so, i changed things up a bit, because mundane makes you insane, now I have some work to do, or some work has something to do with me
comments you say? my dear, my dear, all in due time
stay tuned...
Friday, January 28, 2005
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Why haven’t I written lately?
Hm. life, the world, injustice, inequality, racism, mockery, politics, religion, retaliation, confusion, malediction, ignorance, earthquakes, hate, tidal waves, crime, meteorites, hypocrites, entertainment, big business, bombs exploding, cigarettes, pornography, raped children, American dreams, total destruction, morally lacking, snow storms, rain drops, dying systems, troops abandon, laughing bullies, abortion clinics, death penalties, elected presidents, consumerism, bandwagons, abjuration, love is lacking…
She’s discombobulated.
Hm. life, the world, injustice, inequality, racism, mockery, politics, religion, retaliation, confusion, malediction, ignorance, earthquakes, hate, tidal waves, crime, meteorites, hypocrites, entertainment, big business, bombs exploding, cigarettes, pornography, raped children, American dreams, total destruction, morally lacking, snow storms, rain drops, dying systems, troops abandon, laughing bullies, abortion clinics, death penalties, elected presidents, consumerism, bandwagons, abjuration, love is lacking…
She’s discombobulated.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Monday, January 17, 2005
This article requires a full posting, not just a link, and all God’s people said, FUCK YOU AMERICA, we’s having a party...
Private Money to pay for $40 Million Inauguration
http://www.cnn.com/2005/ALLPOLITICS/01/13/inauguration.costs.ap/index.html
WASHINGTON (AP) -- It will take President Bush less than a minute to take the oath of office next Thursday, but before the inaugural events are over some $40 million may be spent on parades, parties and pyrotechnics.
That doesn't include the costs of the most intense security operation in inaugural history.
The amount spent on this year's festivities will rival the $40 million raised to celebrate Bush's first inauguration in 2001, and will exceed the $33 million spent by President Clinton in 1993 when Democrats returned to the White House for the first time in 12 years.
While the partying is being paid for privately, there have been some mutterings about the scale of the celebrations at a time of war and natural disaster.
Money for the celebratory activities is being raised by the Presidential Inaugural Committee, which as of the end of last week had received $18 million, much in six-figure donations from wealthy supporters and corporate sponsors.
Among the dozens of $250,000 donors are Home Depot, Bank of America Corp., Bristol-Myers Squibb and Ford Motor Co. Kevin Sheridan, a spokesman for the committee, said the fund-raisers were confident they would reach their goals. Sales of inaugural memorabilia, another source of revenue, have been even better than in 2001, he said.
The big donors are rewarded with a variety of inaugural packages, including meetings with political VIPs, tickets to the swearing-in ceremony and parade, and hard-to-get entry into the official inaugural balls and dinners.
The events begin Tuesday with a salute to the troops and a youth concert. On Wednesday there will be a celebration on the Ellipse, including a fireworks show, and three candlelight dinners.
On Thursday afternoon, after Bush takes the oath of office at the Capitol, some 11,000 people will take part in a parade from the Capitol down Pennsylvania Avenue, to the White House. That night there will be nine official balls.
Bleacher seats for the parade cost $15, $60 and $125 apiece, while a ticket to a ball -- with the exception of one ball for military personnel, which is free -- runs $150.
The office of the first lady said Laura Bush will personally pay for her outfits to inaugural events, which include gowns designed by Oscar de la Renta, Carolina Herrera and Peggy Jennings.
"Precedent suggests that inaugural festivities should be muted if not canceled -- in wartime," Rep. Anthony Weiner, D-New York wrote Bush on Tuesday.
Eight congressional Democrats from the Washington area on Wednesday wrote another letter to the president complaining of what they said was the unfair financial burden being imposed on the District of Columbia.
D.C. Mayor Anthony Williams has estimated it will cost the district $17.3 million to help pay for security at the first post-September 11 inauguration, which includes 6,000 law officers and 2,500 military personnel to guard the 250,000 people at the swearing-in and the half-million expected to line the parade route.
Williams, in a letter last month to Homeland Security Secretary Tom Ridge, said he can use $5.4 million from a fund for special events in the capital, but the other $11.9 million will have to come from the city's federal homeland security budget.
The expenses, Williams said, include $5.3 million in overtime costs for police officers and $2.9 million to cover logistics costs, such as transportation, lodging, box lunches, water and granola bars.
The Joint Congressional Committee on Inaugural Ceremonies, which is responsible for the swearing-in ceremony, has $1.25 million to handle various production costs, such as staffing and printing, as well as catering and flowers for the luncheon in the Capitol following the oath of office.
The Architect of the Capitol also has a budget of $2.8 million as part of a construction project to spruce up the West Front of the Capitol, where the ceremonies will take place.
Inauguration day, with its street closings and heightened security, will also be a holiday for federal workers in the Washington area. That, according to the Office of Personnel Management, costs taxpayers an estimated $66 million.
Private Money to pay for $40 Million Inauguration
http://www.cnn.com/2005/ALLPOLITICS/01/13/inauguration.costs.ap/index.html
WASHINGTON (AP) -- It will take President Bush less than a minute to take the oath of office next Thursday, but before the inaugural events are over some $40 million may be spent on parades, parties and pyrotechnics.
That doesn't include the costs of the most intense security operation in inaugural history.
