Saturday, November 19, 2005
OK ness – (This is a three part series on being O.K.)
The Stock Question
Whenever I get in one of those awkward conversational moments with someone I have just met I have one stock question that I use to shift the social climate. Being a Denver native and living in…well Denver, I would deem my life as being somewhat sheltered. But while dwelling in the confines of this square shaped state of Colorado there is one thing that does not seem to be a universal known between most people. There is one thing that seems to be somewhat of a cult classic, an oddity and interesting enough of a topic to aid in the conversation’s flow…and that topic is soda. OK Soda that is. So with out further adieu my stock question…
Have you ever heard of OK Soda?
If you were to navigate to my profile, scroll down to my interests and then click on OK Soda you would find that the existence of such a beverage has slipped out of the memories of the blogging community. I admit it would be a little strange to put a soda down as one of your interests but non-the less…how many people do you know that know of it? I’ll be damned willing to bet you that anyone who partook in its fizzy OKness (that I would describe as a sort of sweetened carbonated tea) has never forgot it. Yet, so many people have never heard of the stuff. It has somehow slipped through the cracks of American society. It was out there advertised on national TV and sold at local grocers but now it’s subdued into the subconscious of modern civilization. OK soda, wiped from the thoughts of everyday citizens left like a covered up artifact of an ancient civilization waiting to be discovered once again. So I’ll ask again.
Have you ever heard of OK Soda?
Today was the first installment an introduction of a three part series on OK Soda. It was written to give you the chance to acknowledge the question of its existence or to question your knowledge on this cult classic artifact.
The second segment will go more into depth on what the soda was its history, its meaning, its significance.
The third and final piece will be about pop culture reverences to the OK legacy.
Until next time I’m Nick D and I’d like to remind you that, “Everything is going to be OK.”
The Stock Question
Whenever I get in one of those awkward conversational moments with someone I have just met I have one stock question that I use to shift the social climate. Being a Denver native and living in…well Denver, I would deem my life as being somewhat sheltered. But while dwelling in the confines of this square shaped state of Colorado there is one thing that does not seem to be a universal known between most people. There is one thing that seems to be somewhat of a cult classic, an oddity and interesting enough of a topic to aid in the conversation’s flow…and that topic is soda. OK Soda that is. So with out further adieu my stock question…
Have you ever heard of OK Soda?
If you were to navigate to my profile, scroll down to my interests and then click on OK Soda you would find that the existence of such a beverage has slipped out of the memories of the blogging community. I admit it would be a little strange to put a soda down as one of your interests but non-the less…how many people do you know that know of it? I’ll be damned willing to bet you that anyone who partook in its fizzy OKness (that I would describe as a sort of sweetened carbonated tea) has never forgot it. Yet, so many people have never heard of the stuff. It has somehow slipped through the cracks of American society. It was out there advertised on national TV and sold at local grocers but now it’s subdued into the subconscious of modern civilization. OK soda, wiped from the thoughts of everyday citizens left like a covered up artifact of an ancient civilization waiting to be discovered once again. So I’ll ask again.
Have you ever heard of OK Soda?
Today was the first installment an introduction of a three part series on OK Soda. It was written to give you the chance to acknowledge the question of its existence or to question your knowledge on this cult classic artifact.
The second segment will go more into depth on what the soda was its history, its meaning, its significance.
The third and final piece will be about pop culture reverences to the OK legacy.
Until next time I’m Nick D and I’d like to remind you that, “Everything is going to be OK.”
