The Daily Grind

*Ring* --Snooze
*Ring Ring* --Snooze
*Ring Ring Ring* -- Ugh

I feel we all (eventually) get caught in what some people call "the daily grind" also known as "the usual routine". Get up, get dressed, goto work, come home, eat and, do it all over again. This happens when we, as costumers, put ourselves into the system and start making payments on debt we have collected. These payments can include rent, car payments, credit cards or whatever. Dylan's song, Working Mans Blues #2 comes to mind. Basically, it's a cycle that is always continuous and never changing for most of the people in the western world. It's pointless, boring and most of all...unethical and wrong.

I've been caught in the snare by "the man". He's got me by the balls and I'm crying. I need to escape as soon as possible.

Going to a four year university has its perks. Parties, knowledge, atmosphere, culture. All these things influence us to become better people. But, when we graduate, most of us will have collected right around 50 thousand dollars in student loan debt. A pretty hefty sum of money. Say goodbye and welcome to the grind.

The only way I see it possible to escape the institution is to never enter it to begin with. Never collect debt. Yet, it's nearly impossible...the system is set up to enforce debt on the common man. Many people don't have a choice, they must take out loans to survive. It's wrong. It's fascist.

The bottom line is... The bottom line rules us all. There must be a balance between living selfishly and giving to others when you have a surplus.

Ah yea, Grammatical errors baby.

Every take a grammar class? Why not? I don't blame you. They suck. Diagraming sentences is probably the lamest thing I've ever had to do in my academic career. I know it's all for the better good though. Anyways, working on part II of "Giving the Gift" right now well, at least the 2nd story that is going to be inserted in. <--- should never end a sentence with a preposition.

Summer is going well aside from losing 500 dollars. Just found a roommate for next semester, that takes a lot of pressure off of me. Also, work is going well too.

Nothing much of consequence lately. Short post.

Later Tater

"Reserving judgement is a matter of infinite hope."-- F. Scott Fitzgerald-- The Great Gatsby

Here today...

It's funny how a believer in Karma (like myself) can seemingly get completely screwed a majority of the time. It's been a tough few weeks for me financially and today I just discovered 500 dollars of mine...missing? What the hell? I hope it's helping whoever happened upon my stash by whatever means. But seriously, if you have my money please give it back. I know times are tough and things are sucking right now but think of your neighbor man. Think of your neighbor.

Come visit me! I'll be behind the bar quite a bit the next few weeks. Beef O'Brady's in Twinsburg. Ask for Will.

Peace

Still...

Catching the clock at 12:34 1:23 2:34

Is this normal?

A couple cool little pictures for everybody.
Taken on my new camera.
Groovy eh?











If I were a key
I would be in
un-obvious
un-imagined
un-thought-of
how the hell did it get there places

Down the street
From Ordinary

In the bottom of coffee cans
In shoes
Between rhythm
and blues

Dark corners
Fuzzy memories
dreams that slip-- free

Returning
half as vivid
and twice as moving

Igniting a switch
the kind of which
has never been heard
or been seen
or been smelled before

spending time
writing reason and rhyme
during thinking season
noses to the floor

searching
just searching...
for locks that mate
the key

And maybe lost treasure explodes from our mouthes
And maybe doors lock to keep us out
And maybe skeletons in closets make way for new wardrobes

Or maybe not

Maybe we spend time writing rhyme
for wrong reasons

Words are pleasin'
only to those who hear them
or see them

What about beat
stomping of feet
clapping of hands

Percussion bands
made from red knees
and shoes with more soul than
James Brown and The King put together

It's humanity
in United Tribal Harmony
That's the key
That's the reason
That's the -- stop

And Listen

It's beatin
It's beatin
It's beatin

Bum bum di dum
speaks eternal drums
from times when
the sun was our most treasured
commodity

Bum bum di dum
echoes through church halls
and hospital wards
and libraries
where thinking minds spread silence

Shh...
There are no words
to describe
the flow of the soul
through ones body...

bum bum
only beat
di dum
only beat
bum bum
only beat
di dum
only beat
only beat
only
bum bum di dum
bum bum

Notes from Bonnaroo:
(These have been pulled from my notebook, documenting June 12th-15th)

June 11th 2008 (My Birthday)
77 South 6:40pm
West Virginia

Vegitative mountains cascade across the horizon. The overall feeling of the drive has improved greatly since the serpent bit the Focus's hoof. The average speed of this stretch is somewhere between mellow and boredom. The only thing holding us together is the universal sense of adventure and the promise of a fucking rightous week. Funds are stable. Moral is high. Traffic is closing in around us and cruise control is our only companion on this dreaded decaying highway to Graceland.

June 15th 2008
2:27am

It's the final long day of what has become yet another wild existance within the drug economy city-state known as Bonnaroo. The days may melt together but, my peeling sunburnt nose doesn't hold any biases. This year rain clouds replace dust clouds, teeny boppers replace hippies. Zealous Metallica fans bring alcohalic rowdiness to new extreames. The old and true Bonnaroo is still within reach on the horizon. I'm glad the spirit still lingers guarding the drug zombie's rights to be drug zombies. Zombie. Drugs. Music. Peace. Harmony. Splash.

Bonnaroo:
We are products of:
1. Rain showers that begin with
a crashing cymbol
Pieces of a corporate social consciousness
2. Twisted views of stereotypes
and happy birthday symphonies
Drugged Dust Clouds
Hippie Haze
3. 3 days of Valhala
sold to the highest bidder
Packaged, Marketable
Uneasy settling
uneasy acceptance of authority
they took the baby's umbrella

Overheard:

"It'll be alright", he said "Just try it"

"I'm at Bonnaroo, can we talk later?"

"So where are you from?"
"Oklahoma"
"Ontario"
"Charleston South Carolina"
"I'm from New Jersey, trust me, I'm not the typical New Jersey resident"
"New York"
"Michigan, Detroit"
"Cincinatti"

Some are here to "find themselves" while others are looking for a "good fucking time". Bonnaroo is a catalyst for so many good things. Pure human existance. Exstacy.