The amount spent on this year's festivities will rival the $40 million raised to celebrate Bush's first inauguration in 2001, and will exceed the $33 million spent by President Clinton in 1993 when Democrats returned to the White House for the first time in 12 years.
While the partying is being paid for privately, there have been some mutterings about the scale of the celebrations at a time of war and natural disaster.
Money for the celebratory activities is being raised by the Presidential Inaugural Committee, which as of the end of last week had received $18 million, much in six-figure donations from wealthy supporters and corporate sponsors.
Among the dozens of $250,000 donors are Home Depot, Bank of America Corp., Bristol-Myers Squibb and Ford Motor Co. Kevin Sheridan, a spokesman for the committee, said the fund-raisers were confident they would reach their goals. Sales of inaugural memorabilia, another source of revenue, have been even better than in 2001, he said.
The big donors are rewarded with a variety of inaugural packages, including meetings with political VIPs, tickets to the swearing-in ceremony and parade, and hard-to-get entry into the official inaugural balls and dinners.
The events begin Tuesday with a salute to the troops and a youth concert. On Wednesday there will be a celebration on the Ellipse, including a fireworks show, and three candlelight dinners.
On Thursday afternoon, after Bush takes the oath of office at the Capitol, some 11,000 people will take part in a parade from the Capitol down Pennsylvania Avenue, to the White House. That night there will be nine official balls.
Bleacher seats for the parade cost $15, $60 and $125 apiece, while a ticket to a ball -- with the exception of one ball for military personnel, which is free -- runs $150.
The office of the first lady said Laura Bush will personally pay for her outfits to inaugural events, which include gowns designed by Oscar de la Renta, Carolina Herrera and Peggy Jennings.
"Precedent suggests that inaugural festivities should be muted if not canceled -- in wartime," Rep. Anthony Weiner, D-New York wrote Bush on Tuesday.
Eight congressional Democrats from the Washington area on Wednesday wrote another letter to the president complaining of what they said was the unfair financial burden being imposed on the District of Columbia.
D.C. Mayor Anthony Williams has estimated it will cost the district $17.3 million to help pay for security at the first post-September 11 inauguration, which includes 6,000 law officers and 2,500 military personnel to guard the 250,000 people at the swearing-in and the half-million expected to line the parade route.
Williams, in a letter last month to Homeland Security Secretary Tom Ridge, said he can use $5.4 million from a fund for special events in the capital, but the other $11.9 million will have to come from the city's federal homeland security budget.
The expenses, Williams said, include $5.3 million in overtime costs for police officers and $2.9 million to cover logistics costs, such as transportation, lodging, box lunches, water and granola bars.
The Joint Congressional Committee on Inaugural Ceremonies, which is responsible for the swearing-in ceremony, has $1.25 million to handle various production costs, such as staffing and printing, as well as catering and flowers for the luncheon in the Capitol following the oath of office.
The Architect of the Capitol also has a budget of $2.8 million as part of a construction project to spruce up the West Front of the Capitol, where the ceremonies will take place.
Inauguration day, with its street closings and heightened security, will also be a holiday for federal workers in the Washington area. That, according to the Office of Personnel Management, costs taxpayers an estimated $66 million.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Bastian: "Falkor, it's wonderful!" (looks around.) "Falkor, it's like the nothing never was." (They fly over Rockbiter, the Nighthop, and the little man. Bastian waves to them and Rockbiter waves back. They change their direction and suddenly below them is a great endless field, the Great Plains. Bastian looks down and sees Atreyu.)
-- Neverending Story
it's like the nothing never was
it's like the nothing never was
it's like the nothing never was
it's like the nothing never was
it's like the nothing never was
Hello Day…
-- Neverending Story
it's like the nothing never was
it's like the nothing never was
it's like the nothing never was
it's like the nothing never was
it's like the nothing never was
Hello Day…
Monday, January 10, 2005
just like that, it’s over before it began.
she’s finished.
because it only seems to bring her down
and it only feels like middle ground
and just like that her love unwound
she’s better than what he makes her feel.
it’s not about me
like pure-vanilla-sex (when butterscotch is always available)
…and that’s what she felt at that moment
she’s finished.
because it only seems to bring her down
and it only feels like middle ground
and just like that her love unwound
she’s better than what he makes her feel.
it’s not about me
like pure-vanilla-sex (when butterscotch is always available)
…and that’s what she felt at that moment
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Is anyone else just a bit worried about this whole Tsunami Relief collection program? I can’t help but think about how many dollars will be donated and used to stuff the wallets of the people in charge. Who’s keeping track of the organizations? Who’s keeping track of the money? It seems everyone has a link on their websites to help out… or maybe they are helping themselves.
Loss of Lives + Chaos + Money – Direction = Catastrophic
Money costs a lot of lives…
Loss of Lives + Chaos + Money – Direction = Catastrophic
Money costs a lot of lives…
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
This article requires a full posting, not just a link, and all God’s people said, FUCK YOU AMERICA, we’s having a party...
Private Money to pay for $40 Million Inauguration
http://www.cnn.com/2005/ALLPOLITICS/01/13/inauguration.costs.ap/index.html
WASHINGTON (AP) -- It will take President Bush less than a minute to take the oath of office next Thursday, but before the inaugural events are over some $40 million may be spent on parades, parties and pyrotechnics.
