1.07.2009
Daily
The weather sucks today, well for most people probably. Being the weather dork that I am, I’m kind of digging it. Although if it’s going to be this cold at least it could snow. It’s been 35 and raining for about three days now. It’s dark when I go to work and it’s dark when I go home, I know some of you can relate. Kind of odd not to be on speaking terms with the sun. If I were really a dork I could pretend that I’m a vampire. Hahaha.
(Chuck Berry- Chess Box)
I’m driving to DC in a few hours to pick up my wife from the train station. It’s a scary place over on the other side of the bridge. We’ve been living here for about two years now. It’s the smallest town we’ve lived in in about fifteen years. We left WV to get away from the nothingness, yet here we are, right in the middle of damn nowhere. It ain’t summertime, but the living is certainly quite easy. If you’re into farming, that is. I will say in the summer, there’s an abundance of fresh produce everywhere, beans, tomatoes, melons, squash, cucumbers, just about anything you can think of and I’ve seen lots of things I had never even heard of. I don’t go anywhere near the produce section in the store from about May to October.
Seafood is great here, too. I’m a big fan of seafood, so I’m kind of in food heaven living here. So it’s no wonder I have become a card carrying fat person here in the past two years. Seriously, I could go on biggest loser. Wow, then that Jillian chick could abuse me. Sweet. Anyway… We’re right in the middle of Chesapeake country, so blue crab is king. The bay has been over fished almost to death, so commercial fishing as a way of life here is on the way out, but it still forms the base of the local economy here, and the quality is awesome. I can’t think of much better than fresh steamed whole Blue Crab on a hot summers day. Crab steamed with some potatoes, fresh corn, with a nice light lager…. oh man, good times, good times.
So it’s all about give and take. Like I said, if you just have to have yourself some civilization, you can be in Baltimore, or DC in about an hour and fifteen minutes. Yeah, just right over the Bay Bridge. The fifty year old, rusted out, gaps in pavement, open seams in the metal Bay Bridge. Yeah, I don’t need any civilization that bad. I only go over when I have to, like today. The kid digs it, though. He likes to watch the freight ships in the bay; he’s too young to be scared of much of anything, wish I was.
Other than that, not much to report. I missed yesterday due to consolidation/integration of my social outlets (Multiply, Lastfm, Twitter, NOT the Mog) into one space, the blogger page I’ve had now for almost five years. The blogger page, which has been sitting dormant now for oh, about four and a half years. Um, yeah. I’ve just been biding my time; yeah that’s the ticket. Anyway, if you’re reading this from multiply, please come over and check out the home base for Metal on Sunday from time to time. I’ve kind of known you guys for a couple of years now, but it has been mostly from the sidelines, now, I’m jumping in with both feet, hopefully it will lead to better days and ways. That’s the plan anyway. Yeah, cause I’m just dumb enough to believe that just by pen to paper, or finger to keyboard, I can change my life and maybe a couple of other people’s as well. You kind of have to be dumb to think that, but then again, stranger things have happened.
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(Chuck Berry- Chess Box)
I’m driving to DC in a few hours to pick up my wife from the train station. It’s a scary place over on the other side of the bridge. We’ve been living here for about two years now. It’s the smallest town we’ve lived in in about fifteen years. We left WV to get away from the nothingness, yet here we are, right in the middle of damn nowhere. It ain’t summertime, but the living is certainly quite easy. If you’re into farming, that is. I will say in the summer, there’s an abundance of fresh produce everywhere, beans, tomatoes, melons, squash, cucumbers, just about anything you can think of and I’ve seen lots of things I had never even heard of. I don’t go anywhere near the produce section in the store from about May to October.
Seafood is great here, too. I’m a big fan of seafood, so I’m kind of in food heaven living here. So it’s no wonder I have become a card carrying fat person here in the past two years. Seriously, I could go on biggest loser. Wow, then that Jillian chick could abuse me. Sweet. Anyway… We’re right in the middle of Chesapeake country, so blue crab is king. The bay has been over fished almost to death, so commercial fishing as a way of life here is on the way out, but it still forms the base of the local economy here, and the quality is awesome. I can’t think of much better than fresh steamed whole Blue Crab on a hot summers day. Crab steamed with some potatoes, fresh corn, with a nice light lager…. oh man, good times, good times.
