A More Perfect Union

This speaks for itself. And no, it's not just the lofty ideals, it's the issues he raises and the stance he takes on enough issues that have decided it for me. 36min.

Erin go Bragh

Well, I worked until 11:30am, so I made as much of the night as possible. When I got to Magoo's everyone was already there, of course, and they'd already stopped serving the green beer. (Ah well.)

So I had a Killian's Irish Red, one of the better beers (most beer just tastes like shit). I danced the crap out of one song, and realized just how out of shape I am, and need to work on that! But it was a good song, and I danced like a demon. (Well, like no one was watching anyway.)

After an hour of hanging out and meeting some new people, I'm home and still sober and I've got myself one of those cheap plastic green hats (yeeeeaahhhh!). That beats the cover charge (boo).

It was fun. I was hoping to hang out with some of my new friends from work, but that was, sadly, a bust. Still, Gary, Miguel and Katie are always a pleasure to hang out with. (Respect.)

All in all, it could have been better, but it was still fun.

Silence is Golden

Don't mistake my silence for inactivity!

There are many things afoot these days. Between whispered epiphanies and glimmers of possibility, between the restless wordless nights and the frenzied unfathomable days, between a quest for satisfaction and a fear of reversion...

I have existed in that place, and continue to do so.

The snow melts. It threatens to return, but Spring will win out in the end.

My chest beats with purpose and the fire of inspiration... but my tongue remains still until I know where my feet stand (when they aren't lifting off the ground).

My heart screams poetry, but my mind warns caution.

Words demand release, but my feeble fingers cannot give them shape. My unpracticed lips cannot give them voice.

I must clean.

I must clear away.

I must recreate myself.

I am ready for it all...

...and scared to death.