That doesn't include the costs of the most intense security operation in inaugural history.
The amount spent on this year's festivities will rival the $40 million raised to celebrate Bush's first inauguration in 2001, and will exceed the $33 million spent by President Clinton in 1993 when Democrats returned to the White House for the first time in 12 years.
While the partying is being paid for privately, there have been some mutterings about the scale of the celebrations at a time of war and natural disaster.
Money for the celebratory activities is being raised by the Presidential Inaugural Committee, which as of the end of last week had received $18 million, much in six-figure donations from wealthy supporters and corporate spons
Private Money to pay for $40 Million Inauguration
http://www.cnn.com/2005/ALLPOLITICS/01/13/inauguration.costs.ap/index.html
WASHINGTON (AP) -- It will take President Bush less than a minute to take the oath of office next Thursday, but before the inaugural events are over some $40 million may be spent on parades, parties and pyrotechnics.
That doesn't include the costs of the most intense security operation in inaugural history.
The amount spent on this year's festivities will rival the $40 million raised to celebrate Bush's first inauguration in 2001, and will exceed the $33 million spent by President Clinton in 1993 when Democrats returned to the White House for the first time in 12 years.
While the partying is being paid for privately, there have been some mutterings about the scale of the celebrations at a time of war and natural disaster.
Money for the celebratory activities is being raised by the Presidential Inaugural Committee, which as of the end of last week had received $18 million, much in six-figure donations from wealthy supporters and corporate spons
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
My heart goes out.
It’s not easy coming to grips with death and destruction and the wrath of Mother Nature. 100,000 people, families, villages, friends, lovers, enemies, dreamers, children, parents, generations, lives, destroyed.
And somehow it’s different this time, because the death toll is so high, and you can’t help to think about it, but what can you do, and what can you say. You mention it in conversation, as if remembrance of those struggling will help the missing and the ailing and the half-gone. For me it is a matter of deliberation.
I think about people all over the world, children weeping and diseased, in pain. Teenagers struggling to survive. Parents fearing for their offspring. Thousands of years of evolving and revolving, and still we can’t fight the common cold.
But WE can fight. And fight we do... everyday, we find a new reason to make war with another nation. Every second, someone is plotting against a country, or a race, or a religious group. We fight, in the name of Death, because Life is just too complicated.
Struggle.
But this one is man vs. nature. Don’t worry, man vs. man is coming soon.
So the next time you complain about your job, or that your morning coffee is too hot, or that the elevators take too long, or the waitress you have is too slow, or your parents don’t love you, or your friends don’t care about you, or your house is too small, or your money is not enough, or your girlfriend flirts too much. Think Death.
It looms like dishonesty.
Mein Kampf. What about yours?
It’s not easy coming to grips with death and destruction and the wrath of Mother Nature. 100,000 people, families, villages, friends, lovers, enemies, dreamers, children, parents, generations, lives, destroyed.
And somehow it’s different this time, because the death toll is so high, and you can’t help to think about it, but what can you do, and what can you say. You mention it in conversation, as if remembrance of those struggling will help the missing and the ailing and the half-gone. For me it is a matter of deliberation.
I think about people all over the world, children weeping and diseased, in pain. Teenagers struggling to survive. Parents fearing for their offspring. Thousands of years of evolving and revolving, and still we can’t fight the common cold.
But WE can fight. And fight we do... everyday, we find a new reason to make war with another nation. Every second, someone is plotting against a country, or a race, or a religious group. We fight, in the name of Death, because Life is just too complicated.
Struggle.
But this one is man vs. nature. Don’t worry, man vs. man is coming soon.
So the next time you complain about your job, or that your morning coffee is too hot, or that the elevators take too long, or the waitress you have is too slow, or your parents don’t love you, or your friends don’t care about you, or your house is too small, or your money is not enough, or your girlfriend flirts too much. Think Death.
It looms like dishonesty.
Mein Kampf. What about yours?
Monday, December 27, 2004
We spend our entire lives trying to become whole after the half-life that was taken through our childhood. We swear we will never return to whence we came, to the town that stole our livelihood, our dreams, our hopes, or what should have been our reality.
We make secret pacts to ourselves, never to return to our past, our awful pasts, and that we will not let all that has made us who we are haunt us. We are different.
You and I, we are not that small hick-town we were born in. Or that corner store we used to hang around, or that kid from down the block that would never do anything or be anyone or go anywhere.
I returned. But don’t you know who you are? Didn’t you always?
You are not your past, you may not even be your present, but you can be your future. So get past it. Life ends. And given the latest headlines, perhaps the end is closer than we assume:
Dollar hits new low versus euro
- The US dollar has continued its record-breaking slide and has tumbled to a new low against the euro.
Russia and China plan war games
- Russia and China - former Cold War foes - will hold an unprecedented military exercise in the second half of 2005.
Asia battles earthquake aftermath
- Many do not know if missing relatives are dead or alive. Survivors and rescuers are battling the devastation left by sea surges that wiped out entire communities, killing about 23,000 people.
'Artificial life' comes step closer
-Researchers at Rockefeller University in the US have made the first tentative steps towards creating a form of artificial life.
What’s it all about? You. Me. Love. Life. Forgiveness. Faith. Honor. Money. Individuality. Respect. Trusts. Death. Living. Giving. Trying. Buying. Sighing. Knowing. Showing. Growing. It’s all what you make of it.
