The pictures I got developed

At walgreens on a tuesday.
there's something more, in-the-moment, about these than those taken digitally.
each moment captured on film is frozen in time,
film is precious, something you don't waste.
these moments are not wasted moments.

My other family

It trips me out that KZSC is my fraternity.
I'll move furniture and bodies for fellow KZSCers.
For anyone who has been to a too long election edition staff meeting, where the pizza ran out too quick.
For anyone who has that over-stuffed or empty mailbox.
For anyone who remembers the couch before the purple couch.

Its a strange family, but you don't fuck with my family. KraZySC.

Post Thanksgiving.

Woke at noon-ish.
For breakfast: broke an egg over some left-over turkey and a cup of coffee.
Morning's activity: untangling Christmas lights.
Afternoon's activity: decorating the forest with Christmas lights.

Forgotten time

i left for work early this morning.

the alarm sounded, and i promptly put a put of water on the stove.

i washed my face and found clothes to wear.

i cleaned a bit: beer bottles here and pizza boxes there.

the water was boiling and i prepared my mug for tea.

as it brewed, i readied my bag and changed the clocks for daylight savings.

by then, i had to get my shoes and head out the door, only sipping my tea once: it was too hot and late.

i unlocked the front door, looked back and say bye to the cat.

i'm at work, and the tea still steeping.

steam billowing above, the ghost of a morning missed.

-Sunday November 4th

Another moment.

Another moment of irie.

Summer 2012 photo family.

Last year, I took pictures of fire hydrants and mail boxes in the area I was living in for the summer.
The summer before that, it was front lawns / gardens.
This summer, its intersection boxes.
Here are a few.

 Palm tree.

 Seagull.

Red thing and Yellow thing.

my to-do List

my afternoon of breathing the september air,
i drove in the sun, unaware of the time of day.
i should build a sundial.
but where? find irie, that's where.

Fellow creatures.

last time i did laundry, i was greeted by two collared dogs.
from the neighborhood, i assumed.
i named one Buttercup and the other Buttercup's bodyguard.
wish i took a picture.

A Memo from Santa's workshop

To: Santa

From: Chief Gumdrop

Subject: Status report

Lastly delivery of gifts: wrapped, labeled, ready.

Awaiting next delivery soon: next time she makes an impulse buy we're guessing.

Over and out.

One morning:

there are so many shades of green i see.
all crisps. all reflecting the morning sun.
all branches are still. my morning call, the music i chose, echos.
a breeze tickles and wakens the leaves.
it shines light on the web a spider made during the night. never breaking to the breeze.
it is shining in the distance like a forest fairy's tight rope.
the branches wave and i say hello back.
i'm pretty sure this is what it feels to be irie.

written wednesday 3, october 2012. at 9:40. photo taken is my backyard.

A Note about myself.

I don't like movie theater popcorn.
My religion is music.
My politics are peace.
The valiant Spaceman Spiff is a hero of mine.

And here's a photo of me at Sasquatch Music Festival, 2012. Washington.

Today's pleasure.

cup of coffee. comfy chair. and a book. don't bother me, i'm reading.

A Note from the backseat

Friday September 21st, 2012

watching the wires slowly dip and raise
between posts and bends in the road
the spinning windmills, half working, half still.
there's something bizarre about it.
but the view keeps changing,
the hills in the distance touch the horizon,
traintracks cutting through once.
those rolling hills are kissing the sky.
i'm jealous, but the view keeps moving.

A Memo from work

beep.beep.beep.
tick.toc.tick.toc.
it is all I hear.
just noise. beep.
the season changes from the window.
all I hear is noise.
tick.toc.tick.toc.
beep.beep.beep.

Note font and color.

These are features I have yet to figure out.
My apologies to those who love a fancy jazzy blog.
"What an awful hostess she was." They will say.
But please note, I'm simply stoned.
Instead of font and color, I present to you a picture I took. It has color.

Somewhere in Berkeley, California. September 2012.

Note the time and date.

Blink. Blink. Blink. blink. Things thought and other things.
The curser just sits there. blink. The mind's a blinking blank.
Please note the time and date. blink. Wasted time wishes for a wash.
Blink. Blink. Blink. publish.