One Of These Days

One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
And I'm gonna try
And thank them all
for the good times together
Though so apart we've grown

One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long

And I'm gonna thank
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock 'n' roll
I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go

One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long

From down in L.A.
All the way to Nashville
From New York City
To my Canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple
Some are weak, some are strong

One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long

One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long

- Neil Young

Camping Journal IV

(Key-Sea House July 5-7, 2009)

If you set it down for a minute I’m gonna burn that fucker.
Is that for all the brilliant things we say?
Brilliant’s a stretch.

I was using the binoculars to look at Sandy and Jeremy mostly.
Sandy’s ass?
It’s fine.
You wouldn’t really need binoculars though.

This isn’t gonna be a survival story.

Hey Sandy- what did you say that was funny five minutes ago?

Hope you like Yachats!

I have a long way to go before getting back at you for the big ass comment earlier.

I can’t believe I missed that ONE opportunity of hearing Andrew being an asshole.
It’s like Haley’s comet.

It’s somewhere between a cloud and rain.

Jake has a jump rope.
I’ve never seen his jump rope.

WOW. Things are getting nutty.

So... it turns out your mom does like me.

In only 3 more hours Ann and Carl will be here.
Just don’t think about it.

I like your hood.
Jeremy made a funny.
It’s so soft- have you guys touched it?

What’s up Jer-Bear?
That’s what my mom calls him!
Yeah, but I like it better when she says it.

I brought a slingshot- I want to see how far I can shoot a rock into the water.

Mosquitoes have some weird genitalia.

I’m unna shut up now.
Whatever.

No one’s looking except our wives.
We’re not going to be looking; we’re going to be busy.

I like you.
I like Sandy.
I like me.

Is that why you club baby seals?
Because they’re there. And dirty.

Marshalltown is like the unwashed sprouts of Iowa.

Don’t fuck with Leo.

Don’t accidentally shove your head in the fireplace.

Just use rubbing alcohol.
Just rub it and drink alcohol.

Carl the humping ghost.
Carl the extra-friendly ghost.

It’s a drippy cheater.
It’s a blabbermouth cheater.
Just give it a good yank.

She’s reference use only, Carl.
You have to leave her in the library.

ARE YOU PUTTING A BLANKET ON YOURSELF?!?!?!

I need to deliver some tea.

She went out to find “service.”
Because apparently I’m not doing my job.
What’s your job?
Oh that- I’m still waking up.

What lame thing are you going to write now?

There were these cheerleader mermaids with cheese pizza and beer offering handjobs.

Coffee and Jenga- the perfect storm.

Think outside the pepper.

That’s how Jesus plays Jenga.
Or yoda.

There’s a lot of love going on here this morning.
It’s making me sick.
I love Jer-Bear.
Jer-Bear’s Hair Care.

Carl, I’m going to shove this so far up your ass….
Yes! Sandy does want to do me!

Please refrain from shitting in the toaster.

I have flaccidity function.

It’s like a flamingo threw up in there.

Brokeback Devil’s Backbone

He left the house with nothing but assless chaps.
Are you sure he’s going fishing?
Stink bait.

Tell them about the time I raped you in the bedroom just now.

That’s Carl’s make-shift masturbatorium.
He’s playing solitaire.

There’s nothing funny about the truth.

Okay, are you ready for my vagina now?

I’ve got dominoes in my pants.

I’m sorry about your structure, Jeremy.

Bring me my lemming.

I don’t know; I’ve got a pain in my ass and I don’t know what it is.

I stepped in horse shit- what’s your excuse?

THE KEY-SEA HOUSE IS FOR LOVERS

Hard like me for your mom.

Jesus Christ Choir Boys

Iceburgs suck. Period.

Hey Ann wanna make a Sandywich?

It sucks like it blows- it is not a lolly hobby.

I’ll stick you with me.

I thoroughly enjoyed the time we had together- mostly when we were humping.

Okay see you next y….

What’s that? Oh, I thought I felt something.

You don’t have to try.

You got your lettuce, you got your hot shit.

Projectile shitting out of my head.

Who wants to play the part of the baby seal?
If it involves duct tape, bungee cord and carabiners I can do it.

Parabol/Parabola

So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now
Embracing you, this reality here
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful
Wide eyed and hopefully wild

We barely remember what came before this precious moment
Choosing to be here
Right now. Hold on, stay inside
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion

We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment
We are choosing to be here
Right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body, this body holding me, be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion

ALIVE!

This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body, this body holding me, be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion

Swirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
Chance to be… alive and breathing
Chance to be… alive and breathing

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember, we are eternal all this pain is an illusion

-Tool

Puppy Close-Up Wide-Angle Lens

Many people might not realize I can have a huge bleeding heart. I tend to show my frustration at my inability to help others rather than the source of that frustration. It seems I’m surrounded by all these wonderful people who have been helplessly beaten down by their environment. My instincts are to fight back against the bullies who have used, abused, manipulated, tortured and raped these people. Leaving the dead to bury the dead, I have sought to rally troops and engage combat.

We fight hardest against that which we hate the most about ourselves.

Perhaps all victims of bullying need is a shoulder to lie on. Or cry in. I can be that supportive, nurturing person too, it turns out. One shouldn’t expect precious china which has been violently shattered to pieces and smashed into the ground to fix itself. I often whine that life doesn’t play by my rules, but I can’t even begin to imagine what some people have been through. I feel incapable, incompetent and confused. Perhaps I don’t need to know anything. Perhaps it’s better to focus on reflecting the beauty and love which still exists in abundance despite the bullies’ best efforts instead of continual reminders of the atrocities that have been committed.

I don’t think we should ignore bullies and hope they’ll go away. At the same time, victims must be reminded that they aren’t to blame.

Fight Club

Fight Club is one of my favorite movies. Yesterday, I bought the book at a garage sale for fifty cents. I read it today in about as much time as it takes to watch the movie. My advice: don't bother. It is poorly written with little cohesion or substance. The movie succeeds in taking the best parts of the book and imroving upon it immensely. If this best seller is indicative of what is being written and read today, it is unsurprising that nobody reads anymore.

Woyzeck

Once upon a time there was a poor child who had no father and no mother. Everyone was dead. He had nobody in the whole world. And seeing there was nobody left on earth, he wanted to go to heaven. And the moon gave him a friendly wink. And when in the end he came to the moon, it was rotten wood. So he went to the sun. And when he came to the sun, it was a withered sunflower. And when he came to the stars, they were tiny golden insects (stuck in place), as though by a butcherbird on blackthorn. And when he wanted to come back to earth again the earth was on an upturned cook pot. And he was all alone, and he sat down and cried. And he is sitting there still, all on his own.

-from the film version of Woyzeck by János Szász