lullaby

January 21st, 2012
sticks and stones may break my bones
But I will always be true,
And when your mama is dead and gone,
I’ll sing this lullaby just for you
What becomes of all the little boys
Who never comb their hair
Theyre lined up around the block
On that nickel over there

the final places?

January 19th, 2012
What shall we use
To fill the empty spaces
Where we used to talk?
How shall I fill
The final places?
How should I complete the wall

my only guarantee

January 8th, 2012

Keep it coming
I’ve got your back
Do not fear
When I’m on deck
A bigger lie I’ve never told
A bigger story yet to unfold
My only guarantee: i will fuck you up
Another day
Of pure energy
What wears most
Is the constancy
A bigger job I’ve never had
A bigger burden I could not drag
My only guarantee: I will fuck you up
Strange how things
Come about
Will I ever know
How things turn out
A bigger wish I’ve never known
A bigger question I’m trying to hone
My only guarantee: I will fuck you up

I may know the word…

December 3rd, 2011
I may know the word
But not say it
I may know the truth
But not face
I may hear a sound
A whisper, sacred & profound
But turn my head
Indifferent
I may know the word
But not say it
I may love the fruit
But not taste it
I may know the way
To comfort & to soothe
A worried face
But fold my hands
Indifferent
If I’m on my knees
I’m begging now
If I’m on my knees
Groping in the dark
I’d be praying for deliverance
From the night into the day
But it’s all gray here
It’s all gray to me
I may know the word
But not say it
This may be the time
But I might waste it
This may be the hour
Something move me
Someone prove me wrong
Before night comes
With indifference
If I’m on my knees
I’m begging now
If I’m on my knees
Groping in the dark
I’d be praying for deliverance
From the night into the day
But it’s all gray here
But it’s all gray to me
I recognize the walls inside
I recognize them all
I’ve paced between them
Chasing demons down
Until they fall
In fitful sleep
Enough to keep their strength
Enough to crawl
Into my head
With tangled threads
They riddle me to solve
Again & again & again

wind

November 6th, 2011
Catherine liked high places
High up on the hills
A place for making noises
Noises like the Whales
Here she built a chapel with
Her image on the wall
A place where she could rest and
A place where she could wash
and listen to the wind blow
She dreamt of children’s voices
And torture on the wheel
Patron-Saint of nothing
A woman of the hills
She once was a lady
Of pleasure, and high-born
A lady of the city
But now she sits and moans
and listens to the wind blow
I see her in her chapel
High up on a hill
She must be so lonely
Oh Mother, can’t we give
A husband to our Catherine?
A handsome one, a dear
A rich one for the lady
Someone to listen with

zuruck…

November 1st, 2011
I wish I was a writer who sees what’s yet unseen
I wish i was a prayer expressing what I mean
I wish I was a forest of trees that do not hide
I wish I was a clearing no secrets left inside
komm zu mir
…zuruck
ich bin wegen dir hier
zum Gluck bleibt uns noch Zeit bis zur Ewigkeit
ein Stuck deines Daseins steckt in mir
und ich halt’ es so fest doch die Erinnerrung bringt mich um
weil es mich nicht los?
bitte bleib’ bei mir, verzeih’ mir
lasse es dich nicht zerst?
wir kommen frei hier
wenn wir nur auf die Liebe schweren
es gibt sonst nichts auf dieser Welt was uns zusammen?
ausser dern was du mir gibst wenn du mich liebst

I wish I was a writer who sees what’s yet unseenI wish i was a prayer expressing what I mean I wish I was a forest of trees that do not hide I wish I was a clearing no secrets left inside

…zuruck …

ich bin wegen dir hier

zum Gluck bleibt uns noch Zeit bis zur Ewigkeit, ein Stuck deines Daseins steckt in mir, und ich halt’ es so fest doch die Erinnerrung bringt mich um, weil es mich nicht los, bitte bleib’ bei mir, verzeih’ mir,  lasse es dich nicht zuersten, wir kommen frei hier, wenn wir nur auf die Liebe schweren, es gibt sonst nichts auf dieser Welt was uns zusammen, ausser dern was du mir gibst wenn du mich liebst

shiba inu love

September 1st, 2011
The Shiba Inu (柴犬?) is the smallest of the six original and distinct breeds of dog from Japan.
A small, agile dog that copes very well with mountainous terrain, the Shiba Inu was originally bred for hunting.  It is similar in appearance to the Akita, though much smaller in stature. It is one of the few ancient dog breeds still in existence in the world today

The Shiba Inu (柴犬?) is the smallest of the six original and distinct breeds of dog from Japan. A small, agile dog that copes very well with mountainous terrain, the Shiba Inu was originally bred for hunting.  It is similar in appearance to the Akita, though much smaller in stature. It is one of the few ancient dog breeds still in existence in the world today.

