...And Those That Understand Shall Follow.

soon to be elsewhere

2011-12-18T00:46:00.003-06:00

i'm moving blog type things to tumblr. so any further things (to which i hope to be having more frequent doings of) shall be found here: http://nnyismyname.tumblr.com . hope you will join me, if not, eh.

Life Is As Easy As Pi.

2009-07-04T19:07:00.002-05:00

I was thinking about reincarnation when I came to a couple of theories, so please be patient cause I’m not very sure they make sense. The first one is based on the reincarnation theory that if at every moment that a creature dies, another creature if born. If that is true, then my first theory is that there would have to be a set number of creatures in the world. A sub clause to that theory is that time would not have to be a factor; I already thought about it and would like to avoid bringing up they argument that I’ve already had with myself. Ok, with the second theory you also have to keep in mind the theory that we are not alone in the universe, and that there are other creature/beings out there. If that is true, then with my first theory in mind that you mean that there is a set number of being/creatures in the universe. I hope you're still with me cause this is where my theories begin to become even more of a stretch. So we all know what Pi is, we've heard the song, called the sibling, even gone to the restaurant (which I hear is quite good, but have yet to go to myself). As I am to understand we haven't found an end to it, nor do they pose that we shall. If lets say eventually there was indeed an end to Pi; and you were to move the decimal point to the right of the very last number and make a new number I’ll call DecimalPi; then taking the previous theories in mind, my third theory is that DecimalPi is the number of all of the beings/creatures in the universe.
So let me know what you think. It's just theory on theory on theory, but i think it's something to ponder.

Haiku I wrote in the/a fog

2009-01-04T00:36:00.001-06:00

Coming home again
Caution tape at my doorway
The fog makes me sad

What I Wrote on 2008.12.30

2009-01-02T01:09:00.000-06:00

While looking over the pictures of the house issue; being the drain pipe backing up leading to lying men who pass as plumbers out to fix it, only to back up again {as pictures 001-006 show (unfortunately blogger won't let me publish all of the pictures, so you just get a taste to the left, sorry)}, to be followed by an even poorer excuse for a plumber out at the bewitching hour of night (for the misses and I could catch a plane at the sleeping hour of 6:00 a.m.) who then said, (and I quote) “well, I really don’t now how to do this, so just call us in the morning and we’ll have the original guy come out ad fix it.” Then drove off like a siren in the night leaving me outside in the cold holding a flashlight alone and having to then have to go in and wake my wife with this information. We’re just on the first six pictures of this adventure, and the real plot of the story isn’t even about this. So that being said I will skip a bit of the dramatics here and there. But after a week plus of occasional phone calls, a few emails (one containing some wonderful use of my wife’s cunning wit to let them know their true place in the customer/company relationship) we finally got a decent bloke from the company out, who informed us that the issue was actually a broken sewer pipe cause our house still had clay piping. He also made us aware of what one of our fare city’s perks are, in that they will cover this up to a certain dollar amount from a twenty dollar a year tax we pay. I want to tell you that I’m happy there’s a tax for that here. I think it’s one of the few times I can actually understand the theory of where the hell my money actually goes. And I need to be reminded of that every so often. I promise that this will cost more that the possible two hundred dollars they might get from us if we were going to be in the house for ten years. And its in payments so little, I really don’t care.

Norton just stretched off the couch. It’s been a long day for him. We walked for quite a while. Too long in all reality. But it was the walk we’ve been craving. So we did it, and then came home. I digress only to circle around the topics I’m so frustrated with. But I have much more to say, and I don’t want this to get boring.

So we had our fun time with the city out to the house a couple of times to learn that the busted pipe was under the porch and part of the walkway to the driveway. We hear nothing for a week plus when suddenly I wake up one day to a different set of incompetent workers from the different utility companies of the world out “marking” where all their lines were. Let me also explain what “marking” means to these people. They were spraying the lines on top of snow, that was even forecasted to melt the very next day, to which low and behold it did. But there was one of these men, who for whatever theory he had in his head, entered my backyard, and disrupted Norton’s rest. And my dog, my faithful little pup, was attacking him in the back yard while he was “marking” where sewer line was. Part of me really hopes Norton ripped part of his jacket, but I get mean sometimes. So we call the city. The city calls us back. It turns into a love hate relationship filled with headaches, back pain, bloating, and a general discomfort with the life you were really enjoying even with all it’s highs and lows. I love the lows as much as the highs. Because in the lows is where you find the truest moment of love. When you really don’t care what it takes; you love. And that’s all you need. That’s all you know the other needs. Because with the love, you’ll be all right.