So it’s all about give and take. Like I said, if you just have to have yourself some civilization, you can be in Baltimore, or DC in about an hour and fifteen minutes. Yeah, just right over the Bay Bridge. The fifty year old, rusted out, gaps in pavement, open seams in the metal Bay Bridge. Yeah, I don’t need any civilization that bad. I only go over when I have to, like today. The kid digs it, though. He likes to watch the freight ships in the bay; he’s too young to be scared of much of anything, wish I was.
Other than that, not much to report. I missed yesterday due to consolidation/integration of my social outlets (Multiply, Lastfm, Twitter, NOT the Mog) into one space, the blogger page I’ve had now for almost five years. The blogger page, which has been sitting dormant now for oh, about four and a half years. Um, yeah. I’ve just been biding my time; yeah that’s the ticket. Anyway, if you’re reading this from multiply, please come over and check out the home base for Metal on Sunday from time to time. I’ve kind of known you guys for a couple of years now, but it has been mostly from the sidelines, now, I’m jumping in with both feet, hopefully it will lead to better days and ways. That’s the plan anyway. Yeah, cause I’m just dumb enough to believe that just by pen to paper, or finger to keyboard, I can change my life and maybe a couple of other people’s as well. You kind of have to be dumb to think that, but then again, stranger things have happened.
1448
The Daily
The weather sucks today, well for most people probably. Being the weather dork that I am, I’m kind of digging it. Although if it’s going to be this cold at least it could snow. It’s been 35 and raining for about three days now. It’s dark when I go to work and it’s dark when I go home, I know some of you can relate. Kind of odd not to be on speaking terms with the sun. If I were really a dork I could pretend that I’m a vampire. Hahaha.
(Chuck Berry- Chess Box)
I’m driving to DC in a few hours to pick up my wife from the train station. It’s a scary place over on the other side of the bridge. We’ve been living here for about two years now. It’s the smallest town we’ve lived in in about fifteen years. We left WV to get away from the nothingness, yet here we are, right in the middle of damn nowhere. It ain’t summertime, but the living is certainly quite easy. If you’re into farming, that is. I will say in the summer, there’s an abundance of fresh produce everywhere, beans, tomatoes, melons, squash, cucumbers, just about anything you can think of and I’ve seen lots of things I had never even heard of. I don’t go anywhere near the produce section in the store from about May to October.
Seafood is great here, too. I’m a big fan of seafood, so I’m kind of in food heaven living here. So it’s no wonder I have become a card carrying fat person here in the past two years. Seriously, I could go on biggest loser. Wow, then that Jillian chick could abuse me. Sweet. Anyway… We’re right in the middle of Chesapeake country, so blue crab is king. The bay has been over fished almost to death, so commercial fishing as a way of life here is on the way out, but it still forms the base of the local economy here, and the quality is awesome. I can’t think of much better than fresh steamed whole Blue Crab on a hot summers day. Crab steamed with some potatoes, fresh corn, with a nice light lager…. oh man, good times, good times.
So it’s all about give and take. Like I said, if you just have to have yourself some civilization, you can be in Baltimore, or DC in about an hour and fifteen minutes. Yeah, just right over the Bay Bridge. The fifty year old, rusted out, gaps in pavement, open seams in the metal Bay Bridge. Yeah, I don’t need any civilization that bad. I only go over when I have to, like today. The kid digs it, though. He likes to watch the freight ships in the bay; he’s too young to be scared of much of anything, wish I was.