So stop thinking you’ll be happy when you get “that” job, or have “that” much money, or when you find “that” someone. Because it’s not really where you’ve been, or what you're doing now, it’s where your going.
Well… have you bought your ticket yet?
We make secret pacts to ourselves, never to return to our past, our awful pasts, and that we will not let all that has made us who we are haunt us. We are different.
You and I, we are not that small hick-town we were born in. Or that corner store we used to hang around, or that kid from down the block that would never do anything or be anyone or go anywhere.
I returned. But don’t you know who you are? Didn’t you always?
You are not your past, you may not even be your present, but you can be your future. So get past it. Life ends. And given the latest headlines, perhaps the end is closer than we assume:
Dollar hits new low versus euro
- The US dollar has continued its record-breaking slide and has tumbled to a new low against the euro.
Russia and China plan war games
- Russia and China - former Cold War foes - will hold an unprecedented military exercise in the second half of 2005.
Asia battles earthquake aftermath
- Many do not know if missing relatives are dead or alive. Survivors and rescuers are battling the devastation left by sea surges that wiped out entire communities, killing about 23,000 people.
'Artificial life' comes step closer
-Researchers at Rockefeller University in the US have made the first tentative steps towards creating a form of artificial life.
What’s it all about? You. Me. Love. Life. Forgiveness. Faith. Honor. Money. Individuality. Respect. Trusts. Death. Living. Giving. Trying. Buying. Sighing. Knowing. Showing. Growing. It’s all what you make of it.
So stop thinking you’ll be happy when you get “that” job, or have “that” much money, or when you find “that” someone. Because it’s not really where you’ve been, or what you're doing now, it’s where your going.
Well… have you bought your ticket yet?
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Friday, December 17, 2004
Ode To Sleep
Let's just say that Alpha The Great has taken a break from her usual scandalous rendezvous' and had been retiring early.
Sleep: rejuvenate me
Sleep: recreate me
Sleep: dominate me
11 hour naps (she said) and still she's late to work.
Docile dreams of hanging Life's laundry (she thought).
Acquiescent being of non-destruction (she whispered).
The conjugation of Remiss and Hebetude
Well rested.
But alas, the weekend beckons…
Let's just say that Alpha The Great has taken a break from her usual scandalous rendezvous' and had been retiring early.
Sleep: rejuvenate me
Sleep: recreate me
Sleep: dominate me
11 hour naps (she said) and still she's late to work.
Docile dreams of hanging Life's laundry (she thought).
Acquiescent being of non-destruction (she whispered).
The conjugation of Remiss and Hebetude
Well rested.
But alas, the weekend beckons…
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
I slept.
And it was the slumber that most only dream about.
12 hours, locked in the chambers of my mind escape
this is what she came up with:
A sitcom about something, instead of nothing
A movie about everything, instead of one thing
A conflict
What sells?
What cells…turn a profit?
Dissidence meets with Rivalry, they get divorced and have a stepchild, and Discord gets a front seat view.
25 years on earth, and you're no millionaire. Maybe that's just not where your aortic valve leads.
You should have a house
You should have a job
You should have a life
You should have a marriage
You should have a…
Or maybe, I'm just happy with a good cup of coffee.
I'm a producer, and a conducer and a inducer.
Watch me writhe (I need an outlet)
Because I'm not where you want me to be, and I'm not where my life can be seen, and I'm not part of the celebrity scene. Or maybe you should just listen to silence (golden).
I'm ready. So don't disburden your truckload of worriment my way (I'm no one)
So put that in your bevy of nonchalance, and tell me another song.
P.S. She's…not who you want her to be (go figure).
And it was the slumber that most only dream about.
12 hours, locked in the chambers of my mind escape
this is what she came up with:
A sitcom about something, instead of nothing
A movie about everything, instead of one thing
A conflict
What sells?
What cells…turn a profit?
Dissidence meets with Rivalry, they get divorced and have a stepchild, and Discord gets a front seat view.
25 years on earth, and you're no millionaire. Maybe that's just not where your aortic valve leads.
You should have a house
You should have a job
You should have a life
You should have a marriage
You should have a…
Or maybe, I'm just happy with a good cup of coffee.
I'm a producer, and a conducer and a inducer.
Watch me writhe (I need an outlet)
Because I'm not where you want me to be, and I'm not where my life can be seen, and I'm not part of the celebrity scene. Or maybe you should just listen to silence (golden).
I'm ready. So don't disburden your truckload of worriment my way (I'm no one)
So put that in your bevy of nonchalance, and tell me another song.
P.S. She's…not who you want her to be (go figure).
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
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There, that's better.
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There, that's better.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
It bothers me.
New York was the city I both loved and loathed equally. Los Angeles is the city that I neither love or loathe similarly.
Let me begin by stating, life is less than short. I feel like this particular Blog is going to focus more on you, instead of me. I see it everyday. Mundane has taken control of the lives that inhabit this earth.
Don't you know that your time here is short? Live it. Fall in love, then fall on your face. Break hearts. Be broken. Skydive. Go up to that boy you've been dreaming about. Give that girl from the coffee shop down the street a flower. Apply to that job that you know you could do better than anyone else.
What do you have to lose? I'll tell you… TIME. Your wasting time with every breath you take. POOF (it's over), and your still complaining about your boss. Tell him to shove his grandesoylatte up his ass, AND LIVE.
