Blood and Muscle

Jack was thick between the ears but strong as an ox. He liked working out at the gym, looking at himself in the mirror and watching his muscles fill with blood and become larger before his eyes. It gave him a sense of relief, that perhaps he was made of more than fiction and air; that he was substantial and sure. His thoughts escaped him, what few he had. Then there was that nagging problem of paying the bills. So Jack had a job selling silverware at the department store. He wasn't very good at it, as you might guess. But mostly, women bought from him because he was good looking and could flirt better than any other salesperson in the department. Perhaps it was his lack of brains that gave him that ability. He didn't question his gift. He rarely questioned anything. Except why his mother had abandoned him with his grandparents and why at the age of 10 the priest had molested him. Those thoughts troubled him. So he worked out harder and harder, sweating more and more, making his brain fill with emptiness.

Topographical Thoughts

I always perceive the place I live as being flat, and yet it's not. I always perceive myself as being younger than I am, but I'm not. I always think that people will listen to reason, but I'm wrong. I do not detect the motion of the earth, but I do observe the changes in the environment that result. My dreams are often better than reality, but sometimes they are not. I'd rather wake up happy than sad. Today was a tough day. Maybe tomorrow will be better...

Power of Music

"I must be dreaming..."

Frou Frou

"gonna stand on a high building gonna scream against the sky..."

The Wisdom of Harry

"where there was never any mystery of who shot John F. Kennedy..."

The Postal Service

"no space for us to shake in here like this tune..."

Kings of Convenience

"everything you say and everything you do is true..."

Ultramarine

"religious men are lunatics..."

Wonderlick

mustang 1966 black fastback

Rollmottle

halcyon + on + on

Orbital

Perhaps somewhere between our synapses lie the answers...

listening to the quantum whisper

I find that all I want to do these days is play a few silly computer games or dream about Australia. Somehow, this notion of greener grass growing down under plagues my thoughts. I know it isn't realistic, but in this Aussie fantasy I wander beaches and go snorkeling in perfect peace. In truth, I live in a very beautiful, albeit wet, place: Beaverton, Oregon. The name belies the beauty. I had once vowed never to live in BEAVER-TOWN, but that's another inconsequential story. And really, composing this message, or spending time reading it, is just as inconsequential. Speaking of which, the other day in reply to my comment that everything seems so pointless, my wife responded with "that's the point." I found this funny, but she was being dead serious. Her premise is that until the New System we are engaged in pointless activity and that's the point. Logical, in a female sort of way. But downright funny if you ask me.