A Love Affair Sans Disappointment

At least I have the Sox to keep me happy! Yes, I live in Seattle and, yes, I also root for the Mariners, but they suck and have a much shorter history and less rich tradition. Okay, they have a pretty good tradition of sucking the last few years, but anyways, I'm here to celebrate the Sox, not bitch about the Ms. In his last 6 games, J.D. Drew is slugging a mind-boggling 1.158 and that puts his OPS at a Pedrunkulous (Pedroia + ridiculous=Pedrunkulous...it's a long story) 1.773!!! I guess hitting in front of an also red hot Manny Ramirez (15 game hit streak, .386 average with 7 homers and 20 rbi!!) does a body good. This team is amazing. They have a sub-par Josh Beckett going every 5th day, Clay Buchholz on the DL kept company by Daisuke Matsuzaka and David Ortiz, but they continue to find ways to win. A little tip of the cap to manager Terry Francona is in order, because he has tinkered with the lineup and used the back-up players he's dealt in royal style. Doesn't hurt to Bartolo Colon step in for $5 a start and tear opposing batters a new one. Through it all, they have the second best record in the AL and thrid best overall, are leading the gruesome AL East (with the Yankees 7 games back in the basement!) and have shown that they can kick some ass (re: Fight Night @ Fenway versus the Tampa Bay Rays)!! Here's to a bright looking season! Thanks for helping keep me sane boys.

The Break-Up & the Brokenhearted Once Weres

You know that shattering feeling when a lover comes to you, because we need to talk and shoves a knife into your heart, but through your throat and around your lungs? That is the collective shredding of a fanbase's hearts in Seattle. But, with the cursory attempts at making them stay through lawsuits, we are dragging out the end; calling her 12 times in the middle of the night pleading for her to come back or why don't you love me anymore questions barely intelligible through the tears and hyperventilated sobbing. JUST FUCKING GO ALREADY!!! I can't stand the thought of you hanging around for this bullshit court crap, when we all (admit it or not) know you're going to Oklahoma City. Just fuck off and leave, but remember to leave the team name behind so that we might be able to ressurect it all once we've gotten past the late night binge drinking to forget you. Clay Bennett, I swear to the gods that if I ever meet you in person, I will remove your testicles Fight Club style for what you've done here (Howard Schulz, don't think you're much more in the safe zone yourself). My first sports memories, shit, some of my first memories at all, are of going to Supes games in the Kingdome when I was 4 years old. Do you wanna venture a guess as to what year that was?!!!?!?!!?!!?! 1979 motherfucker!! The only time we've had a championship in this city...and yer gonna drag that team away like an abduction victim in the middle of the night, only during the day and right in front of us. I fucking hate you. And I mean that. The brazen balls on you to talk of how (paraphrasing alert!) leases aren't specifically enforceable???!!? What the fuck are you smokin dickweed?! I don't get my deposit back if I brake a lease with a landlord, why should you get to name your price for bouncing on your lease, asshole?! And, by the way, you lost money last year because the team SUCKED ASS AT A SHIT INFESTED REST STOP!!! You'd lose money anywhere with a team that crappy! Though, I suppose when you rape a city's loyalty to its oldest sports franchise, people won't wanna show up to games, but I doubt that's the majority of your problems. Well, good luck in HELL mother fucker, er, I mean Oklahoma City!

fear of lovelessness pt II

06.08.08
{Johan Johansson}

staring at the sky
as if waiting for it to
vanish me in its vast expanse

thinking:
that the sun could
shred those clouds
from their binding axis
and
they’d leave me forever

yet,
these reassuring waves of sound
surge love through my body
cello upon cello upon viola
of love
pushing out, from
the inner walls of my heart

invisible tears roll
for hope and despair
simultaneously

seeping Gorecki’s 3rd
like a wounded soldier’s blood
or
the fear of lovelessness.

distal...not distant

{Satie|Kennif}
06.07.08

I met a man
who seemingly spoke
through the aged
decrepit
dead fingers of
Eric Satie

yet, certainly spoke
of his own accord
and voice

the ghost
harmlessly alive
within…

distal phalanges
hammering away at
a piano
tickling the prisoner
until it confessed

coughing dust off strings
secrets:

unveiling, how
what appears as
carbon copy
is really two
originals, locked in
immortal connection

to the ghost
harmlessly alive
within…

Frag:ments

{cello recycling}
06.07.08

to make the slow descent
defiance: gravity

falling: flight
released from future expectations

hands: joining
but
with feathers for fingers

we must learn
how to grasp: differently

beyond: physical
on a level
buried beyond ordinary perception
where the frag:ments
become indiscernible
from the whole

where: the orchestra
plays as but one cello

Quite possibly the best band rolling right now

Grails are really pumping 'em out right now, with last years dynamite release Burning Off Impurities and now the upcoming Take Refuge In Clean Living. I haven't heard a single song from this band that makes me cringe or hop up and move the needle on the record. They are solid through and through. So, I just thought I'd remind you of a fantastic band you need to check out if you haven't already.

The Slide, the Tag & Safe! at Home

I arrived in town around 7 in the evening (6 really, but it was Friday rush hour traffic...welcome home!), just in time for my man Benny's 33rd birthday party (also happens to be Manny's birthday). Had a good time chillin and partyin with Benny and the crew, even though I was so exhausted that I probably shoulda just crashed right then and there, but then, I never claimed to be smart in these situations. Spent yesterday recovering and walking around to drop some road trip gifts on some friends and going to the grocery store (I had no food). Manny hit his 500th career homer, which is cause for celebration, and is heating up again as he parked one again today...just a bit ago. I had a fabulous trip with only one bummer, that I didn't get to see the Field of Dreams site, but, well, I didn't feel like driving towards numerous tornadoes. Nonetheless, I am glad to be back. It was a refreshing 3 weeks, but I also realized how much I needed to get back home towards the end; I started missing my bikes, my records, my friends and being home, no longer on the move. I've decided to go vegetarian and the "dietary choices" in the Midwest are certainly helpful in now making this switch. In fact, I think I might be a little sick from all the meat and potatoes. As I continue to process the impression left by this adventure, I have a renewed sense of good things coming in the future, in a long term and short term sense. I feel as though I am really starting to learn how to take it easier on myself while simultaneously being more active and productive. One reflection I had was that I have kind of been acting like I'm on vacation for quite a few months now and that is changing. Not that I am restricting myself from being free and easy and having fun, but to balance that with another side of myself that is more directed, determined and focused. More to come soon.