The day comes when you get the blessed phone call, “Yes, we were calling you to let you know that we will be at your house at around 8:00 a.m. Monday to start the work on your pipes.” And there really was much rejoicing. That’s exactly how I felt. Then I got home to a giant C.A.T. construction device and a wagon of pipes and other implements of destruction sitting in front of our house. {Images 007, 008, 047, 048, 050-053, and 060-063 in case you needed to know.} It was a little disconcerting. I understand that they’re going to need this thing here on Monday, but it’s Friday man. I mean, do I really need to stare at it for two whole days before you’re actually going to do anything with it. That and the temptation to joy ride in it was almost too much. I did discover that they don’t lock those things by the way so if ever you get the opportunity, take some pictures, cause I didn’t and I do wish I had. I’m probably just being picky, but it annoyed me.

Monday came as it does any other Monday in the world. Subtle differences were in the air, but nothing that anyone else on the block, much less the world would be impacted by in the least. However I was awake at a quarter to eight, to be told they were here, and that they needed to shut the water off, till noon, so we needed to get everything we could done and out in the next couple of minutes. Why didn’t we expect this? How could we. No one expected the Spanish Inquisition; no one expects no more use of toilets for the morning or face wash or any other little convenience water might hold for you, to be stripped from you right when you crawl out of bed. So I’m awake. Not really. But awake. Light hurts. Cold hurts. Stumble for socks. Shoe is on the wrong foot. “What did you say?” Ears clogged like my drains. Oh shit, time to go. “Goodbye love.” Stumble on stairs. Open front door. Man crawls in nine-foot hole where your walkway once sat. {Images 068-073 for those with the home guide} I actually thought to myself for a moment about the old walkway. You never really think of a walkway of just vanishing. But it does. The things you learn.

The rest of my Monday was a usual Monday. Had a steady lunch. Busy dinner. Fried rice for dinner, again. I really should have had the miss’s soup instead, but I was feeling more for solids. I should always listen to my wife. But that decision was made after arriving home to the last basic installment of pictures that I was going over. {074-091, 103 yes there’s a jump there, in a minute.} So that’s how I came home, my front door caution taped to the world. I knew it would happen one day. In fact I’m happy and kind of surprised that it’s not a biohazard tape. But even still, it’s a hard thing to come home to.

As you might tell, these pictures weren’t all taken at the exact moments that which the stories occur. In fact most of them were taken the next day. And on this Tuesday, the day that I’m writing this epic notion, thinking that someone is going to read this and feel empowered to change the world. I went out today to take pictures of what has become of my house. My cave. My palace. My refuge. And while taking these pictures I came across something that stopped my dead in my tracks. Not many things do that these days. After a great deal that life has thrown at me I’m a pretty unmovable rock I think. Be then I remember that all rocks crumble under the right pressure. What I saw was a dead mouse, partially flattened by a tire, eye wide open looking up at me. {092-102 in your picture slide show.} You could see where nature had started its decomposition end of the bargain. He looked so peaceful, yet so angry and lost. I know, it’s just a mouse. What does it matter? Well we have had mice problems in our house. I guess we still do. At one point we put down some mouse poison out where if you knew were is was you’d see it. And I awoke one morning to find a nice chunk out of it eaten away. It struck my heart. It hit it hard. I couldn’t eat meat that whole day. I still now have days where I can’t do it. But I’m already a different person then I was when I first saw the apple for a snow white of a mouse have a bits out of it. Only true love’s kiss wouldn’t heal these wounds. I heard it once as a rumor. I knew it then as a truth. I understand it now as life. So I’m stuck in my tracks, empowered, and drained all at once by this mouse. So I capture the moment as best as my amateur photographs can allow. I took it all in. The Birth. The Life. The Sacrifice. The Death. The Decay. It was all there for if only a brief moment. But I felt it. I understood it. And I moved on from it; with it. Norton and I proceeded to walk down to the park where we could sit and watch the sunset by something I believe we call a beach at a lake. It was lovely. The colors melded together in such a way that my words would never be able to properly explain it. Cheesy I know. But true. We walked home. And I wrote.

