Bezerk!

The sun is out in full glory, the coffee is kickin’ and well… It’s a lovely October day.  There are few things that could go wrong today, and those will be out of my control.  The things I can control, well…. I”m on it.  For reals.  Should be a nice result.  I like the word result today, very UK.

Speaking of very UK, how about Americans taking it to the streets.  Van Jones was saying that the protest are basically a reaction to three years of sitting on a hot stove, and the reactions are folks hollerin’.  I love that he used the word Holla, but not in that ridiculous overdone way that so many duck faced fools say “holla” about the most asinine shit.  Whoomp Whoomp, Woot Woot, and Holla… signs of stupidity.  What is the deal with my lack of joining Occupy Chicago?  Do I ask for time off from work, head in after work, wait until my next day off… The revolution is so schedule tough for me.  Just kidding, lets do this.   Big love for the first occupy folks in NYC, we need this, and I thank you for sparking it.  I watch a bit of MSNBC from time to time, and I was baffled by the lack of coverage, but Ed…  My least favorite vibe of the line up these days, was on it eventually.  Go Ed Shultz, big up.  Now we just need Obama to say some shit like, I think I will just create policy out of what those good folks Occupying Wall street say.  And they say the message is muddled.  Rust Limpdick called the protesters human refuse…  yeah, pour some gasoline on this Rush.  When will there be a serious left stealth movement that will just take these fools out.  I’m not talking about sniper actions or any kind of death, but how about a very quick abduction, drug these fools to knock them out, and dye them black or something… I mean?  I guess that would give the 1% carte blanche to round up anyone with a late bill and put them in financial obligation holding tanks (TM).  Next step, burn some shit.

On a lighter note, Bears v Lions.  I like the bare bones sound of animal fights, Bears and Lions fighting.  Gross Roman colosseum type shit right?  Well this is just a football game so chill out.

Saw Black Star on the Colbert Report.  BLAZE.  I will be grabbing that album as soon as I can.  The joint they rocked was called Fixin it, or something like that.  Blaze lyrics, and this is what we expect from Talib and Yasiin (formally known as Mos Def)  Big Ups!  I just peeped youtube to maybe post a clip of this performance… nothing.  Then I went to Itunes to buy the song, and or lp… nothing yet.  I checked out a lot of the new releases in the hip hop rap section.  GARBAGE, this would explain the state of the hoods and the lack of any kind of rising up.  Rising up to the Gucci Mane’s means fuck your brothers and sisters, get yours, and your neighborhoods can keep looking like strait garbage cans and such.  Please teach a little something other than “getting yours”.  Lets grow.

Blurry eyed I ride from time to time, this church on Kedzie looked like a decent bike by subject.  I kind of like it.

And then there is actual blurry eyed walking shots.  Was watching my friend buy beer through the window at Ola’s on Damen.  No flash because that would have been pretty wack for these folks, but the bleary look actually fits the moment.

Actually nothing is very complicated lately, things are good.  New sparks in life, and new motivations abound.  Fall air is a bit surprising, but the colors are the same amazing blaze.   The rails are sometimes feeling like they are not there, and the train feels a bit bumpy, but overall… pretty pretty pretty good.  It’s crazy how many thoughts I have in my head daily that I think to myself “I should write about this”, and by the time I”m sitting down at the computer, boom bam, gone.  Things are a bit dreamy like the Korean Airlines commercials that have been out for a couple years now, they really know how to push the dream element of things.  Excellence in Flight, or something like that.  Woke up for some reason at 7am today, very out of the norm for me, especially with it being a Sunday.  Lovely walk with Poppy in the Park, peep the gallery for some nice Humbold Park looks.

I was just looking through all of my records last night, literally thumbed through them all… The conclusion, either get into some spins, or sell this shit and take a trip.  Any  takers?  The thin vail of making it, such a ruse.  I thought I was on some career path type shit, but i’m slowly learning that this is not the case.  The daily hustle isn’t gaining me anything, just a longer student loan payment plan.  I was thinking of getting the 40 year old rapper project going, and maybe calling it, lets pay this loan off….  I think I have enough homies to buy a 99cent tune, might have to get this ball rolling for sure.

