Idiot Winded

There Should Be a New Post From Time to Time

2008-11-21T11:26:00.002-05:00

And this should be it. I have nothing to offer right now. It's cold and the son is sleeping.

2008-07-20T09:32:00.000-04:00

Che shirts for those who got obese on capitalism.

2008-05-24T23:01:00.000-04:00

2007-10-13T16:28:00.000-04:00

On the street behind us there's a lady who lives with her two kids Jonathan and Daniel. the reason I know her name is because she screams at them at the top of her lungs so loudly that even with the windows closed I hear her. Last night at 2am the police were pulled up at her place. I was hoping they were taking her away, but this afternoon she is a raving lunatic again hurling verbal abuse at her charges.

Peacock Youth

2007-10-08T15:06:00.001-04:00

Some of the Best Art is Framed by Windshields

2007-10-03T20:43:00.000-04:00

Last Thoughts on Myrtilla Miner Elementary

2007-09-29T22:07:00.000-04:00

in northeast amber, smiles
shoveled around, naming worms "Angel"
regretfully returning it all to the soil
a spark that shook me back
lingered days longer than comfortable
left me living younger, nervous again
was I 16 when the majesty of possibility riveted days together
into one washed sweep of tremors?
Someday others will own this hopeless
stack of calendars, every giggle and uncertain walk home
crunching trash and leaves marked,
with annotations and Hawthorne references to prison yard roses.
A beautiful bird winters where the sun never shone
and summers where the concrete laughter pool is dry
I come, and leave then come again
but never pass a night on beds of rats and glass
the shrieks of bad dreams come my way
but not like those in the nest of sadness.
On sunday nights in broken chairs
a mother braids a sad belle's hair
who looks more us
than she does they
but dances on riverbanks among those who seem her own
planting oaks on pollution flows.
Age becomes apparent when one's youth is stirred again
the flickers of gloom vision penetrate
musty urine odored corridors
where glancing about I concentrate
on the possibility of conjuring magic thoughts
of innocent complexity
to life
and the young, but I graying soon at 26
felt once more like a man too young to vote or drive after dark
the radio song is sketchy mournful
and I can see how all that poetry was possible.

View From a Park Smelling Like Urine in Santa Fe

2007-09-27T20:51:00.000-04:00

The morning had begun in Fairfax at 4:00am, riding in a shuttle over icy streets to Dulles. Checking in I found out I was on the terrorist watchlist, and could no longer print myown boarding passes. Switched planes around breakfast time in Denver and then traveled down the length of the front range over snow covered emptiness to Albuquerque, picked up rental car and took scenic route north to Santa Fe. Stopped for lunch at a restaurant where the guacamole is made at the table then checked into a 4 star hotel (thank you priceline), and began wandering the city. Sunset found us in a city park on the north side of town populated by bums and winos. Later we would swim in the heated rooftop pool under the stars as the temperature fell into the 30's.

"I think life chose me after all"

2007-09-25T17:54:00.000-04:00

I used to say beautiful words about little things they ignored
and it meant so much
every day hurt, and seemed worthy of recording
so I carried a book and a pen about
scribbling what I could never express in the space between my lips and the world
I would ruin relationships born of poetry
with the anthologies I carried from the past on pocket flattened folded filler paper
presented in passing to all the ones who seemed everything for a moment
before something flashier dashed in front of me
or glimmered in gloom just beyond my vision
promised but never realized.
I can't say I suffer now,
but my writing sure does
and this weighs me down
knowing my wife, my child are deserving of adoring poem
my workaday fatigue seems incapable of expressing
the vibrancy and desire, the truth
that I carry in all my thoughts.

Camping at Ramsey's draft

2007-09-24T18:52:00.000-04:00

Cape Henry, Virginia

2007-09-20T16:25:00.001-04:00

Things That Were

2007-09-19T20:13:00.000-04:00

Virginia Beach Pier

2007-09-18T21:11:00.001-04:00

We spent MLK weekend there in 2006, Grace's first nights away from home. We'd found a decent hotel with an oceanfront room for only 40 dollars a night. The first night we were there it snowed. We dined on crabcakes in near empty restaurants, and toured the aquarium. Grace slept through most of the trip.

2007-09-16T13:36:00.000-04:00

2007-09-15T12:45:00.000-04:00

Blackwater

2007-09-14T21:24:00.000-04:00

Still Miss Flagstaff

2007-09-13T21:32:00.000-04:00

To be listening to wild jazz in an Irish Pub in the old District or to be all alone driving a pick up across the dry riverbed of the Little Colorado onto the Rez and dodge grazing sheep amid the bunch grass as I cruised slowly through the deep pink sand along the riverbank wiping out the rattlesnake tracks with my tread, moving slowly north in search of a rock outcropping known for its petroglyphs and all the while watching for any herders to come at me with a gun telling me to get off their land. Happy evenings vainly sitting by a water tank in the pinyon juniper lowlands surrounded by shotgun shell casings of lazy hunters, waiting for an elk to come get himself photographed, instead only watching the sun set against the countless cinder cones to the west and hearing the screech of the stellar Jay as it searched amidst the sappy needles for a nut or two.