Is it about money? Maybe for you it is, or maybe it's about people, or maybe it's just about life. Whatever it is about for you, MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Get married. Have kids. Go horseback riding. Climb the Great Wall. Get divorced. Swim with dolphins. Take your kids to breakfast. Fly to the moon. Write your poem to the world.
LIVE. LIVE I SAY!
Yes, there will be pain. Yes, people you love will come and go out of your life. Yes, you may fail 30 times before you succeed. But, alas… to try is better than to die.
And let's face it. We all die.
So stop watching the Airbrushed-ThinnnerThanYou-BotoxLips-DroppedOutOfHighschool-RunOfTheMill-CousinToSomeBigShotProducer who just got the role you wanted, and give it another go round.
P.S. Your Life just called, bring home some flowers.
Hm. And don't forget to send me a postcard.
New York was the city I both loved and loathed equally. Los Angeles is the city that I neither love or loathe similarly.
Let me begin by stating, life is less than short. I feel like this particular Blog is going to focus more on you, instead of me. I see it everyday. Mundane has taken control of the lives that inhabit this earth.
Don't you know that your time here is short? Live it. Fall in love, then fall on your face. Break hearts. Be broken. Skydive. Go up to that boy you've been dreaming about. Give that girl from the coffee shop down the street a flower. Apply to that job that you know you could do better than anyone else.
What do you have to lose? I'll tell you… TIME. Your wasting time with every breath you take. POOF (it's over), and your still complaining about your boss. Tell him to shove his grandesoylatte up his ass, AND LIVE.
Is it about money? Maybe for you it is, or maybe it's about people, or maybe it's just about life. Whatever it is about for you, MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Get married. Have kids. Go horseback riding. Climb the Great Wall. Get divorced. Swim with dolphins. Take your kids to breakfast. Fly to the moon. Write your poem to the world.
LIVE. LIVE I SAY!
Yes, there will be pain. Yes, people you love will come and go out of your life. Yes, you may fail 30 times before you succeed. But, alas… to try is better than to die.
And let's face it. We all die.
So stop watching the Airbrushed-ThinnnerThanYou-BotoxLips-DroppedOutOfHighschool-RunOfTheMill-CousinToSomeBigShotProducer who just got the role you wanted, and give it another go round.
P.S. Your Life just called, bring home some flowers.
Hm. And don't forget to send me a postcard.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Surprise, Surprise. Our humble narrator returns from the abyss. It's been a while, but that's because she's resting (or was it restless?)
The holidays abound, and let's not lose focus. Whether your nucleus is a fat man plummeting down your chimney, or a devout man hanging on your cross, now's the time to make change (CARBON COPY: Male Dominated Society, BLIND CARBON COPY: Veil Dominated Society)
Not in my world… AlphaFemale prevails.
And by change I mean be a mover/shaker.
She left, you know. To escape the hustle and bustle that is New York (fetus of self-expression), she made her escape route.
What did she find, you ask?
Transform me. Adorn me. Scorn me.
But don't take away my canvas.
So, Muse just bought a new star, and Alpha The Great is drinking at the fountain… give them some time, they're daring.
And who are you today?
The holidays abound, and let's not lose focus. Whether your nucleus is a fat man plummeting down your chimney, or a devout man hanging on your cross, now's the time to make change (CARBON COPY: Male Dominated Society, BLIND CARBON COPY: Veil Dominated Society)
Not in my world… AlphaFemale prevails.
And by change I mean be a mover/shaker.
She left, you know. To escape the hustle and bustle that is New York (fetus of self-expression), she made her escape route.
What did she find, you ask?
Transform me. Adorn me. Scorn me.
But don't take away my canvas.
So, Muse just bought a new star, and Alpha The Great is drinking at the fountain… give them some time, they're daring.
And who are you today?
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Day of days
Time’s repent
I sauntered about
The hour was unbent
Traveled afar
The world took me back
Tried to unwind
But the life-trains off track.
Moved over a mountain
Or a rainbow moved me
Could have swallowed life whole
But I’d choke on the sea
Held my dreams
‘Cause Muse couldn’t get out
Gave my money to the gods
So they’d figure it out
Left my home for a vision
Followed existence down the cracks
Now my souls leading
And there’s no turning back.
Thought the sun was shining
But paint covered the walls
Thinking about seasons
Walking around Fall
Been told what I’m saying
Tried given in to words
But the only thing it bought me
Was Idiosyncrasies, Absurd.
But alas… she finds another escape route (find her)
Time’s repent
I sauntered about
The hour was unbent
Traveled afar
The world took me back
Tried to unwind
But the life-trains off track.
Moved over a mountain
Or a rainbow moved me
Could have swallowed life whole
But I’d choke on the sea
Held my dreams
‘Cause Muse couldn’t get out
Gave my money to the gods
So they’d figure it out
Left my home for a vision
Followed existence down the cracks
Now my souls leading
And there’s no turning back.
Thought the sun was shining
But paint covered the walls
Thinking about seasons
Walking around Fall
Been told what I’m saying
Tried given in to words
But the only thing it bought me
Was Idiosyncrasies, Absurd.
