Dear Mr. President...
Friday, January 25, 2008
i don't feel the need to say anything on this one.
thank you pink, for saying it for us.
The Dreaming Tree...
Standing here, the old man said to me:
"Long before these crowded streets, here stood my Dreaming Tree."
Below it he would sit, for hours at a time;
Now progress takes away what forever took to find.
And now he's falling hard,
He feels the falling dark;
How he longs to be beneath his Dreaming Tree...
- dave matthews
i found this old picture of my poppi, my dad's dad, in an old photo album last night. it struck me and i immediately had to post it. i wish you could see the expression on his face in the photo, unfortunately my scanner isn't the greatest. his face is glazed over and he's showing the smallest hint of a smile... i listened to before these crowded streets this afternoon and had to repeat this song as it always hits me. divine coincidence.
Sleeping to dream about you...
google "sleep" and that's one of the first pictures that comes up. i promise i'll get back to using more original photos from myself and others that i know, rather than the generics found on my beloved google.
"sleeping to dream" is a beautiful song that expresses a feeling that only jason could possibly put into words. i highly recommend his music, if i've never whored him to you before, i'm doing it right now. check him out on itunes or HERE.
until tomorrow my friends, thanks for reading and good night! (even though it's 3am!)
Wild Aurora...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
i do believe that my sister, woof, took this picture herself. a 'self-portrait' maybe, of her gazing into the wilderness that she loves so much. or i could be way off, it could have been taken by a gelfling named materhead in the parking lot of a wal-mart. some things, we may never know. whatever the case, this one is for you my woofer.
the song, "american child" is by john denver. a singer who has truly meant a lot to all in my family. so many of his songs have strong meaning to us and will always be something that we share. this, describing ro so correctly. the song continues...
can you picture the time when a man had to find
his own way through the cold?
to come back again to all that you've been,
can't you see that its time to come home?
to the flowers and seas and the rivers and the trees
and the earth who's the mother of all...
a promise once made - will it shine, will it fade,
will we rise with the vision or fall?
Warm Coca-Cola...
for the record here, there are few things in this world more disgusting or that bother me more than warm coca-cola. first off, i'm a pepsi man myself so coke has a handicap from the get-go, but the only whiskey i'll drink is gentleman jack, and i'll only drink that with real coke. so the scales are nearly balanced, until you sip a nice, warm coke... what is it that the coca-cola does to you that makes you grit your teeth together only to have to listen to that awful noise echo in your cranium? other warm "cola" products such as pepsi, rc and hell, even sam's choice don't have that effect! so what is it about coca-cola that makes me want to shoot myself in the little toe??? warm coke: my newest pet peeve i suppose.
Multiple personalities...
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
this photo is absolute genius for so many reasons. it captures such emotion and provocative heartache. and because of that, it spent months as my desktop background. the artist, sheila, is a multi-talented artist out of ny/nj. do check her out HERE.
the quote is from the best made for tv movie of all time, 'sybil.' sybil first aired on tv in november of 1976 and starred a young sally field as sybil and joanne woodward as the quoted dr. cornelia wilbur. if you've never seen the movie, i highly recommend it, as it's a harrowing look into a woman with 13 full-fledged personalities.
E! True Hollywood Story: The Story Behind Soy Sauce Packets & Epiphanies...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
so i'm not sure if you're anything like me, but being the 'off the cuff cuisine' chef that i am, i try not to let anything go to waste. you know, when you bring home some bk or mickey d's, and after consuming your poor excuse for food, have ketchup packets or sauce shots left over that you throw in the door and forget about. same goes for chinese food, and you know they always give you enough sauce to put out a fire at the pentagon with your order. you throw them in your refrigerator door and forget about them. then one day you're trying to impress some last minute guests that have decided to stay at your place for dinner and all you have in your 'gourmet' kitchen are some ramen noodles, frozen veggies and some leftover grilled chicken from last weekend's cookout. the makings of a superb, on-the-fly stirfry. but wait, OH SHIT!, how are you going to make a sauce for your stirfry with no sauce? you look in the fridge and all you see is a bottle of ketchup, french's mustard (i use the term mustard loosely when describing french's), and a jar of pickle juice. oh no, what to do, what to do. then you bust open the butter holder, that invariably has never seen a stick of butter in it's life, and VOILA! soy sauce, duck sauce, hot mustard! packets, but instant chinkychow sauce nonetheless! each one of those packets, collected over time, came from a meal, inevitably eaten over conversation, an argument or during a lone lunch of self-reflection, came from a time and place in the past. as are our lessons learned. we learn through the years how to cope, how to inspire, how to teach, and how to live. we don't always remember those lessons, as we throw condiment packets in the fridge we throw life-lessons into the back of our heads, until one day we find ourself in a situation where it becomes relevant and we pull them from the back of our minds as to not waist the advice and lessons of the past. the moral of this story, and the linking of it to my blog- our life experiences are our 'soy sauce packets,' our hidden links to our experiences of our past...
e·piph·a·ny - noun - a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience. [www.dictionary.com]
the epiphanies that we experience in life, questions or situations that we find ourselves in, and don't know how to resolve, can most often be solved my raking our brains in search of a 'soy sauce packet.' an answer to a question. a solution to a problem.
and so this, this blog, is simply an ever-expanding culmination of soy sauce packets in my butter box or lessons learned, and the epiphanies or predicaments that have helped to make room for more butter in my fridge...
and a HUGE shout out goes out to electa francis baker-thompson III for "leasing" me the title.
