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Rants and Poetry of a Tired and Angry Man.

Just what the title says, don't look for anything too profound or earthshaking.

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I am my title, the typically overeducated, disenfranchised, socially dysfunctional loudmouth. I am the disgruntled employee of the month.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Pictures in the mail.

Got an envelope from an old friend of mine.

One of the few that I grew up with who is still alive, sober, and not incarcerated.

Told a little about his new life and success.

Sent me pictures of his wife, and himself and his young son.

I find myself thinking of the ten years or so that have passed since I last saw this man, and suddenly I realize that I have no pictures to send back.

I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, never realizing that I wasn't going anywhere.

Isn't that odd?

Monday, April 24, 2006

Something funny that a friend sent me.

Do you know what happened this week back in 1850, in California?

California became a state.

The State had no electricity.
The State had no money.
Almost everyone spoke Spanish.
There were gun-fights in the streets.

So basically, it was just like California today except the women had real breasts and men didn't hold hands.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Good Ole T.J.

"[If] the King can model the constitution at will... his government is a pure despotism. The question then arising is, whether a pure despotism in a single head, or one which is divided among a king, nobles, priesthood, and numerous magistracy, is the least bad. I should be puzzled to decide."

--Thomas Jefferson to James Madison, 1788. ME 7:96



Every so often I find myself thinking on the subversive writings of this man. I often wonder if he would be one to 'disappear' in our modern society, or to be shouted down by the mainstream.

I also wonder, dear reader...

Has it been 20 years yet?

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Running the daylight down.

{Drip}

Cloud mist rising from the distant valley,
chilled by the crisp wind,
the melting snow in the highlands,
the constant.

{Drip}

Condensing in the needles of twisted pines,
runnels criss-crossing waterlogged bark,
rivulets in centuries old granite shelves,
tumbling down nameless cliffs.

{Drip}

Liquid ice collecting in pools,
cascading into bottomless canyons,
tracing untold miles of lowland riverbed,
return to the beginning of all things.

{Drip}

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

This day in history.

This coming Wednesday at 2 minutes and 3 seconds after 1:00 in the morning the date and time will read:

01:02:03 04/05/06

This will never happen again!

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