i am indisposed

This is my grandfather, John Henderson. He was a Navy Fighter pilot on an aircraft carrier in WW2. After his service he settled in Baton Rouge Louisiana with his wife Rosemary and raised the family which included my father, John. (more…)

it’s pretty incestuous here… -Kyle Kozar

So yesterday I was chilling with the RBP drinkin’ PBR and chatting with Kyle, Noah, Mike, Reid, and the gang. The above quote came from me asking questions about how they came together, got hooked up with the people they’re hooked up with. (more…)

This is what blogs are for.-M

It’s hard to say when it all began. Things grade into each other like biscuits rising on a pan that’s too small. Some adaptations aren’t nearly perfect. It may have started when I fell off the ladder.

But you could say that climbing the ladder was the beginning, or when my ladder left the factory with too few rivets securing the little rubber feet that are supposed to keep the whole thing from crashing down upon you. But that may have been years ago and continents away from the little patch of dirt in my yard toward which I was just beginning to fall.

I had climbed the ladder to remove the old semi attached and rusting antenna. There was nothing on the main channels anyway, and only the buzz and apparition of something, but probably nothing, on channel two, which never comes in that well anyway.
So I decided to get rid of it all more or less; take down the whole damn thing and rip off the wire that dangled down the roof line and poked in a cracked window. It was all an eyesore. What can you do? I could tell how it was going to end, that much was clear.
The bucket I was carrying was heavy and full of tools and tar. To keep them from hitting me when I landed I let them pull me down to the dirt where I’d be injured for sure. How bad was the only thing up in the air. But the antenna at least was gone. All the channels I could already tell were the same, only static and gray noise. Every color but one. The color of dirt and the smell of roofing tar.

-M

The place was spotless. A little dusty, but out there it’s hard to tell the dust from the air, if there is a difference. There was a box labeled Original Turkish Delight on the coffee table, and a bit of white powder beside it. The name meant something to me, but I couldn’t say what. There was an illustration of some kind of candy on the box representing, not in actual size, the boxes contents.

“I apologize for the mess,” the boy said after we had been inside a moment, but it seemed more of a formality rather than a sincere concern for appearances. (more…)

The dirt road crossed the wide valley for miles, and the boy stopped the truck right in the middle. As he set the brake and opened the door he watched something lying ahead of us in the dirt. He got out and left his cowboy hat where it was on the dashboard. He pulled a shovel from the bed which was littered with ropes, tools and containers all stuffed in the cracks and spaces with hay and dust. Still fixed on something in the road, he walked around to the front of the truck. I don’t know how the kid spotted it, but from the passenger side of the cab I could just make out that there was a rattlesnake stretched out in the middle of road. It was still morning and cool, and the way it was reposed there blocking our path looked to me like it was basking in the sun that only a few minutes before had risen over the mountains that contained the valley.

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Sometimes, something comes along and it isn’t immediately clear if it is coming or going, positive or negative, like a titration with an ambiguous endpoint. Once the liquid starts to change it is neither one nor the other until it has completely become something else at which point you’ve leaned something fundamental.

I’m not sure I feel the need to debate which is which, but it’s ambiguous art that will ultimately force us to examine our own circumstances.

With that, a video posted to The Holland Project’s blog:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iOw8LD7Igc]

-M

Saw the Transformers Yesterday. Got to say it was pretty impressive. The original cartoon movie never did anything for me. And I never cared that it was all a big scheme to get me to buy toys. I love toys. I love watching movies about toys.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bq1_6D9QS9Y]

Still, I don’t know where this clip came from, but if I’d have heard Optimus Prime drop an F-Bomb when I was ten it would have rocked my little candy coated world. Maybe this is Cocktimus Prime.

-M

Been reading a book I’d not read since that protracted series of surreal clusterfucks often referred to as high school. While I’ve no need or desire to relive the glory days, either real or imagined, original or borrowed, I have to say that some things are better after a little time has passed. I now have less spare time to read a chapter a day than I did in 10th grade, however, the quality of that hunched over half hour in the breakroom with a chicken breast on a fork and a book in my hand are quite a bit more comprehensive. With distractions right in front of me, rather than way out on the horizon I’m much more motivated and appreciative of a concise contrite bit of art.

The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music and the opera of voices pitches a key higher.

-M

I thought what happened in Vegas Stayed in Vegas? WTF did MS:NBC out this pathetic fuck? immoral? Wrong? Huh? Almost makes you wonder what people think about freedom these days. Is TBS Discriminatory against Jews cause of the pork?

On another note: This was my last beer until July. Rode to the end of the bike path in sparks then downtown and up to Virg/Sierra and down. Good ride on a fixie. Picked up this 22ouncer on the way home.

I’ve got the Tour de Nez and Fears, Tears and Beers this month to attend, participate and enjoy sans brews. I’m not too concerned about it.

-M