Monday, January 30, 2006 

GEEEE Wilakers!!!!

It's been a bit since the last post . . . been a bit lax on the "edible musings". Most things I've had to say lately have been blah at best. So, I refrain. Thank you to all of my loyal readers who keep coming back day after day after day, looking for those little bite size attempts of mine to make you think or reflect just a little bit. I've just had nothin' to offer . . . so why bore you like I'm doing now?

I don't know. Bored myself I guess.

Reflect on these musings from the coffee shop (all from experience . . . frequent experience):
  • Razors cut skin and cause much bleeding, like soak through a band-aid, all over the dish sink bleeding.
  • 180 degree[ f] water burns . . . especially when your face is too close and it splashes (fyi, water boils at 212 degrees [f])
  • Vanilla syrup that gets on your arms and dries rips the hair off your arms when you don't think to wash but pull it off instead.
  • 180 degree coffee burns your mouth so you can't taste anything for about 3 days.
  • Making a connection for the current between a six foot long flourescent light bulb and the socket with your index and pinky fingers hurts really, really bad. But not until about 2 seconds after it happens.

I guess that's all I have for now. Have a good night . . . and be careful when you make coffee!!


Friday, January 20, 2006 

To My Son

you, me, the irony
of listening to the crash test dummies
at the auto shop

and the realization that re-do's
don't come in your size shoes
makes me stop

and take stock of this brief moment . . .
that time won't wait for what i meant
to do, fly with you, make you into

the kind of man i was supposed to be
having wisdom, knowing responsibility,
leading you, teaching you, believing you

will grow up, but don't rush, let's pretend
while we can, that super-heroes always win in the end
and chase our shadows where time ticks

away in the darkness of a crocodile's belly,
if it's gonna tick, why not let it go silly
in a land where i can pick

you up and throw you into
the air a thousand feet up, and always catch you,
hitting the ground never in view

because here, where time ticks on the wall,
i cannot bear the weight of letting you fall . . .
re-do's don't come in your size shoes.


Monday, January 16, 2006 

It's Contagious

(take it to heart)

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.
~Oscar Wilde

Thursday, January 12, 2006 

To My Daughter

everytime you make me tea
i have to remember to drink your smile
and remember that your tea is always best
with a little sugar.

and i have to remember mondays
and blueberry coffeecake
and being home to hold you
with your arms around my neck.

because i'll need to reach back
when i come home to see you
making tea for someone else,
with smiles and sugar, or

sitting in my chair on friday night,
while you're out getting coffee,
planning your cake,
your arms around his neck.


Wednesday, January 11, 2006 


I found a quote that quite nicely sums up the point of art, and more specifically for my purposes, poetry:

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up. ~Cyril Connolly
If you read poetry, look at art, listen to music, then you know how much bad stuff there is out there. Some of it just flat awful. Heck, you may even read this blog and understand my point. But the truth of it is, even the bad ones can't quit writing or singing or painting. Art is like a drug, only you're getting stuff out instead of putting stuff in. It comes in cycles, there are times when you're "clean" and not much is going on, but then you reach that place where you need a hit, you need the sweet intoxication of everything inside of you pouring through your pen into an overflowing cup of word pictures. And like that drink you're trying to get just right, you taste it and re-make it and taste it and re-make it until finally you're able to sit back in your easy chair and drink it with an "ahhhhh" at the end. I only know poetry. And I know that there are times when I write and write and write and it just never works, the satisfaction never comes and it feels like being tied to the bottom of the deep end of a pool, swimming up far enough to stick your arm out of the water but your nose and mouth are still inches away, life just out of reach. But the artist keeps kicking, keeps flailing until he breaks free the chain and rises above the deep, gasping for the breath that has eluded him for so long, filling his lungs with the sweet intoxication of life. It's at that point that the artist knows his work is done (at least for that moment), and whether he's good or bad, he keeps on writing. He doesn't write because he wants to, he doesn't write to find fame or fortune . . . the artist writes because he has too. He'll drown if he doesn't.

Saturday, January 07, 2006 

People have been asking . . .

. . . about the poems and quotes and stuff, with regards to their origins. So, I thought I would clear it up a little bit. Unless I note otherwise, the quotes and poems are original. If I quote anyone or post another's work, I will always give credit where credit is due. I'm not a plagarist, so if you don't see a name by it, insert mine :-)

bueno fin de semana


Friday, January 06, 2006 

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood . . . "

It really is! Clear skies, mid 60's, slight breeze. It's a great day to go drive with the window down, playin' some tunes and ending up at the dentist!!! WOOHOO!!! Things went well at the dentist, NO CAVITIES (all of my teeth have fillings anyway)!! Nevertheless, the drive was quite nice.
Whilst enjoying my northly sojourn, I thought about those things that I would like to do if/when I'm not working approx. 70 hrs. a week. Well, at least I'm told such a life exists, so dream I do! In no particular order, the things I'd really like to do are:

  • Go camping - i do miss the outdoors (there is still and outdoors, isn't there?)
  • Take in some live music - i haven't been to a concert in ages
  • Go to the theater - as in stage, not movie
  • Travel - not only need time, need money
  • Take pictures w/Nikon D50 - because i have one now, and i can, and it's cool, and i want to.
  • Read, read, read, read read
  • Write, write, write, write, write
  • Start running - AAAAAHHHH, did i just say that?
  • Tennis league - in the mood to kick some serious booty
  • Sleep - hahahahahaha hoohoohoo hehehehe hahahahahahahaha woooooooo wow heh em
  • Have a third place - umm, starbucks people get this

I'm sure there are more but that's all I could come up with, I had to proceed into the buzzing, scraping, over-drooling, 80's music, bright light in the eye (bad eyes), latex mouth dentist office. Although I must say that I really do like my dentist . . . it's just the other stuff I'm not all that fond of (new toothbrush though!!). Take it easy peeps!


(take it to heart)

for a moment i was jacob,

wrestling with the angel of

my nightmare.

i, exhausted

he, tireless in his

relentless pursuit

of me, something inside

unknown to me. the glorious angel

rolled me over, my back pressed

to cold, hard reality,

my mouth gaping,

his arm outstretching

into my throat and

pulling from my stomach

my darkest nights.

in one wretched moment he

raped my soul

and left me gasping,

groping, with a vengeance

i seized his arm and demanded

from him recompence, blessing

for my pain. and with that

same horrible arm he

seized my heart in grace,

his eyes burning my face

as he spoke thunder,

"i just did . . ."

Wednesday, January 04, 2006 


Texas 41 USC 38

The University of Texas Longhorns
2006 National Champions


New Year, New Look

Felt kinda bored with the other template so I changed it up a bit (ok, re-did the whole thing). I think I still have a few kinks to work out so bear with me. Let me know what you think!


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