Random Paper In My Backpack

I've always wanted

to be a figment,

go to that extent,

crampin' my style.

Such a gentle spirit -

I fell like the Hendinburg.

Nevertheless -

Not speaking is a lot easier

than trying to figure out

what to say.

I'm not into the Beatles

like I used to be

But where we gonna go boys?

To the top of the most

To the top of the most

Be careful who you tell

but just be you.

God already knows

you can't pray a lie.

I want that to be

my final memory.

The rock makes ripples.

Prayer is what

gives meaning to my life.

Quote of the Day

August 27, 2009

"You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it."
– Robin Williams

We're Going To Be Frriends

by the White Stripes

fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, book and pens
i can tell that we are gonna be friends

walk with me, suzy lee
through the park, by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we've found
then safely walk to school
without a sound

well here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there's dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now it's time to learn

numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
at playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height against the wall

and we don't notice any time pass
we don't notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that i sound funny
but she likes the way you sing

tonight i'll dream while i'm in bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
and when i wake tomorrow i'll bet
that you and i will walk together again
cause i can tell that we
are going to be friends

Someone thought of me when he heard that song. I'm starting to think that's way better than "Where Are You Going".

To borrow from "Blackbird" by Paul McCartney, "You were only waiting for this moment to arrive."

reticent

Word of the Day for Sunday, August 23, 2009

reticent \RET-ih-suhnt\, adjective:

1. Inclined to keep silent; reserved; uncommunicative.
2. Restrained or reserved in style.
3. Reluctant; unwilling.

New Favorite

I think we're doing it right.

Pink Plaid

Maybe someday,
Somewhere,
He and I'll have on the same pair
of underwear.

Just cause he said he had them,
I should've gotten rid
of them when things
got bad
After what I did.

Pink Plaid.

As I wear them now,
All that comes to mind is
How pure he was that night,
How infatuation makes one blind,

How I was so 

endearing
To this floating
child.
I couldn't believe what I was
hearing,
So gentle from such 

wild.


Pink Plaid.


I burned the rest,
Whatever bore his name,
To lessen the obsession,
But these boxers do remain:

Banana Republic, sized Small -

He wasn't all that tall.

Bless his heart,

Bless his heart.

Pink Plaid.


For a change,
I could wear them
In the company of a man,
To give them new meaning,

But that's a
fundamentally flawed plan,
And to the
Unbeknownst new one
demeaning.

These boxers are mine,
Dadgummit.
Who
they bring to mind

doesn't matter.


Oh, my heart did plummet,
but from the ashe of hurt

I arose.
Those ashes I did scatter, 
But still there's 

proof 

hidden under my skirt.

No one knows
the bond
We had.

Pink Plaid.

August II

I was wrong about August - it does have an event! Not a holiday per se...

But the Perseid meteor shower happens every year during the second week of August. It was cloudy both last year and this year, so I didn't see . It would've been neat to be at my dad's house in Suwannee for it, it's so remote, very little light pollution. Maybe next year. It was supposedly last night, when Earth passed through the dust of the Tuttle-something Comet. I drove out to a cow pasture to try to see some of it around midnight. Saw nothing after ten minutes. What a rip off!! Howevah, tonight when I got home from the Dave Matthews Band show in Tampa, I saw two big bright ones about three minutes apart!!

I love Bob Dylan's song Shooting Star:

Saw a shooting star tonight, and I thought of you

You were trying to break into another world, a world I never knew

I always kind of wondered if you ever made it through

I seen a shooting start tonight, and I thought of you

Once, at my dad's place on the Nature Coast (middle of nowhere), I saw one that fell bright down toward the water and seemed to hit and flash orange and quickly extinguish. Or, maybe I dreamed it. But I'm pretty sure it really happened. Stuff like that, that seems so impossibly neat, makes me second guess myself. Even that oh-so-brief moment, when you're staring up into heaven, and the streaking light catches your eye and just as quickly is gone. Did I really see it?

August is almost half over. It'll burn bright for a moment, captivate me, and then be gone.

Safe Driver

So my radio has been out of my car since the USA Rugby Collegiate Championships down in Sanford. Whenever that was. One night, some guy referees and me went out to try to see a movie and were listening to U2 and it was all good. Then, for whatever reason, the radio just stopped, so I had silence on the way home.

That's been a while. Maybe 4-5 months.

So what do I do? I drive around with my laptop playing my iTunes. Awful, yes I know. But no worse than putting on make-up. Actually I think listening to my iTunes is more profitable and a more worthwhile risk than painting my face.

I hope I don't wreck while I drive with my left knee and hit the gas and brakes with my right foot. I already broke a tail light sending a text to my friend Rick! Not that it's his fault, but I was leaving work, parked in a lot I don't usually use, and this stinking mailbox jumped out and hit me!! Of all the nerve...

Don't hate. I need music. My battery in my Apple laptop is pretty good so it usually gets me from A to B, and I have good playlists so I don't have to skip around so much. Not that I don't...

So I'm driving to Atlanta this weekend for some rugby referee classroom stuff - with no radio! The computer can't go forever! I did buy a radio but haven't installed it yet. Ugh, procrastination.

I am Berger

I'm sorry. I can't. Don't hate me.

Word of the Day for Monday, August 3, 2009

desultory \DES-uhl-tor-ee\, adjective:

1. Jumping or passing from one thing or subject to another without order or rational connection; disconnected; aimless.
2. By the way; as a digression; not connected with the subject.
3. Coming disconnectedly or occurring haphazardly; random.
4. Disappointing in performance or progress.