TodayToday that is a picture of how my room looks. Coincidentally, that is also a picture of how my room looked last night. Unfortunately last night was graced with a visit from the ambulance men. I woke up from my sleep because my girlfriend started hitting me in her sleep…??? (I’m sure I could have a heyday psychoanalyzing those reactions.) Non-the-less I was like owwwww…which awoke her and it was in that moment I became consciously aware of the owwww that existed in my stomach. I got up and she was startled asking, “are you all right?” All I could do is stand midsection bent and say, “ohhh my God!!!” I thought I was going to die from some sort of food poisoning...or Mad Cow disease or something. I looked in the mirror and I was as white as the wall it is mounted on….running for the bathroom I internally pushed on my stomach hoping to get what the hell of a devil’s child was in there out. Basically, I had my girlfriend call the ambulance. The guys who picked me up came into my hurricane of a room I swear Katrina can’t touch the natural disaster that is my life. The emergency men walk passed the hardwood floored hall into my bathroom to see me sitting perched on the porcelain bowl. They began their interrogation as I sat there shitting out my stomach…I frantically answer their questions as I think to myself…”Only me. Only in my life.” The paramedic a tall black good looking man with a Will Smith demeanor instructs me to wipe as they were going to haul my chocolate laden ass to the Porter’s emergency room. Once in the ambulance Mr. Smith threaded my vein with a 16 gage needle while complimenting himself on how good he was. I have to agree with him for I have been blessed or cursed (it depends on how you look at it) with girl veins. He stuck that horse of a hose into my arm with impeccable precision and began to administer an IV…and thank goodness it only took him one try. Here I sit three vials of blood lighter, cat scanned for the first time in my memory (they give you iodine which feels like a women getting hot flashes, my neck and back got all hot) and Denver sewage has become much heavier in Hershey syrup looking water. Now I’m at home uninspired, still sick, contemplating the use of codeine and bored. Chicken broth is my food and now darkness at 5:42 is my foe but Abbey Road is playing in the background and my mom stopped by and I got to see my beautiful niece today. Why am I still typing here??? I guess I should go and rest and enjoy my flat Vernors ginger ale. Vernors is the only soda I know that taste this damn elegant when flat. It’s easy for me to explain a beer or wine as full bodied but Vernors is the only soda that I can honestly label as such…So off to start my day at 5:46pm…my room looks as bad as my stomach feels…but nothing last forever.
Friday, November 18, 2005
CUBICLE CARE PACKAGE
I work in a cube and today is Friday…the day where the sleepless boot camp brutality takes its last task driven punch and sends me to the ropes for the weekend. I have a co-worker an awesome just turned 26-year-old girl named Connie whose birthday party was tonight. So on my way to the Caribou coffee house after work I was thinking of what gift I wanted to buy her. Then it came to me! I could make her a,
CUBICLE CARE PACKAGE
(Where do I get my ideas???) So I went into the Super Target in the Colorado Mills Mall and ventured into my scavenger hunt. The list of items I bought her, were as follows:
Rubik’s Cube
Ice cube tray
Sugar cubes
“Cuticle trimmer” which I taped a piece of paper with a “b” on it over the “t” changing the word to “Cubicle trimmer.”
Q-tips which I taped a piece of paper under the Q that read, “ube” Making the package’s title read, “Qube tips.”
Perhaps the gift is both better when seen and given to a fellow cube dweller. But I’m glad my brain juices were flowing and an original gag gift was given.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
More fictional journalism stories.
This is what limiting the resource of time can do to your story. But I don't want to be anal so sloppy and fast is how they must be.
Bright
Members of the same family are suspected of damaging two Denver University faculty’s cars.
English professor Oliver Brooks and the University’s dietitian Linda Kasparov racked up a combined mechanical bill of $609 after they fixed their damaged vehicles.
Kasparov was driving home when her car’s headlights, speedometer and oil-pressure gage stopped working. When she pulled into a service station the mechanic found that someone had damage all but two of her engine compartment wires.
Brooks had similar wire damage done to his vehicle’s head lights.
Members of the squirrel’s family who are suspected of the damages declined to comment for this story.
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FollowUp
Police released the name of the man today who died trying to rescue a boy from drowning in Nichols Lake.
William McDowell an unemployed painter jumped into frigid water in an attempt to save 10-year-old Edward McGorwann yesterday after the boy had waded far from the shore and began screaming for help.
“McDowell risked his life without hesitation to try to save someone in trouble,” Police Chief Barry Koperud said. “He was a real hero.”
McDowell was 30-years old and unemployed. “There we only two things he never learned to do,” his sister Janice Carson said between tears. He couldn’t hold a job for more than two years and he could never say no to anyone who needed help.”
McGorwann died this morning at Regional Medical Center.
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This is what limiting the resource of time can do to your story. But I don't want to be anal so sloppy and fast is how they must be.
Bright
Members of the same family are suspected of damaging two Denver University faculty’s cars.
English professor Oliver Brooks and the University’s dietitian Linda Kasparov racked up a combined mechanical bill of $609 after they fixed their damaged vehicles.
Kasparov was driving home when her car’s headlights, speedometer and oil-pressure gage stopped working. When she pulled into a service station the mechanic found that someone had damage all but two of her engine compartment wires.
