The yourh of today is...

The youth of today is a bunch of ignorant, arrogant weasels! Get off yer ass and start a riot or something. How about you make a change and start a re.volu.tion??? I mean, playin' world of warcraft ain't gonna change a thing and you are NOT important!

5/31/09 - A Night at the Niwot Tavern - Recorded Stream of Conscience Pt. I

Part 1:

I'm back at the tavern - the Niwot tavern. Its only about a block from my house. I came here last night for the $2 beer special. Its ongoing every weekend. What a change - last night this place was bustling with crazy old drunk characters telling stories of their pasts, present and future - dreams - ambitions; spilling out like vomit from a bucket in a stomach flu ward.

I spent the day in the mountains. I traversed probably 10 miles of severe mountain road. (blub blub blub blub) Its left me with a horrible case of gas. The rain clouds are spilling over the mountains into town. Its like a slow moving behemoth. A lot of rumbling, grumbling - flashing, but not a drop of rain to speak of. It was raining like crazy in the hills today. Nearly sank my truck twice.

This is the most wonderful, magical time of the year. The rain makes every ting green and lush. The canyon was glowing with a neon, fresh-growth green fresh outta a Ken Kesey acid test. It was good just to be in the hills again. Last summer gas was too expensive to spend much time exploring. Hopefully this summer won't be a repeat.

Part 2:

The sky oozes with electricity as the storm rolls over the mountains into the flatlands. I live too close to the foot hills of Colorado for any real storms to occur. We rarely get snow or even rain. Just some sprinkles and a lot of pollen.

Tonight the storm rolled over just in time. The sun is setting forging the clouds in a deep grayish blue with light blue veins peaking through. The warm breeze ushers the clouds in while the cottonwood seeds dance gently on the breeze. To nights weather sets up the perfect atmosphere for romance. Two strangers outside a pub - their love grows - so does the intensity of the storm. Thank god I'm not the type of writer to write that shit, huh?

The breeze just caught a chill and changed direction. The ballet has begun. Within minutes there should be thunder, lightning and rain - but this is Colorado - that most likely will not happen.

The spring is a wonderful time of year. Everything is new and fresh - and full of histamines. Girls start dressing in their sensual summer cloths - and I believe there is something inside their biology that makes them a little extra frisky this time of year.

To orchestrate in this dance of Mother Nature, near silent, very quiet Pink Floyd's "Us and Them" plays somewhere in the background. Tonight is the perfect daydream - very serene.

Part 3:

There's a hum of the kitchen fans, I would assume, behind me. In front of me is a parking lot with many businesses. There are many high pressure sodium and metal halide lights lighting it. There are two roads, off to my left and one in front. It builds the fantasy of sitting next to the interstate in some little business hotel - possibly even a sleazy motel or something of the sort - drinking domestic beer. The beauty of it is - the cop-shop is only about 50 steps away from where I sit. Sheriff trucks everywhere. "Welcome to the Machine" Pink Floyd is playing in the background - adding to the industrial feel of my situation.

The sun is almost gone. The clouds are shifting direction and carting off to the east. I'm sure when it hits Kansas there will be hell to pay for some small hick-town. None-the-less, where I sit is calm, beautiful and not my house...

Part 4:

Remember the movie - well I gues I should say book, but remember the movie "To Kill a Mockingbird"? It was night and, I cannot remember the boy's name - Gem and.... Anyhow, the boy and girl were walking through the woods and there was a naked metal halide bulb waving in the wind creating an erie effect on the ground and the trees where they were walking. Its when they thought Boo Radley was after them and may infact - no, I may be wrong, it is the part where Boo Radley saves them - anyhow, there is a similar light being shown over a sheriff car nearby - very much like a dream. A very horrific dream that involves pigs. But tonight the pigs sleep. They're all out on the road busting drunks. Im in the safest place you can be to be a drunkard - and that is in the parking lot of the cop-shop.

Part 5:

(clank, clank, clank, clank - clank, clank, clank, clank) The banners bang against the streetlamp-poles as the night winds blow. It's a phenomenon, in the summer, when the sun goes down - the winds begin to blow as the air cools. You can feel it in your bones. The nights cool quickly. Its part of the living Colorado. The state itself is alive. It's like one big wheel in motion - delivering spectacular Disney World quality productions night after night no matter the season or time of day - you can always feel it breathing. Grand ole' Colorado.

Drink more Pabst Blue Ribbon brand beer.

All we can do in life is enjoy every second that we have together

The human condition allows the majority of the species to become so hung up looking for meaning and higher power that it cannot realize that none of it matters in the scheme of things. It has been centuries since God's last recorded communication with human - at this point, we are all in it together and there ain't gonna be no divine intervention to save any our asses. What I am getting at is: You can hate all you want - it only contributes to your pitiful lifestyle and the demise of the species itself. God, Mohamed, Buddha, Krishnah - all of them are either gone or in cahoots when it comes to the destiny of human - and unless we can work together as a species and disregard religious beliefs as a necessity - then, my friends, we are as doomed as the dinosaurs 10 seconds before the meteor.

This blog isn't a public service announcement - by no means, rather it is a plea unto dumb and numb minds or just to those who are too stupid to set aside their un-evolved monkey-man ego to see that you are creating the problems which you are fighting against. What a dream it would be to wake up in whatever god-forsaken shit-hole country you live in - there is no place on earth exempt from this description - and understand that no one means you harm and, therefore, you mean harm unto anyone.

