Thursday, June 25, 2009

Let's be honest with ourselves

The Michael Jackson we all loved is the Michael Jackson we remember. He died a long time ago.

Now, I'll never forget listening to JLB's top 10 MJ songs, turning on the radio after hearing he was DOA. I was driving in what must have been record setting heat and humidity for this place. As such i had the AC on and windows up but when that #2 song came on those windows came down because god dammit it is summer time and in the summer you roll down your windows and turn up your music when you're listening to Rock With Me. in your car. in GOD DAMN DE-TROIT.


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I've found myself with some free time and some new riding boots so I'm going to go away for awhile. I'll be leaving solid plans, reliable lodging and your American television behind. It might look something like this...



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...but if the weather lets go or the money runs short or my left ear starts itching, well, i might just head the other direction. If you live near these lines consider yourself warned.


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Along the way i'll be looking for inspiration; Sort of like walking out into the woods for a few hours to smoke a cigar and reboot the brain, except time 100. Upon return i will have a better understanding. And probably some interesting pictures.


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Watch yourself out there

Friday, June 12, 2009

Dallas Texas Pt 2

Dallas Texas, I know who you are.

(let bring you n00bs up to speed)

And though i hoped beyond hope that you were a robot or a sorority house (or a robot-sorority house), it turns out that you are me.

That is correct.

For reasons hidden deep in the tubes of the super web machine, when i access this site from my home computer, a Dallas Texas ip is recorded.

How can that be?

It doesn't matter.

How did i figure it out?

That also does not matter.

What does matter is i've been silently lurking on myself, and in return, sending myself idle threats (married with suggestive flirtation) all the while wondering why i wouldn't respond. To myself.

Hello me, meet the real me.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

A few links

Our President: Just kicking it with the homies. I'm cool with that. (I'm from the STREETS!)


Mickey Rourke: His life is different than yours (and also not safe for the work place)


Here's an article i found a long time ago: It's about professional football players in a capsized boat completing flipping out and trying to swim the ocean. (They died). It seems appropriate today when a woman by my work drove (drunk) into a shallow lake and refused to get out of the car for fear of the police repercussion. (She died). I continue to be fascinated by the absence of self preservation, be it obvious or subtle.


Do not watch this (is that a young Jack Black assisting?)



Finally, nail: meet head

When i'm not traveling around the world, this is what i do. Not so much with the audio visual, more with the battery/solar power.