Brooks had similar wire damage done to his vehicle’s head lights.
Members of the squirrel’s family who are suspected of the damages declined to comment for this story.
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FollowUp
Police released the name of the man today who died trying to rescue a boy from drowning in Nichols Lake.
William McDowell an unemployed painter jumped into frigid water in an attempt to save 10-year-old Edward McGorwann yesterday after the boy had waded far from the shore and began screaming for help.
“McDowell risked his life without hesitation to try to save someone in trouble,” Police Chief Barry Koperud said. “He was a real hero.”
McDowell was 30-years old and unemployed. “There we only two things he never learned to do,” his sister Janice Carson said between tears. He couldn’t hold a job for more than two years and he could never say no to anyone who needed help.”
McGorwann died this morning at Regional Medical Center.
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Random Thought
Driving down Colfax on my way to school today I saw this ruggidy looking SUV flip a bitch and fly past three lanes of rush hour traffic to make a right turn onto Colorado Blvd. That’s one finely tuned spontaneous action that I don’t think I could re-enact…not in the heart of Denver at 3:45pm. It was also a very life risking move. Now you’re telling me a person has no desire to change the monotony of his or her life or have the risk taking fortitude to work and live and be something more than what/where “the man” sweeps him? It’s crazy the same person can take such a gamble on getting to the far right lane faster…is this observation or introspection?
Driving down Colfax on my way to school today I saw this ruggidy looking SUV flip a bitch and fly past three lanes of rush hour traffic to make a right turn onto Colorado Blvd. That’s one finely tuned spontaneous action that I don’t think I could re-enact…not in the heart of Denver at 3:45pm. It was also a very life risking move. Now you’re telling me a person has no desire to change the monotony of his or her life or have the risk taking fortitude to work and live and be something more than what/where “the man” sweeps him? It’s crazy the same person can take such a gamble on getting to the far right lane faster…is this observation or introspection?
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
An observation of the process…
I randomly saw the blond child from my Spanish class at the food court before I ran off to our class. I was upstairs and she was in the atrium below so I assumed a “Hi” would be futile at reaching her ears. I figured I could defer the greetings till her presence in our next class. Lo and behold she didn’t show. Blonde child has a habit of ditching class…I have attended every single one. While we are on the subjects of comparisons she has never taken Spanish and I have had two or three in the adventurous span of my life. Yet, she has stayed above par on our exams than I have? The process: Awaiting the entrance of the sweet blond child for class my hopes of having my diligent partner to speak to in nonnative tongues was once again shattered by her absence. My studious self turned to the dark haired blued eyed girl who sits behind me and asked, “Where is blond child? I saw her just before the class.” Her mindful reply was, “she just didn’t want to show up.” The process: God, I must have been born the most illogical creature on this earth. I just don’t get the most simple of logical process (I’m getting better everyday actually b/c of my job in the cube…but I would still rate myself light-years behind the top 2/3rds of my peers.) Algebra which I began studying in 8th grade is all about “Substitutions.” So our entire life we have actually been deeply involved and cognitively able to compute and communicate within the Algebraic world of Language. What’s the purpose of pronouns? Pronouns allow us to substitute. Example of the process, “I saw the blond child from my Spanish class.” Through our fine knowledge of language-Algebra we all have the know-how to easily shorten that sentence to: “I saw her.” The process: So, she didn’t show up Monday but she was at class today and guess what…she was kicking my sorry little butt on all the grammar and vocabulary handouts our teacher was dishing us. Then is dawned on me…she may ditch class but that action is a proactive stride for substitution. She uses that time to study. Here I am the faithful automaton finding ways to work with my class load and restricting myself to rigid rules and concepts that were never truly assigned. Looking at the problem I concentrated steadfast with the belief that one should attend their classes and work with the dishes of knowledge our professors serve to us on our own time. The process in action shows me through observation that one can trim some (not all, mind you, but some) of the fat of class participation and have better results if they substitute that time to study (a very methodological subject as a college) foreign language on their own. Now some may say, “What! A foreign language is not methodological…for language is living!” To them I would say, “Ask my Spanish professor what the purpose of college foreign language is.” He would say that we don’t learn to really communicate with Spanish in our colleges we learn more the methods of Spanish in our colleges.