Digital Camel

2007-09-10T21:29:00.000-04:00

Worst Hotel in the Scranton Area

2007-08-10T20:34:00.000-04:00

Horrible

yo la tengo - tom courtenay (fib 98)

2007-05-18T21:22:00.001-04:00

Mercury Rev - Car Wash Hair

2007-05-18T21:02:00.001-04:00

My favorite song in February 1993.

Slowdive - Alison

2007-02-17T23:01:00.001-05:00

Neutral Milk Hotel - Song Against Sex

2007-02-17T22:47:00.005-05:00

Jasper-A View From My Hike

2007-02-14T10:21:00.001-05:00

LSD Educational Video (Part 2)

2007-02-13T21:56:00.001-05:00

2007-02-04T21:59:00.000-05:00

Anza Borrego

2007-02-01T22:29:00.000-05:00

Two years ago...

2006-12-31T14:07:00.000-05:00

2006-05-31T22:26:00.000-04:00

I made this horrible decision in the summer of 95 to share an apartment in Richmond with this crazy ass fundamentalist womanizer type. I woke up at 4am once and found him standing in the streetlit dimness of the door to my room. I began to try and speak, but he hushed me with "I'm just watching you sleep, brother."
To this day, I wonder if he would've murdered me had my keen ears not alerted me to his predawn presence.
Kevin has now found this guy's myspace site. Apparently he's no longer into evangelism, which is a good thing, but I think he's as messed up as ever. You can see his site by going to kevin's.

More pics of the man of the hour

2006-05-08T21:43:00.000-04:00

Exactly what is that wet spot from anyway?

Happy Birthday Ryan!

2006-05-08T20:07:00.000-04:00

Long lost shots of the current 30 year old at the tadpole-esque age of 20 enjoying the views at Yellowstone and the Badlands.

Sturgeon Bay, Ontario

2006-04-30T16:37:00.000-04:00

This was our last camping stop before arriving at Pete's new home in Syracuse. We were a bit dissapointed with how far it was from the actual waters of the much bigger and wilder Georgian Bay.

Bone Dry and Dusty at 8,000ft. elev

2006-04-29T20:37:00.000-04:00

This was our camp site the first night of the trip, 7/31/02 in California's White Mtns. near the bristlecone pine groves.

By the Shores of Cass Lake, MN

2006-04-29T20:32:00.000-04:00

I was a lot fatter in the days when I hung out in the Chippewa Nat'l Forest. That's Brandy behind me trying to catch something out of the swimmer's itch infected waters of little invisible toe nibbling fish and camp sites populated by vast colonies of blood sucking black flies inspiring early tent turn ins.

Mono not Stereo

2006-04-29T20:27:00.000-04:00

In the land of brine, flies and salt bush I paid three bucks to walk down by the putrid waters of the government lake once so much deeper before all the Jake Geddes investigated water diversions of the early 20th century.

"Forget it Jake. It's Chinatown."

Abandoned Mining Shack on the Inyo Nat'l Forest

2006-04-28T21:59:00.000-04:00

Owens Valley from US395 and Borrego Palm Canyon

2006-04-28T21:49:00.000-04:00

These are the first in a series of pics from my 2002 trip from San Diego to Syracuse via Burns, OR and Sudbury, ONT with Pete and Brandy.

You held it in the doorway and you cast against the pointed island breeze

2006-01-16T20:11:00.000-05:00

Cape Henry lighthouse-the first public works project of the US govt. Built in 1792.

Catching pebbles for some sandy beach

2006-01-16T19:58:00.000-05:00

A terrible picture, no doubt, but I couldn't recall ever seeing the full moon rise above the atlantic before, like a locomotive light coming out of a tunnel.
Maybe we would've seen it in the night along Washington's Ozette coast, but the Pacific fogs were too thick.

And I'm mumbling and I can't remember the last thing that ran through my head

2006-01-16T19:53:00.000-05:00

"I need directions to an eatin' place."
overheard in a hotel lobby

a childlike vision leaping into view

2006-01-02T13:57:00.000-05:00

Way on down the diamond-studded highway where you wander

2006-01-01T21:47:00.000-05:00

I will never grow so old again...

2006-01-01T21:44:00.000-05:00

The first day of the new year seemed like a good enough time to return to blogging, after having deleted my previous site due to the arrival of a new baby, and to calm my wife's nerves since she worried some senior citizens with minds muddled by medicare reform were going to come and lynch me for some comments I made about their behavior in low quality, chain buffets.
That said, I'm back to offend, and delight, and bore and everything under the sun.