But alas… she finds another escape route (find her)
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Today, in Century City, CA (where I work) there was a power outage (um, NY Blackout… the comeback?), therefore my building did not have power until 11am. What does that mean? It means you have a bunch of worker bees buzzing about, complaining about the long line downstairs for coffee, because that was the only coffee machine that appeared to be working. What else does that mean? It means Alpha The Great got a chance to ponder, and ponder she did. I began to handwrite a list (no, not my Christmas wish list) of questions that pertain to existence.
Now, it’s not like I am the first mover or shaker with the questions on this list, scholars, philosophers and the like have debated the questions I present for quite some time. I was merely creating the list so that the next time I enter into a relationship (a friendship, an acquaintance, or even a deliciously lovely committed love affair), that I should know the other person’s standpoint on these particular questions. The lights came back on before I could even begin to finish the list, and I will definitely brainstorm some more questions as the week’s progress, but here’s my starting point. So, if you consider yourself my best friend, acquaintance, or whatever… next time you see me, let’s discuss. Or even better, tell me the questions that are on your mind, because isn’t that what life is about: People and their actions, in pursuit of happiness, within this unpredictable things we call existence…(I don’t know, is that what life is about? You tell me)...
What is life? Is it individual or holistic? Is there one definition, or can you make of it whatever you want it to be?
Why are “we” here? Why are “you” here? Is that the same question?
What is religion? What is belief? Can you have faith without religion or belief?
Who are you without your “god”?
What religious argument is most convincing (Christianity, Judaism, Muslim, etc.)?
What would people say about you in your eulogy today?
What do you wish they would say about you in your eulogy if you live 50 more years?
What is family? Is family necessary?
What is success? Is there such a thing? Once you obtain it, don’t you set more goals, so therefore can success ever be obtained?
Animals: Food, Friend, or Both?
What is love? Is there such a thing as unconditional love? Can you love more than one person (as in relationship love)?
Are we our jobs? Are we the money we make?
Is democracy the best form of government? Should it be embraced by all countries, or is it better to have diversity in various countries?
Are looks everything?
Thousands of product choices: good thing or bad thing?
Should morality/ethics be taught in grade school? Whose ethical code or morals should be taught?
So that’s about as far as I got before the building god’s said, “let there be light”. This is just surface level stuff before I bring out the heavy artillery. We didn't even begin to delve into this thing we call Alpha's Mind. Stay tuned...
Now, it’s not like I am the first mover or shaker with the questions on this list, scholars, philosophers and the like have debated the questions I present for quite some time. I was merely creating the list so that the next time I enter into a relationship (a friendship, an acquaintance, or even a deliciously lovely committed love affair), that I should know the other person’s standpoint on these particular questions. The lights came back on before I could even begin to finish the list, and I will definitely brainstorm some more questions as the week’s progress, but here’s my starting point. So, if you consider yourself my best friend, acquaintance, or whatever… next time you see me, let’s discuss. Or even better, tell me the questions that are on your mind, because isn’t that what life is about: People and their actions, in pursuit of happiness, within this unpredictable things we call existence…(I don’t know, is that what life is about? You tell me)...
What is life? Is it individual or holistic? Is there one definition, or can you make of it whatever you want it to be?
Why are “we” here? Why are “you” here? Is that the same question?
What is religion? What is belief? Can you have faith without religion or belief?
Who are you without your “god”?
What religious argument is most convincing (Christianity, Judaism, Muslim, etc.)?
What would people say about you in your eulogy today?
What do you wish they would say about you in your eulogy if you live 50 more years?
What is family? Is family necessary?
What is success? Is there such a thing? Once you obtain it, don’t you set more goals, so therefore can success ever be obtained?
Animals: Food, Friend, or Both?
What is love? Is there such a thing as unconditional love? Can you love more than one person (as in relationship love)?
Are we our jobs? Are we the money we make?
Is democracy the best form of government? Should it be embraced by all countries, or is it better to have diversity in various countries?
Are looks everything?
Thousands of product choices: good thing or bad thing?
Should morality/ethics be taught in grade school? Whose ethical code or morals should be taught?
So that’s about as far as I got before the building god’s said, “let there be light”. This is just surface level stuff before I bring out the heavy artillery. We didn't even begin to delve into this thing we call Alpha's Mind. Stay tuned...
Monday, November 29, 2004
Someone stole Muse’s pillow
She dreamt.
But she didn’t have to dream, because her escape was lying next to her.
She slept.
And Restless bought a new pair of slippers.
She thought.
A little bit of like is lovelier than a lot of love, unrequited.
She fell.
But perhaps she doesn’t want to get picked up, this time.
He’ll meditate on that one, you know, and sometimes a ditty is worth a thousand ponders.
She can’t get enough of…
He’s watching.
She never could keep a secret (fallible)
She’s twisted.
Or…maybe…he…just…makes…her…smile.
She dreamt.
But she didn’t have to dream, because her escape was lying next to her.
She slept.
And Restless bought a new pair of slippers.
She thought.
A little bit of like is lovelier than a lot of love, unrequited.
She fell.
But perhaps she doesn’t want to get picked up, this time.
He’ll meditate on that one, you know, and sometimes a ditty is worth a thousand ponders.
She can’t get enough of…
He’s watching.
She never could keep a secret (fallible)
She’s twisted.