Her process won’t work for me. After all, I work in the real world baby and missing work to skim the fat doesn’t’ fly in the confines of the Cube. Haven’t you ever known or are you yourself a person who says, “When the hell am I going to use this stuff in the real world,” in regards to Algebra? The real world is predicated on such ideology. When the world does not full heartedly embrace the concept of substitutions such shorts cuts will slow you down…mark my words she will pay for her shortcuts in the long run…(note I do not wish that upon anyone, It’s just my general observation for the “real world”) Now how do I explain my theory to her??? It won’t happen…that’s called the process of, “Picking your battles.” And that topic is one for a completely different blog. For now I’m in the process of forgetting my Algebra…Who needs it anyway?
I randomly saw the blond child from my Spanish class at the food court before I ran off to our class. I was upstairs and she was in the atrium below so I assumed a “Hi” would be futile at reaching her ears. I figured I could defer the greetings till her presence in our next class. Lo and behold she didn’t show. Blonde child has a habit of ditching class…I have attended every single one. While we are on the subjects of comparisons she has never taken Spanish and I have had two or three in the adventurous span of my life. Yet, she has stayed above par on our exams than I have? The process: Awaiting the entrance of the sweet blond child for class my hopes of having my diligent partner to speak to in nonnative tongues was once again shattered by her absence. My studious self turned to the dark haired blued eyed girl who sits behind me and asked, “Where is blond child? I saw her just before the class.” Her mindful reply was, “she just didn’t want to show up.” The process: God, I must have been born the most illogical creature on this earth. I just don’t get the most simple of logical process (I’m getting better everyday actually b/c of my job in the cube…but I would still rate myself light-years behind the top 2/3rds of my peers.) Algebra which I began studying in 8th grade is all about “Substitutions.” So our entire life we have actually been deeply involved and cognitively able to compute and communicate within the Algebraic world of Language. What’s the purpose of pronouns? Pronouns allow us to substitute. Example of the process, “I saw the blond child from my Spanish class.” Through our fine knowledge of language-Algebra we all have the know-how to easily shorten that sentence to: “I saw her.” The process: So, she didn’t show up Monday but she was at class today and guess what…she was kicking my sorry little butt on all the grammar and vocabulary handouts our teacher was dishing us. Then is dawned on me…she may ditch class but that action is a proactive stride for substitution. She uses that time to study. Here I am the faithful automaton finding ways to work with my class load and restricting myself to rigid rules and concepts that were never truly assigned. Looking at the problem I concentrated steadfast with the belief that one should attend their classes and work with the dishes of knowledge our professors serve to us on our own time. The process in action shows me through observation that one can trim some (not all, mind you, but some) of the fat of class participation and have better results if they substitute that time to study (a very methodological subject as a college) foreign language on their own. Now some may say, “What! A foreign language is not methodological…for language is living!” To them I would say, “Ask my Spanish professor what the purpose of college foreign language is.” He would say that we don’t learn to really communicate with Spanish in our colleges we learn more the methods of Spanish in our colleges.
Her process won’t work for me. After all, I work in the real world baby and missing work to skim the fat doesn’t’ fly in the confines of the Cube. Haven’t you ever known or are you yourself a person who says, “When the hell am I going to use this stuff in the real world,” in regards to Algebra? The real world is predicated on such ideology. When the world does not full heartedly embrace the concept of substitutions such shorts cuts will slow you down…mark my words she will pay for her shortcuts in the long run…(note I do not wish that upon anyone, It’s just my general observation for the “real world”) Now how do I explain my theory to her??? It won’t happen…that’s called the process of, “Picking your battles.” And that topic is one for a completely different blog. For now I’m in the process of forgetting my Algebra…Who needs it anyway?
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Café Scientifique
No insight just the rush of the night. I was supposed to make my 22 mile commute to campus from work in the middle of rush hour traffic and make in time for the earlier session of my psyc class. Let’s say I was late…Due to a five car accident…not mine. It’s ok I made it to class in one piece and found that I got an 88% on my test (and didn’t really study)…Oh I’m not a slacker…next time I will avenge the name of the D family and make 98%. I’m a bad test taker no matter how hard I study (or little for that matter) I just can’t win perfect ease. So yes I will be off to the rabid streets of LoDo. That’s what we call a part of downtown in my neck of the woods. It stands for lower-down town??? Don’t Ask me??? Due to lack of a journalism class and much needed writing assignment, this evening I will fight the 30 degree Colorado chill and walk 13 minutes from campus to my destination. I’m attending the prestigious Café Scientifique: http://www.wynkoop.com/ http://cafescicolorado.org Tonight’s discussion is about how 70% of our processed foods are genetically engineered. I can’t wait for my learning and wish I could blog…I want to blog…no I have to go.
