Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Notes of the day:

CT scans don't take very long. Only about a minute and a half. But when the nurse says you can't swallow your saliva for that short of a time it is still really difficult to do. Especially when the whole reason you are there is sinus issues resulting in constant drainage down your throat.

The US government has the standard American family monetary problem, living outside of its means. All I'm saying is that if the debt keeps growing, pretty soon 20%+ of our annual budget will simply be interest payments. Yuck.

The new Mutemath single Blood Pressure is out on iTunes, along with the song Odd Soul. Its worth a listen to.

The only thing I don't like about OSX Lion so far is the inability to manually rearrange my desktops/full screen apps on mission control.

I got a twitter. I think i'd really like it if the musicians/celebrities/artists/athletes and such that I actually want to hear about would tweet 25% as much. As of now its ok.

A quote:

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” -Søren Kierkegaard (Not saying i'm an existentialist...., just saying its a good quote)

A Poem:

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land;
I hear them hail thy bright, ascendant star.
Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers; spent,
Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned.
Hast thou no wound?

No wound? No scar?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And piercèd are the feet that follow Me.
But thine are whole; can he have followed far
Who hast no wound or scar?
-Amy Carmichael

Growing up is hard.

Monday, August 1, 2011

have you read the script?
could you picture it?
... is it worth the risk?

everything i love
is on the line,
on these neon signs.

but i need to know- when you looked away,
was it something that i said? was it something that i said?
well okay, okay, i need you more than i did before.
now that the concrete is nearly set.

here in the second act i’m living in repair.
strange how the heart adapts when its pieces disappear.
and there, on page 28, i’m so tired of drying glue,
i begin my grand attempt at building something new.

though i tend to write
the epiphany more immediately,
i guess i’m trusting that there’s such a thing
as elegance in dissonance.

God, i’m skeptical of pulling scenes.
was it something that i said? was it something that i did?
please don’t get me wrong- i still need your help
as history repeats itself

here in the aftermath, i’m pulling at the seams.
strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine.
and there, on page 29, i find “new” and make it mine.
but i can't help casting shadows on all i leave behind.

maybe i could afford to change a bit...
even let go of the reigns?
every torn out page was worth the risk
now that the stakes have been raised.

so here in the final draft, i've given all i have. 
strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan.
there's nothing left on the page, but i'm okay with that,
for i found my resolution
was designed for stronger hands.
-Ryan O'Neal