Or…maybe…he…just…makes…her…smile.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Far be it from me to copy the likes of Britney Spears, but alas, I am digging in the archives for my “Best Of Alpha The Great” montage. Today, I’ll bring back an oldie but goodie from the Archives De’ Alpha The Great. This ditty is among my favorites… but don’t go thinking Muse is out to lunch or anything, she’s right here. It’s just that, this morning has been a lot more than pleasant, a bit less than extraordinary, and just about lovely.
Why you ask?
Hm, it seems the stars are in alignment today, and the gods have blessed me with bliss. No particular reason. Maybe it was Mr. Sun licking my eyelids, or perhaps the fact that traffic seems much more pleasurable when Janis Joplin is whispering in your ear. Or maybe, this is how it should be… bliss, for no apparent reason.
So, I’m taking you Back, because Front just got another gig. Even more apropos is the fact that this was birthed last November (who said life wasn’t cyclical?):
And then they danced...
Because sometimes their mood was blue in hue
And sometimes the gray was used in lieu
And always they seemed to have a muse
Even when it rained.
They felt like crimson
Or maybe brown
As their feet floated
Across the ground.
Lovely.
But they didn't know how
And they didn't know why
But they decided to dance
Instead of to cry.
posted by Alpha The Great : 11:02 PM Saturday, November 08, 2003
Why you ask?
Hm, it seems the stars are in alignment today, and the gods have blessed me with bliss. No particular reason. Maybe it was Mr. Sun licking my eyelids, or perhaps the fact that traffic seems much more pleasurable when Janis Joplin is whispering in your ear. Or maybe, this is how it should be… bliss, for no apparent reason.
So, I’m taking you Back, because Front just got another gig. Even more apropos is the fact that this was birthed last November (who said life wasn’t cyclical?):
And then they danced...
Because sometimes their mood was blue in hue
And sometimes the gray was used in lieu
And always they seemed to have a muse
Even when it rained.
They felt like crimson
Or maybe brown
As their feet floated
Across the ground.
Lovely.
But they didn't know how
And they didn't know why
But they decided to dance
Instead of to cry.
posted by Alpha The Great : 11:02 PM Saturday, November 08, 2003
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Inner monologue of a cornflake:
2.3: “You’re fortunate, you know. I mean, you were born ‘you’ and not someone else. See that guy over there begging for your food scraps? That could have been you.”
Half Past Nine: “So maybe I had a bad day.”
2.3: “See that girl on the screen screaming while bombs go off in her back yard? That could have been you.”
Half Past Nine: “And maybe the week hasn’t been going so well.”
2.3: It’s just that, we take it, ya know. Life, that is. And we complain about what we don’t have, and what we do have, and what we should have. But it only gets better when you realize who we are.”
Half Past Nine: “But what’s the point…”
2.3: “Question mark.”
…because sometimes life doesn’t make cents.
Monday, November 22, 2004
For my next number, I will be chanting a guttural solo from the bowels of my mindscape...
LA LA Land:
Hm. Here in the world of stars, everyone is dumb. And by dumb I mean “not smart”. (SEE ALSO: Ignorant; CARBON COPY: Unapprised) It appears the majority of people should own stock in chapstick, because all they do is kiss asses all day. Here, just might be, the Ass-Kissing Capital of the world (get your license plates today!). Leave it to me to generalize a whole population (can we say, BIASED?), but methinks I might have hit the nail on the head (insert old-school adage here).
New York (abdomen of coolness), I don’t miss your weather, or your snobbery. But I do miss the “realness” of your personality. You are genuine (most times). You feed me mentally, you keep me grounded, and you excite my being.
California (Fingertip of Feign, Pancreas of Unreality), it’s hard to have a bad day when the sun is shining on your should blades. I can get past your nepotism and your egotism, as long as you continue to entertain me. And by entertain, I mean: show me another story. Muse really likes it out here, the boys, the nightlife, the… always something to watch-ed-ness of it all. Alpha The Great is indifferent. It’s not home, maybe that’s why it tastes so sweet. But where is home? Hm… I’ll let you know when I get there.
So where’s this all going. I don’t know, Muse is taking a lunch break, and Alpha The Great is on vacation. Stick around for the punch line (because the soda fountain just got crowded).
LA LA Land:
Hm. Here in the world of stars, everyone is dumb. And by dumb I mean “not smart”. (SEE ALSO: Ignorant; CARBON COPY: Unapprised) It appears the majority of people should own stock in chapstick, because all they do is kiss asses all day. Here, just might be, the Ass-Kissing Capital of the world (get your license plates today!). Leave it to me to generalize a whole population (can we say, BIASED?), but methinks I might have hit the nail on the head (insert old-school adage here).
New York (abdomen of coolness), I don’t miss your weather, or your snobbery. But I do miss the “realness” of your personality. You are genuine (most times). You feed me mentally, you keep me grounded, and you excite my being.
California (Fingertip of Feign, Pancreas of Unreality), it’s hard to have a bad day when the sun is shining on your should blades. I can get past your nepotism and your egotism, as long as you continue to entertain me. And by entertain, I mean: show me another story. Muse really likes it out here, the boys, the nightlife, the… always something to watch-ed-ness of it all. Alpha The Great is indifferent. It’s not home, maybe that’s why it tastes so sweet. But where is home? Hm… I’ll let you know when I get there.
So where’s this all going. I don’t know, Muse is taking a lunch break, and Alpha The Great is on vacation. Stick around for the punch line (because the soda fountain just got crowded).