No insight just the rush of the night. I was supposed to make my 22 mile commute to campus from work in the middle of rush hour traffic and make in time for the earlier session of my psyc class. Let’s say I was late…Due to a five car accident…not mine. It’s ok I made it to class in one piece and found that I got an 88% on my test (and didn’t really study)…Oh I’m not a slacker…next time I will avenge the name of the D family and make 98%. I’m a bad test taker no matter how hard I study (or little for that matter) I just can’t win perfect ease. So yes I will be off to the rabid streets of LoDo. That’s what we call a part of downtown in my neck of the woods. It stands for lower-down town??? Don’t Ask me??? Due to lack of a journalism class and much needed writing assignment, this evening I will fight the 30 degree Colorado chill and walk 13 minutes from campus to my destination. I’m attending the prestigious Café Scientifique: http://www.wynkoop.com/ http://cafescicolorado.org Tonight’s discussion is about how 70% of our processed foods are genetically engineered. I can’t wait for my learning and wish I could blog…I want to blog…no I have to go.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Stream of Poop 2
Elliot Smith whaling he’s tired the bleach of lights beaming down on my plastic particle board student seat. More like the animal pins I hear they use to slaughter our big macs it’s funny I never thought of it that way before. We receive our education much in the same way our meals receiver their one way ticket to an extra value meal…cool. Here’s Smith’s next track it’s like some 70’s play of Jackson 5 funk piano line. I’m sure if I went over his lyrics with a fine tooth pick and analyzed his harmonious his syllables I’d find the most sad of poetry distraught and depressed as everything he did seemed to be. But this song is…superimposed in beautiful poetry as the albums does into a dense landscape of melody and percussion so finely revered in such an art but for some strange reason for some strange reason the mood, timbre, deliver of the tone doesn’t match the tunes meaning and as a half second gap of wait the teacher asked eschucames? And of course I know that means to listen but I’m taken back by the sound of Spanish…I can’t, did, don’t, won’t, answer his question to my true ability. His physical cues elude me to the meaning of the verb. Of course my headphones come back into play and I think I better type this fast b/c I don’t have much time after class to do it but wait hey…no…10 minutes isn’t enough considering I have to walk 30 seconds down the hall, boot the computer, save, leave etc. etc. etc. but Smith hums his background into the fore front of my heart my mind. I could never do that…what he did. I could never do that…
And I don’t get it!
Elliot Smith whaling he’s tired the bleach of lights beaming down on my plastic particle board student seat. More like the animal pins I hear they use to slaughter our big macs it’s funny I never thought of it that way before. We receive our education much in the same way our meals receiver their one way ticket to an extra value meal…cool. Here’s Smith’s next track it’s like some 70’s play of Jackson 5 funk piano line. I’m sure if I went over his lyrics with a fine tooth pick and analyzed his harmonious his syllables I’d find the most sad of poetry distraught and depressed as everything he did seemed to be. But this song is…superimposed in beautiful poetry as the albums does into a dense landscape of melody and percussion so finely revered in such an art but for some strange reason for some strange reason the mood, timbre, deliver of the tone doesn’t match the tunes meaning and as a half second gap of wait the teacher asked eschucames? And of course I know that means to listen but I’m taken back by the sound of Spanish…I can’t, did, don’t, won’t, answer his question to my true ability. His physical cues elude me to the meaning of the verb. Of course my headphones come back into play and I think I better type this fast b/c I don’t have much time after class to do it but wait hey…no…10 minutes isn’t enough considering I have to walk 30 seconds down the hall, boot the computer, save, leave etc. etc. etc. but Smith hums his background into the fore front of my heart my mind. I could never do that…what he did. I could never do that…
And I don’t get it!
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Cheesy-aire
How much do we actually know about our friends? This is a questionnaire to get to know them better. Read through the comments below about your friend. Then make sure you read the instructions at the bottom. Have fun!