There are very many more things that I think I should say, but not all stories are meant to have endings. Nor should all endings have stories for that matter. I have taken in the day. I’ve welcomed in the night. Tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve, and I have Worry. Concern. Doubt. Angst. Fear. But I do feel, with great amounts, Hope. That lights that were thought to be at the end of the tunnels are there. The stars aren’t a limit; they’re a new beginning. And the promise of Life, Love, and Liberty still have place in all our hearts.

How did that guy from drew carey get his own talk show?....

2006-07-18T00:30:00.000-05:00

well.....here i am...................still jobless.....very tired...........and i've scratched this stupid mosquito bit to the point that it was bleeding earlier..................not much else to say..............i've got an other poem thing for y'all...............i love skipping through time....it's kind of funny......it's kind of sad..........and it's definately odd to re-read these things.......but anyhow.....i guess like all other things it just is................

My Only Choice        05.16.05           00:21 hours

I died in my sleep last night
Drowned in a pool of water
    that consumed the world
All my friends and family escaped
It was just me
And the world
Alone to die

At first I thought to hold my breath
But I knew that was fatal
    just as well
Then al I could do was
Inhale the water
Let it fill my lungs
And take me away

I started to think of everyone
I was hoping they were thinking
    of me and all Id done
But eventually my thoughts
They came back
To the water
Slowly killing me

It choked my every breath
It took al my strength
    away, and left me to die
So thats what I did
Slowly
I died
And then I woke up.

An Attempt At Writing Pt. 01

2006-07-10T23:08:00.000-05:00

here we go folks......i'm gonna start to write every week...or so i said....and i guess i've chosen monday.........so here's my attempt...i'm going to do this basically by giving y'all a couple of writing that i've done throughout my life.............i'm going with a more resent one first...but i will be jumping around in time throughout these releases...but i'm sure it'll make sense......eventually.........take care all........peace.
m.

Broken Cars For Broken Hearts       by, m      concept, LB     04/14/05

Driving in my Car
    It's a room inside a Room
Clear glass to watch the Viewers
    Of my unlocked mobile Cage
It's tough to get Old
    It's even tougher if you Don't

I'm contained in my Room
    I can just drive and Stare
Scribbles in my Head
    Yelling them onto Pavement
When getting old's all you can Do
    You have to wake up to It

My backseat's full of Memories
    My front seat's full of Tears
I'm drowning in my Mind
    And driving through my Life
The Older I feel the older I Get
    And most times I don't want to Feel

Rabbit holes turn to pot Holes
    Trafficking nature in my Mind
Everything around me is Dying
    And I can't catch Up
Of course getting older is Dying
    So it's good to be dead Today

I turn on the Headlights
    As I turn off my Mind
The cigarette ashes Out
    The viewers turn into Trees
I have all the time in the World
    It's too bad my world's out of Time

Those white and yellow Lines
    Pointing me toward my Fate
My room is closing In
    While the wind is breathing Hate

I can't control my Destiny
    But I can control the Wheel
So I cut every corner Closely
    And put my stamp on every Deal

There's nothing we can Do
    No place to catch our Breath
They'll have to pull me out of the Wreckage
    When I finally accept Death

Time Makes Fools Of Us All...

2006-07-06T02:55:00.001-05:00

wow it's been a long time since i've bothered writing anything in this at all.........it's not even that i haven't bothered with it as that my life's been pretty hectick of late and it's been hard to find what part of it i was willing to type down........i was planning of doing this whole thing of every week posting a poem i either wrote a while ago...or even something i've wrote of recent date...but even that has really fallen by the waste side for now.......however for enyone who cares, i will be starting to do that soon......maybe next week or the week after........but i guess you'll know when you happen to come across my page and you notice that i've actually done something different to it...........but i guess here's the quick summery of what' happened since february: i almost bought the store i was working at; i went to two different cousins weddings, one in vegas and one in richmond; i went to my wife's grandfather's 90th b-day; went to my sister in-law's college graduation; my mom got fired from her job; one of my good friends got married, again, to the same person, 2 years after thier first wedding, because this one needed to be greek, for why i'm not sure; i got a dog, we named him Norton after Joshua Abraham Norton (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joshua_Abraham_Norton);
was inevitably lied to so that the store i was going to buy got sold behind my back; throughout this whole time was working about 45 hours a week at a crap of a salary; and then as of this past friday i was laid off...........yeah...i think that's everything....but i also think that's enough.........so yeah......i hope that helps catch everyone up on what's the happenings of my life.......i shall be returning more often hopefully.....at least whenever i start this whole weekly writing posting...........till then....take care of yourselves and others around you......be well...peace.