Shiba Inus are generally independent and intelligent dogs. Some owners struggle with obedience training, but as with many dogs, socialization at a young age can greatly affect temperament. Traits such as independence and intelligence are often associated with ancient dog breeds, such as the Shiba Inu. Shibas should always be on a leash, unless in a secured area, because of their strong prey drive.

A spirited boldness, a good nature, and an unaffected forthrightness, which together yield dignity and natural beauty. The Shiba has an independent nature and can be reserved toward strangers but is loyal and affectionate to those who earn his respect. They can be aggressive toward other dogs.

The terms “spirited boldness” (悍威 kan’i?), “good nature” (良性 ryōsei?), and “artlessness” (素朴 soboku?) have subtle interpretations that have been the subject of much commentary.

The Shiba is a fastidious breed and feels the need to maintain itself in a clean state. They can often be seen licking their paws and legs much like a cat. They generally go out of their way to keep their coats clean, yet thoroughly enjoy swimming and playing in puddles. Because of their fastidious and proud nature, Shiba puppies are easy to housebreak and in many cases will housebreak themselves. Having their owner simply place them outside after meal times and naps is generally enough to teach the Shiba the appropriate method of toileting.

A distinguishing characteristic of the breed is the so-called “shiba scream”. When sufficiently provoked or unhappy, the dog will produce a loud, high pitched scream. This can occur when attempting to handle the dog in a way that it deems unacceptable. The animal may also emit a very similar sound during periods of great joy, such as the return of the owner after an extended absence, or the arrival of a favored human guest.

run lola run

August 14th, 2011
I don’t believe in trouble
I don’t believe in pain
I don’t believe there’s nothing left
but running here again
I don’t believe in promise
I don’t believe in chance
I don’t believe you can resist
the things that make no sense
I don’t believe in silence
cos silence seems so slow
I don’t believe in energy
the tension is too low
I don’t believe in panic
I don’t believe in fear
I don’t believe in prophecies
so don’t waste any tears
I don’t believe reality would be
the way it should
But I believe in fantasy
the future’s understood
I don’t believe in history
I don’t believe in truth
I don’t believe that’s destiny
or someone to accuse
I believe, I believe!!!
I don’t believe in trouble
I don’t believe in pain
I don’t believe there’s nothing left
but running here again
I don’t believe in promise
I don’t believe in chance
I don’t believe you can resist
the things that make no sense
I don’t believe in silence
cos silence seems so slow
I don’t believe in energy
the tension is too low
I don’t believe in panic
I don’t believe in fear
I don’t believe in prophecies
so don’t waste any tears
I believe!!!
I want you to try, try
to needing to know why, why
No kidding, no sin, sin
No running, no win, win
I believe!!!
No angels, no girls, girls
No memories, no Gods, Gods
No rockets, no heat, heat
No chocolate, no sweet, sweet
I believe!!!
I want you to try, try
to needing to know why, why
No kidding, no sin, sin
No running, no win, win
No angels, no girls, girls
No memories, no Gods, Gods
No rockets, no heat, heat
No chocolate, no sweet, sweet
No feeling, no secrets…
The silence you feel…
which hides you from
the real…
I want you to try, try
needing to know why, why