1. What time is it: 9:46pm
2. Name as it appears on birth certificate: Nick D in tha House
3. Nicknames: see above
4. Piercing: I like tongue piercings.
5. What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theater? The Island
6. Eye Color: Brown
7. Place of birth: Denver, Co
8. Favorite foods: Chipotle
9. Ever been to Africa: No…but I love the Toto song.
10. Ever been toilet papering: Every time I wrap gifts
11. Love someone so much it made you cry: Yeah along with all the other human stuff that accompanies such things.
12. Been in a car accident: Yes…but it wasn’t my fault I swear.
13. Croutons or bacon bits: Bacon bits…shaken not stirred
14. Favorite day of the week: “Hey it’s ok it’s alright…it’s a Saturday night.”-The Spits
15. Favorite restaurant: see favorite foods
16. Favorite flower: “pretty, pretty flower.” Bambi
17. Favorite sport to watch: roller derby
18. Favorite drink: OK soda
19. Favorite ice cream: Ben and Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough
20. Disney or Warner Brothers: none of the above
21. Favorite fast food restaurant: Yo quiero Taco Bell
22. What color is your bedroom carpet: tan/stained
23. How many times did you fail your driver's test: None
24. Before this one, from who did you get your last email: BMG CD sale
25. Which store would you max out your credit card: Guitar Land
26. What do you do most often when you are bored: Reverie
27. Bedtime: Too Late
28. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest: That’s a question for the Magic 8-ball
29. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond: see above
30. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire: see above
31. Favorite TV Shows: Married With Children
32. Last person you went to dinner with: Haaland...whaoo fish tacos...baby
33. Ford or Chevy: Hey, this is getting a little personal don’t you think?
34. What are you listening to right now: Le Tigre
35. What is your favorite color: The color of love
36. Lake, Ocean or river: Oh my!
37. How many tattoos do you have: none…but I have some killer scars
38. Time you finished this e-mail: 10:00pm
39. Which came first the chicken or the egg: I usually do and my girlfriend gets mad.
40. How many people are you sending this email to: “Reply Hazy”
Return directions: Now, here's what you're supposed to do . . and please do not spoil the fun. Copy (NOT forward) this entire e-mail and paste it onto a new e-mail that you will send. Change all of the answers so that they apply to you. Then send this to a whole bunch of people you know INCLUDING the person who sent it to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little known facts about those who know you
How much do we actually know about our friends? This is a questionnaire to get to know them better. Read through the comments below about your friend. Then make sure you read the instructions at the bottom. Have fun!
1. What time is it: 9:46pm
2. Name as it appears on birth certificate: Nick D in tha House
3. Nicknames: see above
4. Piercing: I like tongue piercings.
5. What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theater? The Island
6. Eye Color: Brown
7. Place of birth: Denver, Co
8. Favorite foods: Chipotle
9. Ever been to Africa: No…but I love the Toto song.
10. Ever been toilet papering: Every time I wrap gifts
11. Love someone so much it made you cry: Yeah along with all the other human stuff that accompanies such things.
12. Been in a car accident: Yes…but it wasn’t my fault I swear.
13. Croutons or bacon bits: Bacon bits…shaken not stirred
14. Favorite day of the week: “Hey it’s ok it’s alright…it’s a Saturday night.”-The Spits
15. Favorite restaurant: see favorite foods
16. Favorite flower: “pretty, pretty flower.” Bambi
17. Favorite sport to watch: roller derby
18. Favorite drink: OK soda
19. Favorite ice cream: Ben and Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough
20. Disney or Warner Brothers: none of the above
21. Favorite fast food restaurant: Yo quiero Taco Bell
22. What color is your bedroom carpet: tan/stained
23. How many times did you fail your driver's test: None
24. Before this one, from who did you get your last email: BMG CD sale
25. Which store would you max out your credit card: Guitar Land
26. What do you do most often when you are bored: Reverie
27. Bedtime: Too Late
28. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest: That’s a question for the Magic 8-ball
29. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond: see above
30. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire: see above
31. Favorite TV Shows: Married With Children
32. Last person you went to dinner with: Haaland...whaoo fish tacos...baby
33. Ford or Chevy: Hey, this is getting a little personal don’t you think?
34. What are you listening to right now: Le Tigre
35. What is your favorite color: The color of love
36. Lake, Ocean or river: Oh my!
37. How many tattoos do you have: none…but I have some killer scars
38. Time you finished this e-mail: 10:00pm
39. Which came first the chicken or the egg: I usually do and my girlfriend gets mad.
40. How many people are you sending this email to: “Reply Hazy”
Return directions: Now, here's what you're supposed to do . . and please do not spoil the fun. Copy (NOT forward) this entire e-mail and paste it onto a new e-mail that you will send. Change all of the answers so that they apply to you. Then send this to a whole bunch of people you know INCLUDING the person who sent it to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little known facts about those who know you
Falconmyst
If you stopped here, than good for you because apparently I’ve been lost somehow in this non-stop blogging world…but no more worries…For now you have found me. Not quit unlike a lost and found at one of your favorite grocer stores you can have me if you can identify (with) me. Kidding aside I’m running low on the Mojo meter baby (spending four hours with your ailing favorite grandmother can do that to a person.) Early this week the creative force of Falconmyst put together a star studded blogger collage which included the mug shot of yours truly. Encouraging words were shared and insights made as Falconmyst said, “…Nick over in Denver, Colorada has some interesting things to share.” The title of his masterpiece was “Lost in Cyberspace.” Which is an obersvation not too far off from the truth. I often feel lost between the the time I wake up to the time I get to blog…but now it seems some readers have found me. Now if only cyberspace had a candy isle….
I saw the car and its bright lights
coming down the other side, of Buchtel road.
Flinched a sec and hesitated
as I thought my fate would be sated, so the story goes.
Look around and still I’m here
between the force of every fear, the yellow lines.
I wonder why were scared of thoughts
that someday soon we’ll be gone, it fills our mind.
I read the words a wise man said
we won’t let go of what we never had…
It’s our life
It’s our life
coming down the other side, of Buchtel road.
Flinched a sec and hesitated
as I thought my fate would be sated, so the story goes.
Look around and still I’m here
between the force of every fear, the yellow lines.
I wonder why were scared of thoughts
that someday soon we’ll be gone, it fills our mind.
I read the words a wise man said
we won’t let go of what we never had…
It’s our life
It’s our life
So, yes I wrote this over ryme-ie piece after listening to my new Trial of the Dead CD. This music is so weird and dreamy and poppy and just damn righteous. I’m not sure what draws me into it???I just know I’m lost in its dream-like web from song to song. There was so much I wanted to accomplish today but of course I procrastinated and today I made a firm handshake of a deal with our best friend Sleep so my verbose endeavors will have to wait until Sunday. For many that is a day of rest (Saturday if your one of those 7 dayers) but for me it will be a day toiling in my aspirations of school work, house work and family time.
I would like to commit one of the biggest artist’s faux pas (before Mr. Sandman wraps me in his blanket of REM) and disclose what I meant by my lyrics above. I was driving west bound on Buchtel Blvd. and I saw a car coming toward me and I thought it was going to crash into me for a sec. Of course I realized my mishap in perceptual judgment was due to all the damn road work they are doing in my town and the car whizzed passed me in a non-threatening manner. I felt scared for my life my girlfriend’s life and I, in that instant, wondered why? I read a book where a man was upset with his three year old daughter for not wanting to share her new birthday toys with the kids at her party. He ended up realizing that she didn’t want to share them because she hadn’t felt what it was like to own them first. Did I fear for my life because I haven’t even lived my life yet? I’m not sure I even know how to take the reins of my life and just start living. I hope the only answer to “waking up” is not 30 years of Zen training. I guess if I want answers to such dilemmas all I have to do is blow the dust off of my Magic 8-Ball…but tonight “My sources say no.” It’s time for some Rapid Eye Movement.
I would like to commit one of the biggest artist’s faux pas (before Mr. Sandman wraps me in his blanket of REM) and disclose what I meant by my lyrics above. I was driving west bound on Buchtel Blvd. and I saw a car coming toward me and I thought it was going to crash into me for a sec. Of course I realized my mishap in perceptual judgment was due to all the damn road work they are doing in my town and the car whizzed passed me in a non-threatening manner. I felt scared for my life my girlfriend’s life and I, in that instant, wondered why? I read a book where a man was upset with his three year old daughter for not wanting to share her new birthday toys with the kids at her party. He ended up realizing that she didn’t want to share them because she hadn’t felt what it was like to own them first. Did I fear for my life because I haven’t even lived my life yet? I’m not sure I even know how to take the reins of my life and just start living. I hope the only answer to “waking up” is not 30 years of Zen training. I guess if I want answers to such dilemmas all I have to do is blow the dust off of my Magic 8-Ball…but tonight “My sources say no.” It’s time for some Rapid Eye Movement.
