Some Beautiful Weirdo

Beloved Space Travelers, I have done some thinking about romance. I think perhaps it will again happen to me someday. I wonder how?...

Someday, I'll hit some beautiful weirdo with my car.
It will break her arm.
She'll fall in love with me on the ride to the hospital.
I'll bring her flowers.
One day near after, she'll put a band-aid on my bumper,
with her phone number on it.

That's how it will happen.

Brush your teeth and keep your hearts warm. It's Spring! Go be alive!

I Fo Folemly Fwear

Don't Panic Space Travelers. This all makes sense in bizzaro earth were we all have mustaches.

I'm going backpacking in Santiago
Canada is a little town in Santiago
They only use sporks to eat
it's really dry there so
bring a towel
the game stadium in the heart of little Canada
Canada is of course the second largest city in Santiago
Did you know that most of our bread comes from Santiago?
I bet you know that if you eat pizza
Pizza is basically bread with ketchup on top and hot dogs
it's from Santiago's capital: Germany!
nope I'm sober as a printer
not a drop in me
I'm dry as the moon
top of my class in geography
I got a W in the class
Teacher's pet
I brought her a banana and put it on her desk
She'd drink down the banana and during recess
I'd pay on the tennis field
afterwards, it was juice time
so I got some milk and ate it
got home from school and laid down on the toilet
went fishing with my dad and caught a sparrow
he said that someday we'd go to Canada
and I might catch a seagull

Warning Space Travelers. When you learn something about the world that you thought was totally opposite about, it can make you loose your bearings.

All Is Not

Our Obligation: To forget fairness,
In war, in love, unless we: The victors.

Embarrassingly employing the most ironic of methods:
Mouthing and Muttering over and over what we know is false,
Ad nauseum, we purchase the pitiful lie we sell ourselves.

Never challenging the wise with the wisdom we aren't supposed to have.
Or want. Or care about. Be about.
Believe as I do, doing more than just accepting the convention: A duty.

Free to fashion the contrarian's clothes.
If you like the look, you can tailor them in time.
Dare to ignite and inspire some overdue discomfort,
Achieve amorous adoration for your audacity.

All was never fair in love and war.
Too many lost wars, lost lovers.
Yet, our response: recite the lie; repeat.
A chorus for cowards too afraid to just ask for what they deserve:

A whole world.
An ethical earth.

Be furious, we deserve it. Please, purge.
Mourn, but make sober self. Resolve.

It is the war we wage, unwillingly.
It is our love we labor, and loses its color in patience.
Help us, that our hurt is humanized, honored.

Fair in love and war, all is NOT
Error, an excuse from equity



Good evening Space Travelers. I was reading back in the blog, and realized I haven't been doing too much original writing lately. I was driving home from work today when it occurred to me how bullshit the old saying "all is fair in love and war" actually is. The author of such tripe I'm sure would find no difficulty in elaborating on the injustice they endure given the right war or given the wrong love. It seemed to me that the only reason we feed into this meme is that it insulates us from the greater challenge of compassion. We are not entitled shelter from the discomfort of seeing our fellow man dragged in loss.

This is not the way of the world I want for myself or you.

The Good Die Young.

Hello Space Travelers. I'm feeling pensive right now as I sit in my living room installing kubuntu onto my old machine.

We're told when we are young that our folly is that we think we are invincible.
For years, I simply nodded and agreed that we do "think" that.
It's only as I get older that I am challenged to look back and ask:
"What if we were?"

When are born we are shapeless and with infinite potential.
We love every face we see.
The sky is more blue when it's just magical,
before we learn about refracted light
or because mother says so.

As a child, no dream is too large.
Hours spent drawing the spaceships we'll explore the galaxy in was more than a good use of time
It was our occupation.

When they imply that we think we are invincible,
I know what they mean.
They mean to assert that we fail to grasp how fragile life is,
that bones break,
hearts skip a beat,
and fire burns.

What I'm saying is that there are far worse dangers in this world than injury or death.
And that while life is precious,
It's the not the vitals that define "being alive"

Something truly dies as we age.
We are born trusting and loving,
We learn to fear and hate.
There is always someone there to tell you that your dream is too big.
If when we are young, we think we are invincible,
then when we are old, we think we are weak.
If I have to pick one, I made my choice long ago.

Don't be eager to get old Space Travelers. You don't need someone else's permission to start being invincible today. Live and dream big. Love, and wear your heart on your sleeve if you goddamn please.

Take a chance. Take every chance if you must.
Do whatever it takes to make yourself free.

Anyone can get older on a birthday,
If you want to impress me,
grow young.

You are invincible, and I thought you should know it. You aren't weak, and damn anyone who would even allow you to think it.

Goodnight Space Travelers.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking, so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us it's in everyone, and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
~ Nelson Mandela

Chapter 8, Verse 4: Jack & Jill Went Up The Hill

Hello Space Travelers, like always I'm late with the news on the road trip. It seems mildly odd to some that I'm still keeping to this blog at all. Well in the good spirit of having the last word, I am going to finish the story before I graduate. The odd part will be that while the story of our young handsome hero has stayed the same the prologue has taken an interesting turn.The Washington area is littered with mountains, and by "littered" I mean there are two. Meghan and I decided to venture up a the mountain and have our own mini holiday. I'm kind of an "urbanite," but I found that being in the northwest made me want to exercise my tolerance for mountain air.

The trip was good, and so was the company. It seemed like we could go no higher, but the road seemed to continue forever. The long ride allowed us to have a close time without the interruption of cell phones or the Internet or friends or family or jobs or unemployment or school. We just drove until we ran out of road, and when we ran out of road, we stared down that great mountain, and watched as the clouds opened up and revealed its great mass. We returned to the car and coasted all the way down.

Jack and Jill went up the hill

to fetch a photo or two

Jill took a trip

and replaced her hip

They use to get a table for deux

but Jill found god

so Jack was odd

and now they're both singles moreover

no one's to blame

and they're not ashamed

just bored and lonely and sober

Happy new year space travelers. May 2008 be a year to remember. Remember, get your animals spayed or neutered.