Black and White Sunrise

So, a couple of things.

I wrote this the other day and really like it, but it in no way reflects my current disposition. These last couple of months have been some of the best ever, so why such a hopeless, sad poem came sneaking out the other day, I cannot tell-

Secondly, the first two sections were natural, the third was forced enough to make me not even want to put it in. But I am anyway. Eh.



i.

I sit in this bistro,
looking at the microwave,
looking at my dark, bitter coffee that has lost its warmth.
I swirl the grounds that gave the filter the slip
and are now settling at the bottom of my cup.
They awake, dance in a circle, and return
as a blanket to the bottom.

I look at the microwave--

Refusing artificial deliverance,
I cringe and swallow what the cup has to offer.
I continue to sit;

thinking of life and
large cups of coffee:

Unable to finish before growing cold.

ii.

Somewhere in the universe
a star cools and buckles
in gravitational collapse.
Supernova
Many years
Black hole
And no light can escape--

iii.

The sun rises with
no color to tell. In
the same way, I feel
in these same shades
of grey. The world
illuminates in this
colorless spectrum
and I reflect: Even
on days where the
sun doesn’t rise in
black and white, it
always sets to the
former.

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Oh Craig

This is hilarious.

Strange

It's been awhile and still all I have is random.

I built a brand new bike a couple of months ago. I realize now that I loved building it more than I do riding it. Thats not to say that I don't enjoy riding it, I really really love to ride it, I'm just not Hard-Core. This weather and my lack of riding in it proves that. I don't know why I'm saying this.

I can easily get obsessed with things. When I discover a food or drink item I love, I can easily consume it every single day for weeks at a time. Or, when I find a video game I like, no matter how stupid and simple it is, I can get hooked and play it for hours. Recently it's been Settlers of Catan. Despite getting to play several times since getting it, It's still far less than I really want to play. I would play every day If I could round up the people to do so. Mainly I don't because I don't want to sound obsessed by asking people every day. Eh, whatever.

So there is this curious thing that we see a lot at work. The only handicap places in our whole parking lot are right in front of our store. About 90% of the people that ever park in one of these spots, end up walking 3-5 times farther to the store that they want to go to than if they just parked in a normal spot right in front of that store. About 97% of this 90% have no visible handicap that would even require the extra space next to the handicap spot. Today, not a single car was in the whole lot, yet I watched a lady pull into a handicap spot, put up her wheelchair tag, and then get out and walk by all the empty space to the other side of the building unit. I don't get this at all. Someone please explain this.

Stained Glass Savior

Gah, I've wanted to write lately - poems or something meaningful. I've had nothing to pour out though and I hate that.

I got Settlers of Catan for Christmas and the expansion pack. I played it 3 nights in a row. I love board games. More then anything, I love the friends that come to play the board games, even if they block my 2-1 wheat port. Haha, I love strategy games, but I also hate them because usually the other persons strategy is to beat the other people playing (Which includes me) and they make moves, good moves, in order to do that and accomplish their task.

So, right now I'm working at our Junction City store for Alltel. Its a fairly rough place and in a bad area. I work by myself, and help take some shifts for a girl who usually works 60 hours a week here by herself. The other night 3 drunk guys came in and were causing trouble. I had to kick one guy out because he thought it was a good idea to light up a cigarette in the store. Of the other two, one kept getting in my face and poking me. I didn't feel nervous about this until, in my irritation, I made a sarcastic comment and I thought he was going to punch me. I did find myself, not praying for safety, but sincerely praying for them during the whole ordeal - because seriously, sarcasm or calling the cops will do nothing for them spiritually speaking. I was calm most of it, despite the hostility and its amazing what being calm but firm during hostility can do. Trust me, I could write a whole long post on the ridiculousness of our conversation with these drunk guys, but I'm done with that. The whole ordeal ended with them leaving and me realizing that while the one guy was all in my face, the other one stole a very small piece of equipment that was worthless to him, but costs us $220.

Today has been another "Fun" day. Because Alltel is officially being bought by Verizon on Friday, ALL of Alltels systems are down until Friday. So basically I'm getting paid to sit here and tell people I can't help them. So far, people don't believe me and want me to help them anyway. When I insist that I can't help them and explain the situation and how no Alltel in THE WHOLE COUNTRY can help them today, they ask when Lacey (The ONLY other employee here, and the one that is usually here) will be back (Implying that I just don't know what I'm doing).

I'm pretty apathetic today. I'm not even irriated by this, I'm just whatever.

I do have the most wonderful girlfriend in the world though. Shes beautiful and awesome and creative and I love her a lot. Shes going to Greenland in May. That is both awesome and sad, but I'm going to go visit her in Denmark Next January. And thats awesome.

Heres a vest she got me for Christmas that I really Like:



G'day

Tah-Dah!

I want to start off by saying, Tah-Dah is one of the toughest hyphenated words to know how to spell. It is also one of the toughest hyphenated words to look up the spelling for.

Below you will find my recent transformation. Forgive the stoned countenance that I have. The picture of me with long hair is the best one I have, and it unfortunately was with me wearing that expression. For comparing reasons, I had to reproduce that face with my new hair (Or lack of). I also for some reason have completely different skin tones, only supporting the "stoned look" idea.

This is not a permanent look-

It shall grow again. There is something purging about buzzing your head, I know this despite this only being my second time.

The first time, was at Nicks house and Tom, in his attempt, managed to to give me a somewhat small bald spot right in the back of my head.

Not so purging-

But symbolic still, I suppose.

But yes, purging. Not that I'm purging my life of anything, so I suppose maybe "releasing" is a better word. But I'm not "releasing" anything either, so I digress-

Sometimes its just good to change and start over.

This blog should have been much shorter.