I don’t believe in trouble I don’t believe in pain I don’t believe there’s nothing left but running here again
I don’t believe in promise I don’t believe in chance I don’t believe you can resist the things that make no sense
I don’t believe in silence cos silence seems so slow I don’t believe in energy the tension is too low
I don’t believe in panic I don’t believe in fear I don’t believe in prophecies so don’t waste any tears
I don’t believe reality would be the way it should But I believe in fantasy the future’s understood
I don’t believe in history I don’t believe in truth I don’t believe that’s destiny or someone to accuse
I believe, I believe!!!
I don’t believe in trouble I don’t believe in pain I don’t believe there’s nothing left but running here again
I don’t believe in promise I don’t believe in chance I don’t believe you can resist the things that make no sense
I don’t believe in silence cos silence seems so slow I don’t believe in energy the tension is too low
I don’t believe in panic I don’t believe in fear I don’t believe in prophecies so don’t waste any tears
I believe!!!
I want you to try, try to needing to know why, why No kidding, no sin, sin No running, no win, win I believe!!!
No angels, no girls, girls No memories, no Gods, Gods No rockets, no heat, heat No chocolate, no sweet, sweet I believe!!!
I want you to try, try to needing to know why, why No kidding, no sin, sin No running, no win, win No angels, no girls, girls No memories, no Gods, Gods No rockets, no heat, heat No chocolate, no sweet, sweet
No feeling, no secrets… The silence you feel… which hides you from the real… I want you to try, try needing to know why, why

summerland

August 1st, 2011
Let’s just drive your car, we could drive all day
Let’s just get the hell away from here
For I am sick again, just plain sick to death
Of the sound of my own voice
We could leave behind another wasted year
Get some cheap red wine and just go flying
We could do the things, all the things you wanted to
No one cares about us anyway
We could do the things, all the things you wanted to
No one cares about us anyway
I think I lost my smile, I think you lost yours too
We have lost the power to make each other laugh
Let’s just leave this place and go to Summerland
Just a name on the map sounds like Heaven to me
We could find a town, be just how we want to be
No one here really cares about us anyway
We could find a place make it what we want it to be
No one really gives a fuck about us anyway
We could live, live just like we want to live
No one here really cares about us anyway
We could be everything we want to be
We could get lost in the fall, glimmer sparkle and fade

skin

July 30th, 2011
Now as I begin to wash you off my skin
I’m gonna peel you away
‘Cause you’re not right within

Now as I begin to wash you off my skin
I’m gonna peel you away
‘Cause you’re not right within

heuristic

July 23rd, 2011

Heuristic ( /hjʉˈrɪstɨk/; or heuristics; Greek: “Εὑρίσκω”, “find” or “discover”) refers to experience-based techniques for problem solving, learning, and discovery. Heuristic methods are used to speed up the process of finding a satisfactory solution, where an exhaustive search is impractical. Examples of this method include using a “rule of thumb”, an educated guess, an intuitive judgment, or common sense.

In more precise terms, heuristics are strategies using readily accessible, though loosely applicable, information to control problem solving in human beings and machines….

mediation

July 1st, 2011

Mediation, as used in law, is a form of alternative dispute resolution (ADR), is a way of resolving disputes between two or more parties. A third party, the mediator, assists the parties to negotiate their own settlement (facilitative mediation). In some cases, mediators may express a view on what might be a fair or reasonable settlement, generally where all the parties agree that the mediator may do so (evaluative mediation).

Mediation has a structure, timetable and dynamics that “ordinary” negotiation lacks. The process is private and confidential. The presence of a mediator is the key distinguishing feature of the process. There may be no obligation to go to mediation, but in some cases, any settlement agreement signed by the parties to a dispute will be binding on them.

Mediators use various techniques to open, or improve, dialogue between disputants, aiming to help the parties reach an agreement (with concrete effects) on the disputed matter. Much depends on the mediator’s skill and training. The mediator must be wholly impartial. Disputants may use mediation in a variety of disputes, such as commercial, legal, diplomatic, workplace, community and family matters. A third-party representative may contract and mediate between (say) unions and corporations. When a workers’ union goes on strike, a dispute takes place, the parties may agree to a third party to settle a contract or agreement between the union and the corporation.

social D

June 26th, 2011

Ignorance is like a gun in hand

Reach out to the promised land

Your history books are full of lies

Media-blitz gonna dry your eyes

Have you ever been afraid

And felt society try to keep you down, I begin to watch things change

And see them turn around

goober grape

June 21st, 2011

Goober is a combination of peanut butter and jelly within a single jar and possibly the first such combination of its type.

It is sold in North America and is named after the North American slang name for the peanut. Goober is marketed towards children and was introduced in 1968 by The J.M. Smucker Company under the Smucker’s brand. It consists of alternating vertical stripes of peanut butter and either grape or strawberry flavored fruit preserves.

