Late Work

I am hungrier than usual in this early afternoon, and will therefore consume untainted peanut butter and an apple ahead of its time. I am currently unsure how this ripple in the day's normal course of events may disrupt the path of our collective lives, so brace yourself. If, all of a sudden, your car breaks down on a large bridge with a tendancy to sway in the wind and if that breakdown causes you to miss a crucial job interview and that missed job interview results in your continued unemployment, which causes your husband/wife to no longer look at you as a pillar of strength and stability and instead you are now viewed as a worm a leach a burden and you can't stand it any more you just can't stand it but there's nothing you can do and you wake up one morning to find your husband/wife has become a note, a piece of paper on a pillow with "i'm sorry" written in a hurry and you are never the same again you age and turn grey alone, you keep a journal on those bedsheets you woke in and your house and health disintegrate until you are forgotten and inside. If that happens, blame the apple. If you find some cash today, you're welcome.

The Jazz/Metal Double Standard

Being the music snob that I am, I've been known to scoff at so-called jazz clubs that essentially function as amusement park rides. On a given night, you can go to one of these clubs and be transported back 90 years: the bartender is old and crotchety, there's velvet on the walls, the sea-scallop booths are overly puffy. The music sounds old, but the people playing aren't. This place and these people playing this music from the past are amazing recreationists, but that's all. There is not much difference in my mind between a jazz club like this and the Hall of Presidents at Disney World--you go in and it seems real. It seems like Abraham Lincoln standing there talking to you until to you stop and think for a second that its 2009, and Lincoln's dead and bop and swing have not been revolutionary musical genres for decades. They are robots recreating a time and place, a museum piece that neglects to mention all the changes since, an amusement park ride to the past. There is no acknowledgement of the present, of change, and it makes me scoff.

That said, I was out running around my neighborhood today, and my mp3 player shuffled to Mastadon. As my pace increased and my fists started jabbing the air along to the song, I realized a double standard I have created. Mastadon is (for at least 2 albums) my favorite modern metal band. And yet, I realized, they are really just recreationists as well. They sound like the bands I grew up listening to...in essence they are a pre-Black Album Metallica band in a Reload world. In a lot of ways, Mastadon fails to recognize the changes that have taken place in their genre, they are the presidents in Disney's Hall of Metal amusement.

Does this mean I'm going to stop listening to Mastadon? Nope. Nor will I start going to "jazz" clubs. I'm just sayin.

Painted New Daily Haiku

The sky driving home--
Sunmelt oozes through clouds like
grilled cheese goop dripping.

I Can't Change What I Don't Own.

This formidable stack will only grow.

Advanced Medspa Accepts Most Insurances.

Find this pen in your bag and take it out. It is MAGIC when you write. MAGIC--mysterious and complete! On paper it moves makes bodily fluids seems beautiful in arches and swoops. Find this pen in your bag and write this word: Indeterminate. At this moment, THIS moment now, right now...At this moment you are living and at this moment you are in flight.

All the words at once, all the words of this moment only make sense together. All the words at once, only read together will make sense. All the words at
once: Tyler
Perry notebook
out we
can do
it lit
book vocabulary
wall of
inspiration the
dream that
god has
given you
homework test
Monday support
agenda do
your best
exit route
these pants
can change
the world.

Six Good Albums of 2008 Haiku

WHY?-Alopecia
Over-listened to
in '08, so Anna says
to turn it off now.

A Silver Mt. Zion-13 Blues for Thirteen Moons
One million died to
make whining sound powerful
again. (Nice haircut.)

Kanye West-808s and Heartbreak
Every morning, I
wake up and make a Robo
Cop sound effect: Vreeet.

The Streets-Everything Is Borrowed
Philosophy and
ecology tips from a
Limey drug dealer.

High Places-s/t
I never realized
Indian people looked like
hipsters from Brooklyn

Sun Kil Moon-April
If Mark would turn the
vocals down and the solos
up, it would slay me.

Solicitation of Band Names

If you had a band, what would you call it? Here's the start of a list:

1. Stubble Field
2. Iraq Z
3. Thee Continental
4. Thee Three
5. Change Pants

Please add to this list with far better suggestions thank you.