Other than that, not much to report. I missed yesterday due to consolidation/integration of my social outlets (Multiply, Lastfm, Twitter, NOT the Mog) into one space, the blogger page I’ve had now for almost five years. The blogger page, which has been sitting dormant now for oh, about four and a half years. Um, yeah. I’ve just been biding my time; yeah that’s the ticket. Anyway, if you’re reading this from multiply, please come over and check out the home base for Metal on Sunday from time to time. I’ve kind of known you guys for a couple of years now, but it has been mostly from the sidelines, now, I’m jumping in with both feet, hopefully it will lead to better days and ways. That’s the plan anyway. Yeah, cause I’m just dumb enough to believe that just by pen to paper, or finger to keyboard, I can change my life and maybe a couple of other people’s as well. You kind of have to be dumb to think that, but then again, stranger things have happened.
1500
(Chuck Berry- Chess Box)
I’m driving to DC in a few hours to pick up my wife from the train station. It’s a scary place over on the other side of the bridge. We’ve been living here for about two years now. It’s the smallest town we’ve lived in in about fifteen years. We left WV to get away from the nothingness, yet here we are, right in the middle of damn nowhere. It ain’t summertime, but the living is certainly quite easy. If you’re into farming, that is. I will say in the summer, there’s an abundance of fresh produce everywhere, beans, tomatoes, melons, squash, cucumbers, just about anything you can think of and I’ve seen lots of things I had never even heard of. I don’t go anywhere near the produce section in the store from about May to October.
Seafood is great here, too. I’m a big fan of seafood, so I’m kind of in food heaven living here. So it’s no wonder I have become a card carrying fat person here in the past two years. Seriously, I could go on biggest loser. Wow, then that Jillian chick could abuse me. Sweet. Anyway… We’re right in the middle of Chesapeake country, so blue crab is king. The bay has been over fished almost to death, so commercial fishing as a way of life here is on the way out, but it still forms the base of the local economy here, and the quality is awesome. I can’t think of much better than fresh steamed whole Blue Crab on a hot summers day. Crab steamed with some potatoes, fresh corn, with a nice light lager…. oh man, good times, good times.
So it’s all about give and take. Like I said, if you just have to have yourself some civilization, you can be in Baltimore, or DC in about an hour and fifteen minutes. Yeah, just right over the Bay Bridge. The fifty year old, rusted out, gaps in pavement, open seams in the metal Bay Bridge. Yeah, I don’t need any civilization that bad. I only go over when I have to, like today. The kid digs it, though. He likes to watch the freight ships in the bay; he’s too young to be scared of much of anything, wish I was.
Other than that, not much to report. I missed yesterday due to consolidation/integration of my social outlets (Multiply, Lastfm, Twitter, NOT the Mog) into one space, the blogger page I’ve had now for almost five years. The blogger page, which has been sitting dormant now for oh, about four and a half years. Um, yeah. I’ve just been biding my time; yeah that’s the ticket. Anyway, if you’re reading this from multiply, please come over and check out the home base for Metal on Sunday from time to time. I’ve kind of known you guys for a couple of years now, but it has been mostly from the sidelines, now, I’m jumping in with both feet, hopefully it will lead to better days and ways. That’s the plan anyway. Yeah, cause I’m just dumb enough to believe that just by pen to paper, or finger to keyboard, I can change my life and maybe a couple of other people’s as well. You kind of have to be dumb to think that, but then again, stranger things have happened.
1500
1.06.2009
Recently...
Recently I have been taking a cup of coffee later in the day, around nine P.M. or so, right about now. Its coffee left from the morning pot. You may not think it would be too tasty, but I think in these times waste not want not applies. We shouldn’t be taking anything for granted in these times. The coffee doesn’t really keep me awake, either. I still pass out reclined back in the computer chair with the jams thumping softly.
(CSNY- Déjà vu)
I came up in high school wanting really badly to be a hippie; but I was around twenty years too late. Don’t get it wrong, though my father went to Marshall so he didn’t have to go to Vietnam, neither one of my folks were exactly rabble rousers. I came about the freakisms on my own. It was really a lot more George Jones than George Harrison where I was, but it was OK.