A little slice of Heaven: Prime Pocono Real Estate For Sale...
not sure if anyone is looking for property in the poconos, but this prime piece of real estate is for sale. it has all the premium ammenities you could possibly need, with the exception of the two missing outer walls. and the internal walls that would divide a normal house into seperate rooms. and it's not confirmed, but i assume that it also lacks indoor plumbing. as you can see from the photo, it may also need some work done on the roof. but really, it's in move in condition if you have a few tarps laying around. also, as a signing bonus you get the car that's parked in the mud driveway next to the house... most likely a 1979 ford pinto wagon or similar. it's had that cover on it since '83, so i'm sure it's in great shape too! and think about it, you can use the car cover as a temporary roof while you're working on the electrical wiring. i know you can't see the phone number in the picture, but if you're interested, let me know and i'll get the number and more details for you!
A peaceful place to call home...
i wish i could take credit for this awesome photo, but alas, i cannot. i found it HERE.
the song, i just heard for the first time since... high school maybe??? "home" by blessid union of souls, sure you remember them, they had that hit song "i believe" back in the mid to late 90's. classics they are; after hearing it on the radio i dug out my old album. yes, yes, a classic indeed. Read more...
Hurt is not the word...
Monday, January 21, 2008
as much as i hate to say it, as the photographer of this photo deserves all the credit in the world for this shot, i don't know who did it... i found it on the internet some time ago...
the lyrics are from one of the only johnny cash songs that i intentionally downloaded on itunes, "hurt", and one of the last that he recorded before he passed away.
check out johnny's website HERE.
Dear Chicago...
this photo is from a series i did called "vices." one of the last times that i used my slr camera...
the song? why that's ryan adams, not bryan adams, from the song "dear chicago."
you can check him out HERE.
How 'bout you...
Sunday, January 20, 2008
this photo was taken in the backyard of my sister's house, "the nichols menagerie", in dandridge, tennessee during the thanksgiving festivities of 2007...
the song, "how 'bout you" is by the yonder mountain string band, a group i never would have heard had it not been for my sister living in the "nichols menagerie."
take a gander at the yonder HERE.
God shines His light...
the photo was taken by my friend john of a sunset in california, from the front seat of his car...
the lyrics are from the song "God shines His light" by another friend of mine from California, Dallon.
check out dallon's beats HERE.
Goodnight New York...
Saturday, January 19, 2008
the photo was taken from the driver's seat of my car while heading down 42nd street a few days ago...
the lyrics are from the tune "goodnight new york" by one of my absolute favorite bands of all time... zach macko & far north, from their new album "the doorway"...
check them out at www.zachmacko.com
tongs in the bathroom...
Monday, January 14, 2008
true story.
it happened at a bar in hoboken, which we'll call "the path". it's a busy friday night, and there is a great band playing upstairs. my female friend and i head downstairs to the bathroom, of which the men's room consists only of a couple of urinals and the ladies room of 2 stalls. the line for the ladies room is characteristically long, and the men's non-existant. (mostly because men don't bother washing their hands or arguably because we don't have to take the time to sit.) i return from the men's room to find my lady friend, who we'll call dubbz, as that's her name still standing where i left her, and the three ladies in front of her are banging furiously on the locked door. after a few minutes of this and quite a bit of trucker-style girl talk, the door is unlocked. inside you hear the moans of what sounds to be two chimpanzees humping like there's no tomorrow in one of the two stalls. that was funny, but the most entertaining part of this story involves the other stall. it consisted of a bowl, packed, not full, packed with a hefty helping of toilet paper. god only knows what else made up this bowl of stew, but it was plugged up to the brim and slowly dripping to the floor. the yelling ensued, the banging on the apparent 'double occupancy' stall continued. when finally and without warning, in walks "pancho the peruvian cook." donning nothing less than the traditional chef whites and apron and a pair of kitchen tongs. at this point, i don't think i need go on, but i will. with nothing but moans and moist-suction as a soundtrack, pancho digs into the toilet with his tongs, most likely previously laden with fried food particles, and scoops out the larger chunks of stew into an awaiting garbage can. he flushes the 'stewpot' and climbs the stairs back to his post in the kitchen. i can only hope that he threw out those tongs, though i'm sure we'd be lucky if he rinsed them under some cold water. i've never eaten in 'the path' nor will i ever after this incident. as for the chimpanzees, i never got a look at the two brazen skanks in the stall, although i would have loved to see their faces as they walked from the stall into the crowded hallway of angry ladies in urgent need of the stewpot...
the positive to this story: dubbz and i met some cool people while waiting for pancho and the chimpanzees to free up the bathroom as we shared instant cammraderie with the other folks in line, joining in the banging and chanting in the hallway...
UPDATE: (1/3/06) i was kindly reminded by my lady friend dubbz as to two parts of this story that i left out...i don't know how i forgot but i did.
1- during the banging on the stall while the chimps were banging and pancho was working on the stew, the other lovely ladies in the bathroom were tossing wet paper towel balls over the stall onto the humpers...it didn't stop them though...i guess that viagra stuff really works! go pfizer!
2- perhaps the most poignant part of the story, again not sure how i forgot this, blazened upon the stall wall in the ladies room were the words, and i quote: "THE ONLY BUSH I TRUST IS MY OWN!" i couldn't have said it any better myself. and it fit so well with the situation...
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