Sunday, December 27, 2009

things on the internet

a picture of a guy jumping from the world trade center.
more like diving.
head down and falling.
130 mph.
zooming.
zoom zoom zoom
off into the wild blue yonder.
this guy.
who was he? i dunno
some guy. some unfortunate man.
just trying to pay the rent.
zooooom.
like a bullet.
a slow moving bullet. tracing it's path with a photog's lens.
windows whipping past, eating smoke and shattered glass.
motionless limbs emitting noise.
like a flag in high winds.

things have been written about this guy before.
i believe even a short doc.
but i didn't know about him until a few hours ago.
a 'google,' search that lead me to this guy.
a simple depression of some keys on my mac, and i see him.
a man suspended in air.
who died so many years ago.
a lifetime ago.

the alamo
uss maine
pearl harbor

zooooom.
he doesn't look like the others. those men and women holding hands; shoe-less joe jackson's, terrorized by...by...i can't say.
it's something foreign to me.
never been pushed so far.
so far as to jump from a building - 100s of feet up.
always had options.
remain behind a wall until the bullets stopped.

and there's no point in wondering what went through his mind in those moments.
they probably wouldn't make sense.
sense was gone, im sure.
just energy. reptilian brain waves and adrenaline.
i think.


Friday, December 25, 2009

on christmas

some pix of dear ole saint nick.
and no, none of these men are sex offenders...
yet...
plus she said she was 18...
and she seemed to like it...
etc., etc.
enjoy.









Saturday, December 19, 2009

seriosly considering...

getting a pooch.
a dog.
canis lupus familiaris.
visited the pound recently. nothing but black-eyed pitbull's waiting to clamp down on some unsuspecting mail-person.
or kid.
or me.

but i don't wanna to become one of those 'dog guys.'
walking their pure-bred german sheppard named diablo.
w/ a beer gut gleaned from speciality micro-brews.
and boneless chicken wings.
walking the coast in teva sandals.
scheduling my time around Laker games.
devoting weekends towards fantasy football,
and the current real-estate market.
i dont want to be that.
big calves.
profiles on eHarmony.
nights alone w/diablo, nooshing theatre-flavored popcorn.
diablo licking his nuts, then taking a popped kernel of corn from my mouth.
no.
but i do want a dog.
so when i'm gone, the pooch is guarding the compound.
barking @ the degenerate hoodlums that creep in the streets.
waiting for me to come home.
to sit.
and to smile.
- tail wagging, ears forward.
good boy...


Thursday, December 17, 2009

trench art

kind of. or at least art conceived in the trenches.
reminds me of the stuff i used to sketch.
matter of fact, think i'll scan some of pissed off christoff's doodles soon.
but until then...






and sorry, don't know the artist (s).

Sunday, December 13, 2009

carl sagan

just started reading mr. sagan.
impressive.
what took me so long?