In Winter 1994/95 I met someone who had been to Woodstock in 1969 and then again to the one in 1994, only a few month’s prior. He told me that the main difference between the two shows was the violence in the kids. He said that in 1969, everyone was so on edge about, I guess, everything, that you were waiting each moment for a riot to break out. There were so many different niche groups of people. That you were so suspicious of your neighbor, times were then, that you didn’t trust anyone. “It created an edgy paranoia,” he told me. So much for peace and love.
The coffee is quite good tonight, I dig the brief late day brain jolt you get when that caffeine kicks in. We’ve got Starbucks here at the house out the ying, but I’m eyeballin a pound of Dunkin Donuts coffee I got in my stocking. Stockings are good.
The river here in town is frozen over in the shallow spots. We haven’t had too much below freezing weather here. We’ve had as much 60-degree weather here as we have had 20 degree weather. It amazes how differently the weather is now compared to just twenty years ago. When I was a sophomore in high school, and it really sucks that it was twenty years ago, we missed almost the entire month of December for snow. Now I haven’t seen snow more than a flake or two in almost five winters. It barely gets even gets cold anymore. Doesn’t it ever make you wonder what we’re doing to our home?
Do You Know?
Do You Wonder?
What’s Goin On?
Down Under You?
I wonder what it will be like in 20 more. No, life is surely not what it once was. I am enduring lately a serious yearning for the times and places of my childhood when before I have had none. I left 14 years ago, but I woke up one day and there it was. But where did it come from, and when will it leave me? Such acute sadness there is some days, very little pleasure from the happy memories I own.
Mmm, chocolate and coffee now. I may be able to stay up late after all.
2154
(CSNY- Déjà vu)
I came up in high school wanting really badly to be a hippie; but I was around twenty years too late. Don’t get it wrong, though my father went to Marshall so he didn’t have to go to Vietnam, neither one of my folks were exactly rabble rousers. I came about the freakisms on my own. It was really a lot more George Jones than George Harrison where I was, but it was OK.
In Winter 1994/95 I met someone who had been to Woodstock in 1969 and then again to the one in 1994, only a few month’s prior. He told me that the main difference between the two shows was the violence in the kids. He said that in 1969, everyone was so on edge about, I guess, everything, that you were waiting each moment for a riot to break out. There were so many different niche groups of people. That you were so suspicious of your neighbor, times were then, that you didn’t trust anyone. “It created an edgy paranoia,” he told me. So much for peace and love.
The coffee is quite good tonight, I dig the brief late day brain jolt you get when that caffeine kicks in. We’ve got Starbucks here at the house out the ying, but I’m eyeballin a pound of Dunkin Donuts coffee I got in my stocking. Stockings are good.
The river here in town is frozen over in the shallow spots. We haven’t had too much below freezing weather here. We’ve had as much 60-degree weather here as we have had 20 degree weather. It amazes how differently the weather is now compared to just twenty years ago. When I was a sophomore in high school, and it really sucks that it was twenty years ago, we missed almost the entire month of December for snow. Now I haven’t seen snow more than a flake or two in almost five winters. It barely gets even gets cold anymore. Doesn’t it ever make you wonder what we’re doing to our home?
Do You Know?
Do You Wonder?
What’s Goin On?
Down Under You?
I wonder what it will be like in 20 more. No, life is surely not what it once was. I am enduring lately a serious yearning for the times and places of my childhood when before I have had none. I left 14 years ago, but I woke up one day and there it was. But where did it come from, and when will it leave me? Such acute sadness there is some days, very little pleasure from the happy memories I own.
Mmm, chocolate and coffee now. I may be able to stay up late after all.
2154
A New Year
A new year. I love January and all her cold winds. Even more I love forgetting the old year and kind of resetting myself. It never hurts my feelings to try and forget the old year. I’ve heard that what you are doing on New Years is what you find yourself doing the whole year. This year I stayed home, didn’t have a drop and was asleep by ten thirty. I suppose it means I’ll both be content and behave myself or I’ll be dead, either way they both sound quite similar.