The wood crafting class plan, the one you have never heard of until right now, sounds like a good one as well.  Making shit local might have to be the swing, fuck all this imported junk.  I wonder if I could design something and sell it around without getting full of myself like all these other design fucks in Chicago?  Nah, I would fall right in, the small nest would require it.  You know, this ramble has gone on long enough. Peep ya.

This is here mossandstonegardens.com or at least that is where I got the image, I like the vibe of this blog, or maybe I just really really like soft green moss.  Either way, just rest your head on this type of fuzzy happiness.  Not really an ad for these peeps, I just thought if I was going to rip the image, that I should pay dues, so to speak.

This Sunday… it’s been ok, I have been reflecting on how things have been made overly difficult by myself at times, and how this really needs to change. I thought I was a pretty decent communicator, but I”m finding that not to be so true.  At least the sun is out, the dogs been on walks, and well…  We got our health, whatever the hell that is suppose to mean.  I don’t know what i’m looking for, but I am sure being a picky dick about it.  Don’t go pickin’ dicks though, lets just drop the words pick and dick out for a bit, they don’t seem to go together.

My street is super void of noise at the moment, I have the stereo set to off.. so just this click clack, and well… the fading in and out of Law and Order from my neighbors tv.  Not the dialogue so much, just the Law & Order Bass Tones… funny shit, and somehow not so bothering.

I think I”m writing in a moment of hunger, so.

Hey Doug, I dreamed of you this morning, we hugged and kind of said goodbye.  It was very real.  I dreamed of you last night, we were on Edgebrook just messing around in the street in front of 211.  I think this means something.  Either way, I”m thinking of you today.  I love you, and will give Xavier a call today.  He called a couple days ago, and though I have been a bit clear headed lately, i forgot to call him back.  Maybe you were asking me to.

Peace brother.

This much time has gone by?  Silly string central.  Melissa mentioned that I had this blog/site thing the other day, and I felt shame regarding the fact that I have just been uploading images, but not much writings.  I’m running late to work, but i’m pretty much ready to unleash my head onto this again.  Should be decent.  Not a story here, or link there, but some writing.   Hhmmm… I wonder.

that moment when you thing you want to just open the head and let the words fall from the finger tips.  those are pretty cool moments, there are also the moment of squirm. Not the movie Squirm from the late 70′s that my mother and step father took me and my brothers to see at the Market Street Drive Inn, not that squirm.  Michael Chabon, I think that is how you spell his name, I’m not really in the hunt up the correct spelling mood right now, so Chabon it is.  He was on Fresh Air, and he was talking about a moment when he was brought to the feeling of squirm.  I like how I have just converted to using Capitalization to start my sentences a couple back.  better…?  he was talking about letting something out of your self and putting it to paper, for the world to read, knowing that there will be some kind of reactions that would make you squirm to think about how people felt about whatever it is you are sharing.  Follow?  Don’t worry, I barely got this ball rolling.  I was reading some earlier posts to this site, and I was reading them with a feeling of squirm, but I for sure wasn’t feeling any kind of future thought about those things when  was writing them.  Not like Chabon was describing when he was thinking about what i was like to write about having sex with one of his mothers friends when he was 15.  Would I have that same squirm if I admitted  it would be Cat, Rita, Then Becky in that order had I the same options as Chabon did?   I kind of like the numbness that sometimes comes from these words, don’t worry, it’s a good numb, a medicating one.  Other people medicate with far worse stuff.  I wonder if I should medicate more, or just keep it random.  I tried the forced daily writing time.  I actually think I should try that again.  See you in AM then.  Maybe I have better squirm possibilities in the morning.

I of course have the chorus to a Kanye song going on with this image.  This is in one of our famously grey painted buildings.  This is the color of choice for the “this building is vacant and most likely going to be torn down” type of building.  In the case of this building, I say burn this one to the ground, it was a former KFC/TACO BELL… (Ashland and Madison)  jobs lost and all, that sucks, but really… this food needs to be far from the hood.  I just had to shoot this…

Not sure who this artist is, but I love this shit.

