.
But those exist even if you look up Harry Potter. I mean I am a strong advocate of Free Speech on the internet, but I think parents really need to spend time with their children on-line and monitor their viewing habits. I am no angel when it comes to surfing, but even I have seen some things that actually scared me. I mean really frightened me deep, and left me questioning human nature. It seems that every time I turn around we are trying to make something faster, something more exciting, something funnier, but as we watch all these things another category is growing just as fast, dysfunction. It’s those reasons in my ripe old age of 34 that make me feel like we need to as a culture or society put on the brakes.
Just some thoughts, I was reading a LJ entry earlier today and decided to start posting some of my work here. I can’t think of a better way to put it out there then this. So I will add some thoughts or short story ideas here randomly as well. That way the 2 billion people who read this journal can give me feedback!
Here's one:
death of a…
watching from the bus bench
zoom
zip
all the cars pass-
i trip-
flicking my worried cigarette
into a crowded gutter
weird how i fit
like a long piece of music
through a cold winter evening
but here instead,
old
unfed-
clocked out
from nowhere
it rains
there’s always the country
trees,
birds,
bees,
not like the talk
of the teen’s dad-
going around this,
and that like
embers from a blaze
i stop
at a dry spot
of steaming asphalt
refusing
the rain’s touch-
not willing
to go down
with the rest of us-
but it’s them
the elected media whores
not us
the numb
humble television culture
it’s the leaders
they should pay-
should be lead away
shackled in shame
reddening their palms
that bore the psalms
backing us against the wall
on arguments
that required
only song and dance
feeding a hemorrhage
issues bleeding
the politicians back bone
his bread
his butter
taking the rights
of mothers,
brothers
blood washed up
on foreign sand
still
joys shoot through me
leaving me riddled
and barren
and a young girl
about to die
asks if i am happy
i lie
i’m indecent
disgruntled
because
indigent workers
take the jobs
that everyone wishes
for their progeny
bitter like dizzy melodies
sweet as hose-water
calling on a god
of small memory
i fasten a yesterday
around my throat
and step
Tomorrow I am destine to be thrown to the sharks. The digital teams are hurting again and I would feel real bad if I didn’t try to help out. So I will probably either come home after work on top of the world - or beaten down. LOL there is no try in my job- the copier works or you go back.
So I have been thinking about this awesome author I was reading earlier today. I couldn’t be more excited about some of the things he was saying. Many people, I am sure have already discovered him - but never having studies theology formally his name had never come up except in a biography I read about C.S. Lewis a long time ago.
Is it me or is the world changing so fast it makes the Tasmanian Devil look geriatric? I heard Madonna on Terry Gross today taking (in a slightly English accent?) about the Kabbalah????? That’s a WTF to me. She went from “Vogue” to “Vague” - I don’t know what to make of it, especially since she made some damn decent points about the need in ones life for certainty.
She was saying that if one is certain and resolute in action then even if they are wrong at least they will find out quicker. She said it’s better to be on the “fast boat to hell” then the slow one. You can correct yourself faster and get on with it.
I don’t really remember if anything else she said made any sense - but I do know from the interview that she is now writing children’s books as well. I can remember a book that she published that blurred the borders between pornography and (can I say) art (without people getting all mad?). Anyway maybe they’re great books but I just think it leaves some possible problems in google searches by young children looking up their favorite author.
But those exist even if you look up Harry Potter. I mean I am a strong advocate of Free Speech on the internet, but I think parents really need to spend time with their children on-line and monitor their viewing habits. I am no angel when it comes to surfing, but even I have seen some things that actually scared me. I mean really frightened me deep, and left me questioning human nature. It seems that every time I turn around we are trying to make something faster, something more exciting, something funnier, but as we watch all these things another category is growing just as fast, dysfunction. It’s those reasons in my ripe old age of 34 that make me feel like we need to as a culture or society put on the brakes.
Just some thoughts, I was reading a LJ entry earlier today and decided to start posting some of my work here. I can’t think of a better way to put it out there then this. So I will add some thoughts or short story ideas here randomly as well. That way the 2 billion people who read this journal can give me feedback!
Here's one:
death of a…
watching from the bus bench
zoom
zip
all the cars pass-
i trip-
flicking my worried cigarette
into a crowded gutter
weird how i fit
like a long piece of music
through a cold winter evening
but here instead,
old
unfed-
clocked out
from nowhere
it rains
there’s always the country
trees,
birds,
bees,
not like the talk
of the teen’s dad-
going around this,
and that like
embers from a blaze
i stop
at a dry spot
of steaming asphalt
refusing
the rain’s touch-
not willing
to go down
with the rest of us-
but it’s them
the elected media whores
not us
the numb
humble television culture
it’s the leaders
they should pay-
should be lead away
shackled in shame
reddening their palms
that bore the psalms
backing us against the wall
on arguments
that required
only song and dance
feeding a hemorrhage
issues bleeding
the politicians back bone
his bread
his butter
taking the rights
of mothers,
brothers
blood washed up
on foreign sand
still
joys shoot through me
leaving me riddled
and barren
and a young girl
about to die
asks if i am happy
i lie
i’m indecent
disgruntled
because
indigent workers
take the jobs
that everyone wishes
for their progeny
bitter like dizzy melodies
sweet as hose-water
calling on a god
of small memory
i fasten a yesterday
around my throat
and step