(Listening to Pink Floyd’s Ummagumma)
January allows me to let go of all my musical predispositions and bad habits formed throughout the old year, although when that old year was new, I could assume they were the best of intentions. I like to delete all my play lists, reset my play counts and go in a completely different direction than I had been on December 31. I don’t like to hold on to things for too long. You start to take things for granted that way.
I have no resolutions, no proclamations of intent to better myself for the good of every man. No, I only have hopes for myself. Hopes I can find the strength just to. Hopes that through the course of the year, I can still have hopes. And, of course, to win the damn lottery already.
Also I think we are especially lucky here in America this year to hopefully begin moving in a more positive global direction with the impending inauguration of President Elect Obama. It will be interesting to see how the legacy of the leadership of the past eight years affects the leadership of the next fifty. It’s an exciting and frightening time we are living in.
I would also hope that the number of fat people reality shows on TLC continue to proliferate prodigiously in the coming year. But that’s just me. As I type I am totally stuffing my face with Triscuits and a Swiss n cheddar cheese log from Swiss Colony left over from last week. I was thinking if I could gain a hundred pounds, be a little person, or have eight or eighteen kids I could get my own reality show and get all my shit paid for too. Like I said, I have only hopes for 2009.
The weather here is lousy, though. It’s cold and the wind is steady coming in off the river at about 40 mph. Yesterday it was 60; I wish global warming would make up its mind. But it was nice to sit inside and crank the Rose Bowl up in HD this afternoon. Too bad the game was a clunker. I’m totally looking forward to Florida next month. I won’t miss the cold one damn bit, and you can’t make me.
I’m in to having fewer migraines this year, and also losing fewer family members. I am hoping for more rain and more free music. I’m a pirate of the first degree. Aaarrr! My son will begin kindergarten this fall. Yikes. That doesn’t make me feel old, being thirty five doesn’t make me feel old, hell I’m thankful if I make it to thirty six. No, getting up in the morning and barely being able to move makes me feel damn old. I can think of far fewer instances where I find myself feeling younger, and that makes me sad.
(Listening to Pink Floyd’s Ummagumma)
January allows me to let go of all my musical predispositions and bad habits formed throughout the old year, although when that old year was new, I could assume they were the best of intentions. I like to delete all my play lists, reset my play counts and go in a completely different direction than I had been on December 31. I don’t like to hold on to things for too long. You start to take things for granted that way.
I have no resolutions, no proclamations of intent to better myself for the good of every man. No, I only have hopes for myself. Hopes I can find the strength just to. Hopes that through the course of the year, I can still have hopes. And, of course, to win the damn lottery already.
Also I think we are especially lucky here in America this year to hopefully begin moving in a more positive global direction with the impending inauguration of President Elect Obama. It will be interesting to see how the legacy of the leadership of the past eight years affects the leadership of the next fifty. It’s an exciting and frightening time we are living in.
I would also hope that the number of fat people reality shows on TLC continue to proliferate prodigiously in the coming year. But that’s just me. As I type I am totally stuffing my face with Triscuits and a Swiss n cheddar cheese log from Swiss Colony left over from last week. I was thinking if I could gain a hundred pounds, be a little person, or have eight or eighteen kids I could get my own reality show and get all my shit paid for too. Like I said, I have only hopes for 2009.
The weather here is lousy, though. It’s cold and the wind is steady coming in off the river at about 40 mph. Yesterday it was 60; I wish global warming would make up its mind. But it was nice to sit inside and crank the Rose Bowl up in HD this afternoon. Too bad the game was a clunker. I’m totally looking forward to Florida next month. I won’t miss the cold one damn bit, and you can’t make me.
I’m in to having fewer migraines this year, and also losing fewer family members. I am hoping for more rain and more free music. I’m a pirate of the first degree. Aaarrr! My son will begin kindergarten this fall. Yikes. That doesn’t make me feel old, being thirty five doesn’t make me feel old, hell I’m thankful if I make it to thirty six. No, getting up in the morning and barely being able to move makes me feel damn old. I can think of far fewer instances where I find myself feeling younger, and that makes me sad.
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