I want the music to make me cry again, to make me feel something. It has been far to long since I've been moved, since I've heard anything. Perhaps I haven't been listening, perhaps I've closed myself off, perhaps I'm using to many commas ( Read more... )

We've been storing our music collection in MP3 form, 1200 albums at our grasp and very few we still give the listen on any given occasion, but I was importing The Secret Stars into my iPod and I got to listening to it, and I got to thinking about us.  I remember having this album for nearly two years while I hid from myself in the great white north ( Read more... )

I've been in a mood lately, a funk is what it can be better classified as. Lonely, I guess would best describe it. Rebecca has felt distant, perhaps of my own doing, perhaps that she and I see so little of each other these days ( Read more... )

To all those who still read this journal, and there are very few of you, check out livejournal community Norgporn. Norgporn is a site that a friend of mine came up with to celebrate all that is fun, sad, and just plain wrong when it comes to nudity. Plus, where the hell else would you get to see a naked wizard, and a man smearing meat on his ( Read more... )

I speak of them little, at least in the present tense, my parents. They live eight hours from here, not much a drive but so much so that it can hamper spontinaity. However; their distance isn't so much me putting it between me and them but them and me ( Read more... )

You could see the heat ripple of the pavement, and as beads of sweat rolled of the profiles of our skin we drove. We drove not so much with reason but to leave where we were, deep in the ghettos of Chicago. I was eight years old and never had I yet been exposed to fidgeting men selling oranges by the roadway, never had I seen the hustling and ( Read more... )

I came home from work, I found her in the living room rocking the child to sleep with the not so soothing sounds of The Stooges, it was then that I knew that no matter what the future brought all would be fine. It was also then that I realized that my child, if he can fall asleep to Iggy and the Stooges, is going to be pretty fucking hardcore. I ( Read more... )

I'm sure she will read this, if not in the next few hours someday soon, but it's not the reason I write. I write because I feel compelled, I write because the words need to be put down and there is no better time than the present. I write because I only need to say I love you and she knows what I mean, but three words do little justice. This is ( Read more... )

I remember when the Berlin Wall fell, I re-call where I was and the thoughts I had as I witnessed it much like the rest of the populous, as a special report on the nightly news. My family and I sat glued to the television, the sights, the raw emotion as men wielding hammers without the sicle proceeding it, brought down an ideal, a government, an ( Read more... )

My grandfather disappeared once, well more than once but I say once for the progression of the story, packed a small bag , hoped in his truck, and wasn't seen for several weeks. An instance such as this would have been of concern but he was known to vanish for weeks at a time. I was to young when this had happened but I remember, at three, my ( Read more... )