August 30, 2011

Camden Line Now

I know what I'm looking for and I know when you aren't.

5 Great Meals in Under 30 Minutes is no way to live your life.

And I'm still caught up on fake plastic trees... What are they made of?
Most people guess rubber, but I'm guessing most things we call rubber are plastic, too.

How are you doing with all the violence lately?
How are you doing with all the acts of God?

Do militant atheists ask that their insurance policies be changed re references to acts of God?
Or do they just go to court on coverage in earthquakes and throw down on the differences between acts of tectonic plates and who is this God guy in my policy anyway?

Courts are funny enough.

I still wear my Baltimore juror badge on the inside of my red jacket. I'll show you if you ask.

It's more a sticker than badge.

If you had a citizen badge, would you wear it?

Have you seen Starship Troopers?

When was the last time you referenced Nazis in conversation?
I did recently, and I was serious.
I get a pass because I read the Diary of Anne Frank earlier this summer.
And yeah, I know that's not its real title (I just read it this summer, remember) but that's what everybody calls it, and its real title is in Dutch or something anyway.
I finished it on a Sunday morning and cried before anyone else in the house was up.
August was wild like that.

It's still August.

I wish I got a little sun-fat this summer, myself, but didn't make it to the pool as much as I was hoping.
The sunburn is still showing on my feet.
I should get that looked at some time.

Let Fall be for looming.
Let Fall be for doing.

Let Fall be for surveying and pointing and going and counting and going again and again and cooking and getting things in place to be getting things done.

Let Fall be for accounting and forgiving and getting better and better.

Let Fall be for asking forgiveness and learning and grace and gracefulness.

Let Fall be for new jackets and new shoes and favorite sweaters and love.

Let Fall be for trying and trying and always more trying.

September is my favorite month.
Look the fuck out.

Green Line More Now

I guess my blog is my microblog until I figure out how to fix my Tweetdeck account entanglement issues, huh?

Falcons away!

Location:Lehigh Rd,College Park,United States

Green Line Now

By the time I write this, I'll be far from here.

I've been trying to get into the mind of a glider, a bird of prey, the Pacific Ocean, salt, and the Sun.

Humans and giant reptiles cross paths in Hollywood.

Humans and giant humans cross paths in sports arenas in many major metropolitan areas.

Metropolitans dream of October and look forward to April.

I grew up outside Boston and outside DC. And then inside DC and all kinds of places.

People used to not get along very well, so they created the telegraph, telephones, guns, and Facebook.

It's amazing what you can accomplish with a digging tool when you apply yourself.

Seriously, does Tinker Bell ever just die? I think it was Joe who wondered this aloud at me.

This is your best work.
Everyday. Forever.

This is your best work.
Green line. August's end approaching.

This is your best work.
Granary floor. Sun-fat bees.


How are you?

August 17, 2011

More Lost Falcon

I've been up to a lot that isn't writing lately. This is what I've been up to that is.

August 12, 2011

The Second Lost Falcon

Follow here? The 2nd Lost Falcon

Started with this: "Contact Lost with Hypersonic Glider After Launch"

I need to gussy up the profile with a pic and bio and such (but I can't seem to do that from the mobile site -- headsup Twitter developers). UPDATE: Gussied enough now. Not sure if this will be a fruitful something or just a one-night midnight something, but when I read this news headline earlier today, I couldn't help but think of all the things that might have happened to the second Falcon... It was that word "anomaly" in the article... It made me think of aliens and adventure and loneliness.

Limbo (literally), mistakes, and the unforgivingness of social media / Twitter. But surely something wholly different tomorrow and then the next day and then the next (if alive at all).

And pardon the affectations on the image... I wanted to see what this iPad-based Photoshop could do (snap verdict: not much). Hopefully I can make everything clearer when I get some time at my laptop for it. UPDATE: Good enough now, I hope.

August 1, 2011

And Then They Took the Train

I've told my daughter that all my favorite stories end with everyone dying and she thinks it's funny stuff.

She explains this to her friends.

I tell her that's how Hamlet ends, and MacBeth, and Othello.

She sings "toil, toil," but knows it from a song in a Harry Potter movie.

She's into Harry Potter this summer, and that makes me happy.

I'm looking forward to going to the pool more.
Who doesn't like all those in-and-around the pool scenes from the Graduate?
Can you imagine for a second what Robert Redford would've been like.

All wrong.

It's writing every day,
Like harvesting crops, but every day,
Like not smoking every day.

Butter, horses, cake every day.
A cat, dinner, coffee, sunshine every day.
Air, heat, pillows, mistakes every day.

I obviously wasn't kidding about the lists.
Conjuagation is one I should bring back.
Repetition does me well, too.


Boxes and boxes, ceiling fan, dots and stripes, progress, horrible television... really, really bad stuff. Sleep.

And then everybody dies.

Location:W Redwood St,Baltimore,United States