birdland revealed

unaccustomed to seeing so many pelicans soaring so high above the bridge,
the staring bicyclist swerves into a pedestrian and falls. motorists brake, heads turn,
a windy day.

the sudden sun, the glitter of the sea, the city far and built.

talking to a pillow near a lamp, the phone balanced on an ear, mumbling some,
making sense, sensing this, sensing the occurrence
of time, the long life of a late night past.
the door opens
and closes, the window lifted just enough for a breeze.
a cat in the street.

purposefully imagining a rollercoaster while trying to shampoo,
while trying to lather, rinse, repeat. listening to jazz music,
keeping music in mind.

this shared such-and-such, this smile. resist it, resist every last word,
resist the lie, resist when you wonder whether you'd rather be invisible
or fly.

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what the world will say one day

And a Man sat alone, drenched deep in sadness. And all the animals drew near to him and said, "We do not like to see you so sad. Ask us for whatever you wish and you shall have it."
The Man said, "I want to have good sight." The vulture replied, "You shall have mine."
The Man said, "I want to be strong." The jaguar said, "You shall be strong like me."
Then the Man said, "I long to know the secrets of the earth." The serpent replied, "I will show them to you."
And so it went with all the animals. And when the Man had all the gifts that they could give, he left.
Then the owl said to the other animals, "Now the Man knows much, he'll be able to do many things. Suddenly I am afraid."
The deer said, "The Man has all that he needs. Now his sadness will stop."
But the owl replied, "No. I saw a hole in the Man, deep like a hunger he will never fill. It is what makes him sad and what makes him want. He will go on taking and taking, until one day the World will say, 'I am no more and I have nothing left to give.'"

- Apocalypto

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the wait, the hunt

five email replies in a day, crazy. in an afternoon! when the fog-breeze blows, as they say, sometimes it's strong enough to knock your hat off.

so: some doin's a-transpirin'. we hope.

i met a guy the other day who just got back from Tanzania, climbed Kilimanjaro. so cool. in a related thought, "Filles De Kilimanjaro" might be my favorite Miles Davis song. i've never read Hemingway's story, though. but someday.

everyone's up to something,
every day has a price

my friend danced like a monkey,
and checked me for lice.

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this is for someone

such is all because I love
for her in some way some
how why it is this say what
when here we are not so near
never far so silent thus this
thought this there where we
wonder why we wonder
why

this is for someone that I miss
someone that I wish was here
beside me if she was only if
I wouldn't write this
I would touch her
only touch her
snuggle and sleep
and smell
and smile

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high sierra rules

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saluton

that's how you say hello in esperanto. saluton. i like it. thank you is dankon. and cheers is... okay, i don't know what cheers is. wikipedia doesn't say. i guess cheers in esperanto is just ... "cheers". i always said that hello, thank you and cheers were the three most importante phrases to know in any language. or, the only three phrases that you really had to know to get by. hello, thank you, cheers.

this is true. i think.

did you know that William Shatner made a horror movie with dialogue entirely in esperanto? did you? well, it's true.

tonite i lost at poker, first one out. played some katamari, a great game -- you just pick up shit. roll around, pick up cows and cars and trees and tractors and relaxing dudes and windmills and giant octopi. good fun.

the Budos Band is good.

hey, you should get pando. yes, you. seriously. get it and tell me you've got it. then, when i hear an album i really like, i can email it to you. not email in the conventional sense. no, i can "pando" it to you -- alert you to this shared-file opportunity and then share it, via pando. and in the same way, you can pando shit to me. not just music. whatever files you might like to send my way. anyway, do it. it's fun. i even know of a pando group where people share music, via my friend Saleema, if you want to get in on that, too. pandorama!

John From Cincinnati sucks and Flight of the Conchords rules. doy.

my Netflix queue is all weird.

i want to go back to Southeast Asia. or elsewhere. why not? what's so great about here, besides beer and baseball and pando and my bed that i sleep late in? and my friends, jerks and sweethearts that they are.

stupid money. stupid life, here we are.

gisla revido means goodbye. and forfikigu means fuck you.

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