This is R-Evolution. Evolve!

What the Hell Do You Know Anyway???

I ride through a cerebral desert of nasty western mu.rder phantacies and am plagued by the ghosts of the d.ead in ma past and I think of you in the distance like some filthy Mary of heat-melted air - a mandala of faith, melted like a roadside memorial candle - Its a lost highway we ride and its a lost cause we fight. Let us both sink into a pit of old air and become one with lonesomeness and wine. Its over ma close friend - its over till the end - until we walk as high demons on the scorched soil. "Fuck you all!", roars the red-eyed force of reckoning! "I tried to love you..."

Time Flies

Have you noticed every year seems a little shorter? You hear people say things like, "Can you believe the year is over?" and, "Where did time go?". At first I believed I was just getting old, and that as that happens time seems to move quicker. You know, I've never been old before so this is all a learning experience for me. Then I started to hear younger adults and even children utter the same words of amazement. This got me curious, so I started to investigate possible causes. I thought the world may be spinning faster,or that we were just a faster paced society. I looked into the idea that peoples' attention spans had just grown shorter. I looked under just about every rock that I could find leaving no turn unstoned - and, in the end I found all these theories too swiss-cheesed. They all seemed to be symptoms of a much larger problem ('ceptin the one about the Earth spinning too fast - that was just a wild hair). I was frustrated - but didn't have the attention span to worry.

Then, this very morning as I sat on my living-room floor in a puddle of stale beer, browsing free clips of pornography - one of those stoned turns hit me like a drunk hit and run driver. The answer to my query lies in Atomic Time. Let me elaborate:

In our increasingly digital and computer reliant day and age most of the world receives its time via an atomic clock. This means that we are tuned into a select few clocks throughout the world and that is there were even a minute discrepancy in the clock's function, it would throw the entire populous who is relying on that clock for its time into an altered time scale. We already know that the atomic clock is only accurate to a certain degree - but that is supposedly astounding tight because of the atomic resonance timing mechanism within. So - right there we are losing 2 nanoseconds per day or one second in 1,400,000 years. Big deal, right? Well, what if - and there are couple of what if's here - what if there was a flaw in the original mathematical and those numbers are not correct? What if there was a flaw in the design of the clock itself causing it to lose larger amounts of time without the notice of its caretakers? What if - here it is - what if there is a malicious force behind the clock who is conspiring to speed up the American productivity by speeding up time??? The faster time goes, the more of a panic the workforce becomes, faster labor, less downtime, more stress... Sound familiar?

This theory is rather young but I feel it has some pre-substantiated factors involved. Just for kicks, keep a good quality quartz clock next to your digital atomic clock and monitor the time difference on a daily, weekly and monthly basis.

Until next rant...

I Don't Know Anymore

11/08 /08 – Home Base – Deck – 6:23 pm

Fall has et upon the Midwestern plains, bringing a lustful chill reminiscent of those hoary nights in high school when new love was abound awash in adolescent testosterone fantasies. Nostalgia is in everything tonight – the dogs barking in the distance behind the soft roar of traffic on a distant highway that only comes when the air is cool, the smell of moist fallen leaves, the lonesome cricket hiding in the reeds singing its sad song.

Tonight I sit, seventeen years older, alone in Colorado under the few stars that can be seen this close to the city and think of all the good times there have been along this disturbingly interesting life. I remember faces of the girls who stole my heart and, in turn, became a thread woven into my intricate tapestry. There were stoner buddies and petty thugs peppered throughout the mosaic of places, times, feelings, memories, events, smiles, tears and every other darn thing. I was blessed to not face any measurable amount of tragedy, though a few have occurred around me via friends and acquaintances. This evening I remember the moments which gave birth to the man I am today with silent amazement that my heart still beats and my brain is still relatively capable of coherent thought. Seventeen years from where I once stood.....

....Where on earth does the joy go????

Time passes and builds stresses that snow-coat the mane of the most noble of survivor in the new century. The youthful wonder dries into dust and is blown to the wind. All of the curious emotions of pubescence become a dull “Blah” or are replaced with anger. Personal inter-communications seal up with welds of paranoia and disgust. Then..... Then, one morning, you wake up with a gun in your hand and a half-empty bottle of tequila looking for someone to damage.

Is this really what evolution intended? Is it in our nature as animals to destroy each other until we can destroy ourselves? No matter the angle in which you examine it, it appears that this is so. Civility among humans is such a distant concept that it is just too out of reach for the common person – yet a simple mind such as mine can conceive a world in harmony. Why, then, can't the “greatest” minds of all times?

I'm not here do pretend to deliver answers. I posed all these questions to express to the reader the utter disdain that a human in the 21st century is submerged in on a daily fight to stay afloat.

The Bail Out is Bigger than the Universe is Old...

The Universe is thought to be 13.7 billion years old. That is $51.09 an Earth day - 13,221.60 an Earth year. That is classifiable as the lower-class of this nation. This bail out will murder the poor, decimate the middle class and even humble the upper-crust.

Chew on that fer a minute and tell me if this government is working!

Until the next fuzzy math lesson - take care