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Dearest Alpha The Great,
This is the last time I let you run me ragged. You boss me around, pushing me to my utmost limits. You use and abuse me. You do not let me replenish when I need it. You make me run on empty. You gave me less than 2 hours of rest last night. You ate chocolate candy all day, instead of nourishing me with substance. You filled me up with caffeine and stimulants. You don’t let me exercise. FUCK YOU, ALPHA THE GREAT.
Love,
Your Body
This is the last time I let you run me ragged. You boss me around, pushing me to my utmost limits. You use and abuse me. You do not let me replenish when I need it. You make me run on empty. You gave me less than 2 hours of rest last night. You ate chocolate candy all day, instead of nourishing me with substance. You filled me up with caffeine and stimulants. You don’t let me exercise. FUCK YOU, ALPHA THE GREAT.
Love,
Your Body
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
That kiss.
The moment you put it on paper, it’s gone.
The second you describe it to your friends, it dies.
The minute you sing it in your car, it expires.
That touch.
Try to remember its path.
Try to retain its emotion.
Try to preserve its energy.
That look.
He’s peering right through you.
He’s viewing your every move.
He’s seeing everything that you do.
Intimate portraits of you, displayed in the lens of his mind, or at least that is what you hope.
And maybe, this time, it is about you, instead of me…
The moment you put it on paper, it’s gone.
The second you describe it to your friends, it dies.
The minute you sing it in your car, it expires.
That touch.
Try to remember its path.
Try to retain its emotion.
Try to preserve its energy.
That look.
He’s peering right through you.
He’s viewing your every move.
He’s seeing everything that you do.
Intimate portraits of you, displayed in the lens of his mind, or at least that is what you hope.
And maybe, this time, it is about you, instead of me…
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Friday, November 12, 2004
My reflection in the mirror scared me. Who is that haggard looking individual staring back so gauntly? Sleep Deprivation is a female dog named, Bitch. Sunken eyes, like treasure chests. Slumber (it haunts me)
Eyes of glaze
Mind of haze
Soul of craze
Exhausted. Likethatoldmufflerthatusedtoshootsparks.
So maybe she’s not cut out for this party lifestyle anymore (she’s dancing)
But the nightlife beckons…
Mind of haze
Soul of craze
Exhausted. Likethatoldmufflerthatusedtoshootsparks.
So maybe she’s not cut out for this party lifestyle anymore (she’s dancing)
But the nightlife beckons…
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Don’t get me wrong, I love porn as much as the next gal (ahem)… but, watching porn with co-workers? Perhaps that was a little awkward.
So I am temping at 20th Century Fox (an amazing company, I might add), and they have screenings every Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday of movies currently in theatres and classics from the Fox vault.
Motorcycle Diaries , Wimbledon , Sideways
all amongst the movies I have had the pleasure of viewing for free. But last night, I must say, I was rather shocked. They were showing the movie A Dirty Shame and let’s face it, I’m pretty darn liberal, but this movie made me want to take a shower to cleanse my soul of the filth I viewed.
-Naked ugly fat people, doing the nasty on the street
-The prolonged use of the word sexin’
-Crooked yellow teeth (um, yeah, that is what disturbed me most)
-A man getting off from defecating
-Really bad acting
-Semen spewing onto the camera lens
-Big hairy gay men rubbing up on each other
-A man jacking off while eating a used tissue
SEE ALSO: Syphilis
CARBON COPY: Gonorrhea
BLIND CARBON COPY: HIV
Perhaps in the confines of my own home, such a movie would not have warranted a second thought (as I most likely would have turned it off after the painfully ruinous opening which contained the worst acting I’ve seen since the Bush/Kerry debate). But I was trapped. Fox employees surrounded me as I sat by myself watching the utter debauchery unfold.
I laughed.
More so because I couldn’t help but think how desperate the actors/actresses must have been to agree to such an obtuse tale.
… and suddenly, she felt like Shakespeare’s crumpled up condom wrapper.
So I am temping at 20th Century Fox (an amazing company, I might add), and they have screenings every Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday of movies currently in theatres and classics from the Fox vault.
Motorcycle Diaries , Wimbledon , Sideways
all amongst the movies I have had the pleasure of viewing for free. But last night, I must say, I was rather shocked. They were showing the movie A Dirty Shame and let’s face it, I’m pretty darn liberal, but this movie made me want to take a shower to cleanse my soul of the filth I viewed.
-Naked ugly fat people, doing the nasty on the street
-The prolonged use of the word sexin’
-Crooked yellow teeth (um, yeah, that is what disturbed me most)
-A man getting off from defecating
-Really bad acting
-Semen spewing onto the camera lens
-Big hairy gay men rubbing up on each other
-A man jacking off while eating a used tissue
SEE ALSO: Syphilis
CARBON COPY: Gonorrhea
BLIND CARBON COPY: HIV
Perhaps in the confines of my own home, such a movie would not have warranted a second thought (as I most likely would have turned it off after the painfully ruinous opening which contained the worst acting I’ve seen since the Bush/Kerry debate). But I was trapped. Fox employees surrounded me as I sat by myself watching the utter debauchery unfold.
I laughed.
More so because I couldn’t help but think how desperate the actors/actresses must have been to agree to such an obtuse tale.
… and suddenly, she felt like Shakespeare’s crumpled up condom wrapper.
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