Lost my mind again
12.11.08
"Where have you been my darling young one?"
-Lord Randell
In the last 48 hours I misplaced my a) Nikon digital movie camera, b) a 2MB camera original movie disk with my son's tale of "Little Blue Riding Hood" I shot in the forest off Temscal Canyon in the Palisades, and c) yesterday after a fun few hours at Cross Crek ib Malibu, I misplaced my seven year old's inhaler for allergy relief.
It is as tho a little gremlin slipped into my life and made off with what I regard a very important. Stuff can be replaced. Camera original pictures unfortunately can not be re manifested in time and space.
I've been away from this forum longer than I can rememeber. INspired again, I guess, by the sheer bafflement at what ideas or people,places, and things I beleive as really important anymore. I marvel that Dead Ho remains the cyber gypsy on these pages. We were aboard before there was any Face or Space or Tube hit the web.
Once married. Not now. Have a son. Know love in ways I never imagined. Tonight I be alone. Feeling lonely.
Try this. Try that. Make a buck. PLan adventures with my child when we are together again this weekend.
Pray. Meditate. Nice to hear the tinkle of ice in a highball glass full of scotch. Can't do that no more. Ignite a cork-tipped Winston and draw a deep breathe and exhale. One is too many and 10,000 cigarettes a year was never enough. Don't do that no more. All I am left with now I can no longer escape a sense of estrangement is
a certain anger and rage having no means to numb my feelings or means to gain retaliation.
ROBERTI returned my call. He's game to help me with the film piece that now runs 20 minutes. That's 17 minutes too long. He know music. I know shooting and editing. We both love dance. Think we can colaborate well. His wife is East German, mine was Red Chinese. See? We both hooked up with women from Communist countries. Commie lovers.
Gonna finish my techno thriller and get a good night's sleep.
"Where have you been my darling young one?"
-Lord Randell
In the last 48 hours I misplaced my a) Nikon digital movie camera, b) a 2MB camera original movie disk with my son's tale of "Little Blue Riding Hood" I shot in the forest off Temscal Canyon in the Palisades, and c) yesterday after a fun few hours at Cross Crek ib Malibu, I misplaced my seven year old's inhaler for allergy relief.
It is as tho a little gremlin slipped into my life and made off with what I regard a very important. Stuff can be replaced. Camera original pictures unfortunately can not be re manifested in time and space.
I've been away from this forum longer than I can rememeber. INspired again, I guess, by the sheer bafflement at what ideas or people,places, and things I beleive as really important anymore. I marvel that Dead Ho remains the cyber gypsy on these pages. We were aboard before there was any Face or Space or Tube hit the web.
Once married. Not now. Have a son. Know love in ways I never imagined. Tonight I be alone. Feeling lonely.
Try this. Try that. Make a buck. PLan adventures with my child when we are together again this weekend.
Pray. Meditate. Nice to hear the tinkle of ice in a highball glass full of scotch. Can't do that no more. Ignite a cork-tipped Winston and draw a deep breathe and exhale. One is too many and 10,000 cigarettes a year was never enough. Don't do that no more. All I am left with now I can no longer escape a sense of estrangement is
a certain anger and rage having no means to numb my feelings or means to gain retaliation.
ROBERTI returned my call. He's game to help me with the film piece that now runs 20 minutes. That's 17 minutes too long. He know music. I know shooting and editing. We both love dance. Think we can colaborate well. His wife is East German, mine was Red Chinese. See? We both hooked up with women from Communist countries. Commie lovers.
Gonna finish my techno thriller and get a good night's sleep.