melinda and melinda

everyone reading this should stop and go see this movie.

are pictures better than words?

i dont think so;


but they count for something...

a paperclip in a windowsill

THE PAPERCLIP in the windowsill.
glimmering softly, reflecting, still;

longing thoughts of a papermill,
in the world outside, the windowsill.

coffeeshop conversations (overheard)

CONVERSATION 1:
Two young lovers, flip the pages of a recent GQ magazine, commenting idley.
"I know this guy who is 24 years old and he wears boxers and briefs" she said.
"Both!?" he exclaimed.
"Yeah! You can see both, like above his belt loop line on his pants. I told my mom about him and she was like, 'You are not hanging out with him,' Hahaha!"

CONVERSATION 2:
Two men in their 40's sip coffee and discuss mostly business affairs, phone companies and power companies, and other mundane things when i overhear this whilst trying to read...
"Yeah, the other night when i was walking my dog, she ran after something and got me so tangled in the leash that i fell down, and then the cat bit me."
"Hahahaha, what?! Are you serious?
"Yeah!"
"So you were BITTEN by a cat, with your dog right there!?" the other guy said; outraged.
"Yeah, it was pretty bad, i had to kick the cat to get it away from me."

a day like any other.

In dubious, muted triumph, i celebrate my first year as a salaried employee (with the Norfolk Commmunity Services Board) today. although, certainly not miserable, the future is not here. i am open to suggestions, self.

exhibition

this is some of what i saw this weekend...

about a boy

bike rides with long sleeves.
princess cut barbecue chicken quesadillas.
presents and future.
cold buttons and under covers.
our dog blue and the wide open roof.
noisey nights and siren lights.
shooting stars and "after alls."
cool breeze; morning delights.
november city nights.
remembered.

Williamsburg Winery

Saturday morning breaks, November colors in our morning windows. after sleeping in (far longer than usual) we made our way out the door fast (forgoing any breakfast) and headed outside into the bright morning. I-64W brought realizations of forgotten directions, a couple phone calls later and we were on the right path. (did you know you can textmessage GOOGLE for addresses?)
after a tour of the cellars and an explanation of the winemaking process we did the $7 tastings. we learn that this is the largest winery in VA as we settle down to a lunch outside with kind strangers who offered up two seats at their table. del.ic.ious sandwiches and a delectable white wine, we relaxed in the cool calm of a leisurely saturday afternoon. pretty soon we realized that there was, in fact, alcohol in wine and had to walk it off on a tranquil self directed tour of the grounds. after lying around in the grass out of sight, wearing it off, in the careless autumn delight, i took out my camera to take a picture of beauty only to find that i had forgotten the battery at home. "some things weren't meant to be documented anyway", i think to myself. we walk back to the car and drive off with the seasonal colors of this historic land passing by outside our windows, the kind of colors that you are never let to forget when you live in the beautiful land of Virginia, who shows her beauty in fleeting moments unexpected...

21 floors up

on a rooftop in Norfolk,
wine on our side;
city light glow.

just some worlds

bright stars in sky-night,
shine a delight; inspire might
on the world below.

shadows, grass, trees
lights, darkness, breeze
cars, apartments, keys

aluminum cans and cigarette butts.
for those of us who crave.

footnote in history

:today; 4 years, 1 month, and 18 days after the September 11th terrorist attack, our President, George Bush is visiting Norfolk to give a speech on terrorism.

mail of now...

or the provisional aspects of email. who saves all their emails? not i, you, him, or her? no. lost forever they are doomed to be; the generation of well documented communication through letters is over. the hand written letters of the past so laboriously constructed, and kept in boxes hidden in closets and under beds is gone. now we "delete our inboxes" forever emptying them into eternity, never to be read again; memories and ideas lost; friendships' depths forgotten. there are obvious benefits to such tasks of ease, but what are the inevitable drawbacks, on the history of our lives? when we look back for tangible memories?
sure, it makes sense to delete the time sensitive reminders and all the messages of insignificant content but what about all the meaningful correspondences destined to be forever lost due to a lack of use or purpose? and are these less and less occurring as well? in other words, has email cheapened communication overall? (as surely the cell phone has! but i wont get into that here.)
just some thoughts i have had recently regarding the deficiency of the new culture of emails and the transiency of thoughts and letters we produce every day, ever more (of which i am guilty of).
sadly, i guess we miss out on some things with the emergence of others.

an anniversary

in pictures

i know i don't need it.

but wanting something doesnt always have to qualify as a neccessity does it?

sealy posturepedic

at work today we went Bowling. i bowled a 117.
i did 3 good noseblunts skating yesterday, to prove to myself i had it down.
i had big plans for the weekend. the weekend is trying to ruin them though.
a one year celebration was in order but the sky says 'rain on you'.

maybe we'll head to D.C. maybe we'll just drive far away. i think a good time, regardless. i just need to get out of Norfolk. everybody just needs to get out of Norfolk sometimes. maybe like once a month at the very least. Norfolk can wear on anybody. maybe anywhere can wear on anybody. i thought about teh benefits of turning off my cell phone for the whole weekend, with an "out on a trip" message; get disconnected. i still might do that if we actually end up going camping...

the weekend

in
no

particular
order.

walls

this all feels a bit too self serving
tonight for me.
i think i will go to bed and try (really hard)
to dream.
my mind is terribly tired of being awake.
its been awhile. i've got these walls that
i need to break through, see through or eat through.
i used to be able to...

"rainrain goaway" no,,wait; stay

the rain won't stop. the trees have tops. the cars have lots.
flooded. wet. soaked. days.

i think its a good week for it i suppose (the rain); being that the wine fest is not until Saturday and the workweek is keeping me busy. the rain should clear by then, the windows see through again.
the wheels on wet streets hsssssing stops.
these nights are long, these days are full.
sleep is important (a clear mind is harder to find).
if i could i would take more naps but i cant seem to give up the time (there's always something to read).
in a brief cease of rain, we skated a bench today in tennis courts so long...

"entertaining isn't always entertaining"

what is it that people want?
today was overcast with little rain. i actually willfully passed up on a skate session. i got a new desk for home. last night i drank lots of scotch and then moved on to wine. trying hard "to have a good time" ending up with a short story and a few nice memories to last for a week or two(?) wake up in the morning with a headache in the morning and mounting tragedies in the news. the whole world seems to be having a bad year, with natural and manmade disasters continually dominating news headlines with depressing and seemless endless suffering. was life always this way? i can't ever remember it being this bad. i feel lucky.

room for prophets

sometimes i think if i get myself into a deep discussion on religion i am bound to offend someone. so, i mostly keep things to myself and speak in generalities and hedge direct questions, without trying to seem too noble, righteous, judging or stubborn in my own thoughts. i just can't take certain religious doctrine or dogma. it can even make me mad at times, but im working on that. i think religion is always going to be a daunting, mystifying, and questionable thing for me. as it should be.