I Just Want To Rock.

2006-02-02T02:08:00.000-06:00

the subject kind of says it all..........i just want to rock......i do........i would like a band....a band of musicians who have the same philosophy about they're playing........and it's a simple philosophy at that.........let a feeling take you to a sound or rhythm; now take that sound or rhythm and shape it into an audible thought; then take that thought and evole it into a a full audio spectrum of sounds and/or beats and/or words so that you can sare it with everyone........................i think that's a pretty smple philosophy to have as for the thoughts and feeling behind a band..........the main problem i do relize is time.............no one really has the time to devote into a band........that and a lack of people i know who can play any instrument.........but even still........it's what i'm looking for i guess..........is other who share this simple philosophy............................................................................i just want to rock........how awefully true that is.........i know that there as to be thers out there who feel the same...........and can play an instrument.......i'm not even picky.....i'd accept a piccillo player at this point...................i mean that would actually rock if you think about it...............one guy on electric guitar, one guy on turntables, electronics, and seamplers,and one guy on a piccillo.................the makings of an awesome trio.........like medeski martin and wood.........but more piccillo-ier....................man....i'd love to make an all kazoo symphony of a beethoven piece.........................but i astray............................you may not agree with me........that's cool........i uderstand...........your death will be swift and painless....................but for all you corect ones who agree..........you're awesome.........and i say you should speak up and let everyone know..............it's just standing up and saying these simple five words..........i just want to rock...............i just want to rock..........................when you sit down at the breakfast table.......your mom or husband...or whatever....cat even, looks at you and asks what you would like for beakfast..............you just look 'em in the eyes and say.....i just want to rock....................................i just want to rock........it should be an anthem for all genorations......to say to everyone in the world........that deep down....in everyone.........there's a being inside that's just waiting to shout this phrase..................waiting to scream...........i just want to rock..........................it may yern the rock so much that it slims down the phrase to, i just wanna rock...............four words..........look at the sincerity...................................just spead the rock......let everyone know their true calling..............and then..........for maybe once in our lives..............the rocking....will bring us all........together...as one world. Goodnight.

Walking and Bumping

2006-01-19T17:21:00.001-06:00

it's wierd the way life works........you meet people all through your life, and you never really wonder way you know them...or way they want to know you.....but then...randomly...and without notice...you understand......................it's kind of hard to explain, and i know that's kind of stupid to mention something like that and not elaborate on the topic.......but the truth is that's just how it is..............that's how life is...........life has a funny way of constantly Dickensizing* all the events in your life.........it makes everything you see, feel, smell, taste, hear and/or as well anything you can possibly and/or impossibly do so very significant towards the trials and tribulations in life............i can only imagine how important it will them be in the afterlife..........................i'm not saying live life as if you're going to die or anyhting....i'm just saying that you should contiplate over thing a bit more before do, make, say, think them......................ok......maybe not think them...cause that's being a bit repetitive....and over excessive...............but by now you should get my point anyway............and if you don't it will suck when knowing this information could save you from the beast that adam forgot to name back in the garden of eden.........yeah...it's that deep..........well...not that deep...............but close * Dickenizing: root - Dickensize = the act of making something like a Charles Dickens novel. basically saying that life, like ole Charlie here will bring back old charactors and places that were once insignificant, and make them significant at a later time and/or place.

A Tangent on Writing

2006-01-06T09:57:00.001-06:00

i don't like feeling like i need to write something in here often.....but i do feel that i have things to say, and that people should hear them.........but when i was looking at something on an other blog site i noticed a link for coments like all others....but it also had a link for kudos..................and i thought to myself, "who the hell would give kudos to a blog. it's not some literary genius writing these things. it's a bunch of people who needed to get something off their chests." which i'm totally cool with cause...well.........you are reading one that i wrote...........but i'm not writing a novel.......i'm just thinking on a subject and expressing my thoughts..........nothing really special or cool about it...........other than it's coming from me.........................and that i rule.......everything...............................but there's nothing to really give kudos for..........i think if you really did need to give kudos......you have a comments option.............use it.....comment........coment that you feel this person deserves kudos........and maybe even give a little support for whatever it is you're going to let yourself believe is true from someone else........................but do we really need a solo kudos link.....................no......................no we don't........and that's that.

It's Like This...