At least one “store brand” variant is available, sold by Kroger under their name, the Ralphs brand name and as Yipes! Stripes! under Kroger’s Disney Magic Selections label.

go go goober!

feed the pigs

June 20th, 2011

don’t forget to feed the pigs

if you can’t i will

dixie

June 16th, 2011

“Dixie”, also known as “I Wish I Was in Dixie”, “Dixie’s Land”, and other titles, is a popular American song. It is one of the most distinctively American musical products of the 19th century, and probably the best-known song to have come out of blackface minstrelsy. Although not a folk song at its creation, “Dixie” has since entered the American folk vernacular. The song likely cemented the word “Dixie” in the American vocabulary as a synonym for the Southern United States.

Most sources credit Ohio-born Daniel Decatur Emmett with the song’s composition; however many other people have claimed to have composed “Dixie”, even during Emmett’s lifetime. Compounding the problem of definitively establishing the song’s authorship are Emmett’s own confused accounts of its writing, and his tardiness in registering the song’s copyright. The latest challenge has come on behalf of the Snowden Family of Knox County, Ohio, who may have collaborated with Emmett to write “Dixie”.

The song originated in the blackface minstrel shows of the 1850s and quickly grew famous across the United States. Its lyrics, written in a comic, exaggerated version of African American Vernacular English, tell the story of a freed black slave pining for the plantation of his birth. During the American Civil War, “Dixie” was adopted as a de facto anthem of the Confederacy. New versions appeared at this time that more explicitly tied the song to the events of the Civil War. Since the advent of the North American Civil Rights Movement, many have identified the lyrics of the song with the iconography and ideology of the Old South. Today, “Dixie” is sometimes considered offensive, and its critics link the act of singing it to sympathy for the concept of slavery in the American South. Its supporters, on the other hand, view it as a legitimate aspect of Southern culture and heritage and the campaigns against it as political correctness. In fact, the song was a favorite of President Abraham Lincoln, who apparently saw no racism in it; he had it played at some of his political rallies and at the announcement of General Robert E. Lee’s surrender.

lincoln’s wallet

June 13th, 2011

The US Federal government finally revealed the inventory of Lincoln’s pockets on February 12, 1976. According to official documents, his silk-lined, leather wallet contained the following:

pencil

Confederate $5.00 bill

news clippings about unrest in the Confederate army, emancipation in Missouri, the Union party platform of 1864

article on the Presidency by John Bright

He was also carrying in his pockets two pairs of glasses, a chamois glass wipe, an ivory and silver pocket knife, a white handkerchief with A. Lincoln embroidered in red, and a gold quartz watch fob missing the watch.

cool and breezy

June 7th, 2011

In between love and trying to scheme love, Who can tell what we may find, Never thought love, not get caught love

Between the magic in your eyes, And loves like women, it’s cool and breezy

Never thought that love could be so easy, In between love and trying to scheme love

And in between love again, In between love and trying to scheme love, Who can tell what we may find

All this time love, I sublime love, To the feelings in my mind

Loves like women, it’s cool and breezy, Never thought that love could be so easy

In between love and trying to scheme love

And in between love again

- tom waits

Verschiebung

June 6th, 2011

In Freudian psychology, displacement (German Verschiebung, ‘shift’ or ‘move’) is an unconscious defense mechanism whereby the mind redirects affects from an object felt to be dangerous or unacceptable to an object felt to be safe or acceptable. The term originated with Sigmund Freud.

Displacement operates in the mind unconsciously and involves emotions, ideas, or wishes being transferred from their original object to a more acceptable substitute. It is most often used to allay anxiety; and can refer to the displacement of aggressive impulses or to the displacement of sexual impulses.

Brian Eyler, displacing

san andreas fault

June 4th, 2011

Go west, Paradise is there

You’ll have all that you can eat

Of milk & honey over there

You’ll be the brightest star

The world has ever seen

Sun-baked slender heroine

Of film & magazine

Go west, Paradise is there

You’ll have all that you can eat

Of milk & honey over there

You’ll be the brightest light

The world has ever seen

The dizzy height of a jet-set life

You could never dream

Your pale blue eyes

Strawberry hair

Lips so sweet

Skin so fair

Your future bright

Beyond compare

It’s rags to riches

Over there

San Andreas Fault

Moved its fingers

Through the ground

Earth divided

Plates collided

Such an awful sound

San Andreas Fault

Moved its fingers

Through the ground

Terra cotta shattered

And the walls came

Tumbling down

O, promised land

O, wicked ground

Build a dream

Tear it down

O, promised land

What a wicked ground

Build a dream

Watch it all fall down