A bright look for looking at dim looks, these kinds of things keep falling, they fall slowly out  of my head.  One thing that can fall forever is this sound of rain, its beat on the glass above is perfect.  A perfect soundtrack for the time.  It picks up tempo and drops again, but its a long song, a long steady rain.  I had some high hopes of photo bike riding today, you know…? getting out for a long off work kind of day, explore, shoot, explore, shoot.  Oh shoot, I was using shoot in that lame art kid way.  Nothing that serious for sure.  But the results can be the same.  What the fuck am I talking about? yeah, it’s about time you started asking yourself that.  I’m not really sure most of the time, but I like the sound of the clicking keys, and loose bit of freedom.  I like how the words appear on the screen before I really know what i’m really meant, the censor is off.  That’s always a bit of fun time.  This mirror in the image above is acrylic, and not any kind of plug for Apple.  They are doing fine without random shiny apples looking like some great apple thing.  Fuck em, though I did just get a white 1phone 4m…. I’m such a consumer ant like that.

Some words.

Fitonia, Pilea, Tillandsia, Sagina.

See Sagina…

Aside from the natural wonder of the word spinning, lets not forget to help in some way.  Thats on you to decide, small, large, easy, hard, all help is help.

Rock it.

Hello… is there anybody in there?  That Pink Floyd lyric is rattling around the day, well.. more like the second half of the day.  I feel perfectly fine, quite chipper even.  That haunt of a song is much deeper than I think I feel at the moment.  Nice sun today, even with a slight chill in the air outside right now, the sun of earlier felt summer.  That was some crazy out of order type of description just there, just then that is.  Words are feeling kind of funny right now, ha ha funny, not Faces Come Out Of The Rain, not like that, funny.  For those who feel good, I smile for you.  I feel good, I hope you smile for me.  I”m nowhere near comfortably numb.   But what a good grouping of words that is, Comfortably Numb.  Now I want to play drums.  I live in a building that is pretty chillastically nice, but I can’t play drums here.  Larry Thompson has given permission to borrow the drums, in the basement on Main St.  I’m not in a band, no working music thing, so I can’t really afford a space, fuck… the last time I was seriously feeling good about pounding out music was in the last space I was apart of.  That is pretty fucking sad.  I have been rockin some beats in my funny old sampler, and even been scratching to beats, for fun! That has been a while.  But I have not felt a huge bass sound, or drums plundering.  Oh well, for this particular evening, I will just put on some headphones and listen to some, oh..

A week ago the zipper broke on my dogs bed.  The inner pad kept potting out, I would stuff it back in, but it kept coming out.  One day, my dog Poppy who is almost 10 years old shredded the inner lining.  He is very good about not destroying stuff, and I think he did it while trying to adjust the pad, which I have seen him do lots of times.  I get home from work, and decide to toss the thing in the trash, and just let him get up on the couch, which he seeming likes to do, until I can get him a nice new bed.  he is a big one, so I have to buy a nice quality big dog bed.  Here is what is funny to me.  He seemed instantly sad about his bed being gone.  He sits on the couch, but only really when I call him up.  He now lays down on the entry way rug in the kitchen, very far from the main living quarters….. I’m looking at him right now, and he seems like he is saying “this bed sucks”.  It does, and now i’m fucking broke again.  Well, too broke to buy a 120$ dog bed.  It will be about another month before I can swing that.  So I get Poppy pout face, Great!  It’s more funny than tragic, and when he get a new bed, I think he will fully appreciate the couch time he was rocking.

I got the unlimited streaming and dvd deals from Netflix, I tore through the Wire, caught up on the backlog of Mad Men, but now i’m getting movies (DVD wise), and I can’t seem to sit down to watch them.  Not because I am busy, but because they don’t seem to interest me.  Funny.

just a thought as I look at It’s Kind Of A Funny Story sitting on my desk right now.