2006-01-05T14:59:00.001-06:00

alright....i know i left you all without any real kind of ending to my last thoughts.......but that's just how it is.....my phone doesn't let you type any more than a certain amount of characters per entry......and i ran out before i could finish my thought........to make it wore i then figured i'd be writing in this sooner than this, and so i thought i'd finish it then.....but alas..........i didn't.....and now life has moved to far along to go back and finish previoous thoughs............so i end what i was saying....and continue with were i am.........and i'm at work.......not thT THAT'S BAD OR ANYTHING....BUT I AM AT WORK..........fuck...i turned caps lock on with out noticing it.....and i don't feel like going back ant retyping it.........but yeah...i'm at work....and now i'm going to figure out dinner......i'll be back sooner this next time...........peace out y'all.......

the way this blog thing shall work....

2005-12-02T00:13:00.000-06:00

so i already have a blog thing with this other place......and in a way i'm lazy........so instead of keeping two seperate journals.....i'm going to copy the other's over here with the timestamp so that the timeline can be understood..............i might even add a special behind the scenes director's commentary on what i said in the blog for an added bonus to all you who wish to read..............hope you enjoy........i out...peace...m.

Hell? or Heaven?

2005-11-07T11:03:00.000-06:00

I guess it's something we all question. Are we living in a human burning hell, or a human paradise heaven. I realise that it's all arbitrary, but it came to mind today as my boss and her daughter were yelling at each other and kept trying to pull me into it. It makes you start to debate such things. I mean, I know I've got my "blessings" to count and all. I just feel like even a blessing can a curse. Or something like that. It may not be exactly what I want to say, but it's close enough to make it worth bei

And what if they're all right?...

2005-10-22T09:52:00.000-05:00

I'm not really sure what brings this up, but what if everyone's right? What if everyone's thoughts, dreams, beliefs, and realities were genuine and real just by having them. I know this isn't and old thought or anything. I however an just coming into feeling it. I guess I'm also just kind of putting it out there for others to think about. For now at least. m.

An ailment.

2005-10-17T01:42:00.001-05:00

Don't you hate when you can really use something, but all you get is the exact opposite. That's my sleep schedual in a nut shell. It sucks. And like Jesse's mom, it sucks badly. With teeth. And no saliva. I'm talking really sucks. By the way. I have nothing against Jesse's mom. She's actually a very nice lady, and a good mom for Jesse. I just wanted to in on record saying that before the nasty letters come in. May her enemies fall quickly at her hands.

The Sickness...

2005-10-16T11:56:00.000-05:00

I have being sick. It's almost as bad as getting your hand stuck inside the Pringles container. I woke up feeling so much better. But as soon as I left the house, BAMM!, I feel like poop again. It really sucks. Oh well, what can you do. This is not even to mention that I need to get a tire from my car fixed today. Which is annoying all to itself. After that I'm off to in help build a sukkah at the inlaw's. It's going to be a long day. At least [adult swim] is on tonight. That'll be awesome. I out. Peace.

jesse's still talking.....

2005-10-09T23:28:00.000-05:00

here i am again...........and jesse's still talking.......he's even got a friend today...........cort......whom also should stop talking..........i once again blame jesse's mom for all these prblems............................for both of their problems............i'm going to leave him be and let them talk........i'm more just blogging this cause it needs to be said.......that is all america...........my all your enimies die a horrible death including ferretts................peace. m.

jesse's talking again...

2005-10-08T22:27:00.000-05:00

so my friend jesse has this horrible habbit of saying things when he really should just shut up.......it's not his fault......probably his mom's.......but none-the-less, he does it.......i don't mind it really.....in fact most of the time it's pretty funny.....but every so often it's just dumb........like him.........and his mom..............just dumb................oh well....he's still a cool guy...and some beautiful girl out there reading this most awesome of blogs should pick him up and give him the spanking...and loving...he deserves.......i go now...........asa lamma lechem.....m.

First entry (but not the rear kind)

2005-10-06T09:26:00.001-05:00

Well here I am. An hour and a half into work and all I have to show for it is this mobile phone blog the I honestly will probably use very infrequently. Not to mention the fact that I'm not looking at what I'm typing, so my T9 system is going to confuse things I'm saying and make it all nonsense. Oh well. Such is the way of things. Which is really all this blog is about. The way of things...a great mystery of life and death. The why and who within all of us. So come on. Let's have some fun. We all my learn.