Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Smoking in Space
It felt so good to be on a starship again, even if I was just visiting. My friend Ryan Ferko had received a posting aboard and I was hitching a ride to someplace close by.
Not seeing Ryan for a long time, we had some drinks and a conversation while he showed me around the living decks. Most of the crew were at their stations, leaving the hallways empty.
The ship was small, only 4 decks and long enough for me to see end to end from the centre of the corridor. Out the window, I watched old school desk chairs floating in space, and the glow of planets further beyond.
When I got to my room, Ryan had to go. He lit his cigarette and climbed down a latter towards the engine room.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Tatum She-Ra Hishmeh
I loved her, but she r-e-a-l-l-y hated me.
Tatum passed away today, Monday May 9, 2011, in the presence of loving family. She enjoyed good company, being brushed and eating treats. Although known to have a cloudy disposition at times, she brought love and joy to the hearts of those who looked her in the face. She was a classic beauty and will be deeply missed.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
-------pray-------
For the third time in it's 4 years, my computer is spending the night at the Apple Store. At least I backed up this time! Pray.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
instigate then ignore
In a theatre bigger than I've ever seen, stage right on the balcony my sister and I sat in the audience. The lights went down and we were in New York watching a Broadway production of Rent.
When the overture began, two blonde women who sat beside us kept talking over the instruments. I found it quite disturbing so leaned over said, "Could you take your conversation outside?"
They glared at me, sharp noses in the darkened theatre, then turned to resume their conversation.
I was annoyed, angered really, so I looked for an immediate target for retaliation. Her purse sat on the ground between us so I picked it up and, dropped it off the balcony.
When they wouldn't stop talking I decided to focus on the show, but it turned into dancing with the stars and I woke up.
lock, after lock
Buying groceries with my friend Brent, we head to the checkout while a good song plays.
We're in shorts and feel summer coming. Bobbing our heads a little to the beat, I recognize our cahsier. It's Oprah Winfrey! And I start talking to her immediately. As I held up the line, Brent was embarrassed and he left with out me.
Awestruck drunk with this woman I left the store.
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Up the way, at 'New Meenan's Cove', tents were set up, bbq's and fire's were burning. It was a right-good maritime (summer's) eve.
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Other campers had discovered the edge of the cove, it was a cliff. When I got there it revealed the cove was part of a giant lock system of controlled waterways.
With others, I emptied our lock. Then lock, after lock after that, to find where it led. Draining the water as we went we were intent on discovery.
By the time we reached the end, the final waters ran away, and a plastic door of gold emerged. A green light lit and then it opened.
One man went first, I stepped up to go second. Adam's mother Judy behind me said, "I'll tell your mother."
I went through.
The tubes were beige and wound me organically until I reached the other-side, my destination.
All it was were chain links, fencing me out of a dirty city harbour.
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*from March 29, 2011
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