In a NY moment, Everything can change - Eagles

 As of the past 5 months my TV has been unplugged. Not because I am above it or have better things to do, but because my TV is broad casted in a foreign language. 

Since then I have relied on the Internet for media. Its plenty. It is more focused. I can watch what I want to watch. I can learn what I'm curious about. I can evade arresting 30 second advertisements. 

The two Comedy Central shows of John Stewart and Stephen Colbert are the only main stream news shows worth watching.  'Fake News' is the comic guise for the truth. They are quite completely the court jesters of our increasingly medieval time. 

At 22 minutes of taped time I find myself cheering for the truth like a winning football team, and laughing at the same time.  Being sane in an insane world is just funny. 

Of course there are other sources for more broad topics. That requires a mole's nose.

The 'incredulous' voice of the people (internet) has so much garbage, none of it can possibly be true. CNN and FOX are the truth ministry. They're fair and balanced. If that is not fact you are a terrorist. Or even worse, a CONSPIRACY THEORIST.   

Express counter thoughts to national logic and instantly feel the hostility.  The burn from friends is just as good as the burn from Billy Blank's "Tae Bo" video set. Most people are bothered by anyone who is trying to distract them from their clothes and relationships with hard matters.  

But in response to my friend's face book post: 'What're you a political activist now?" 

I say  "I can think of worse things. Baaaa Baaa."

I'm not a political activist. I know one. She's now an expatriate, legally terrorized off the homeland with wiretaps and multiple arrests for organizing protests against Gov't policy.

I'm along with a million disaffected thinkers who still think free speech apply or mean something.                       

Sadly,  FEELING informed is only enough to make us feel good. Not enough for change. 

Recommended: Watch You Tube footage of the peaceful protests at the Dem. and Rep. conventions and the Homeland Security harassment that ensues. 

Recommended: Duke Ellington and red wine. 

Moby Dick

SUCKED!

http://www.imdb.com/video/hulu/vi222035993/

Dream sequence 9/10/08

Hastily, I will try to recall my dream last night.

Where: I was back in Mui Ne, Vietnam, beach resort town. In a series of plywood houses, on the beach under construction.

Who: It was my girlfriend, I and many other white faces who I will call "investors" looking to buy these housing models. Also there was this dark prince, like the grim reaper, who had the power to kill you when you made the wrong 'move.'  There was also two life-less burlesque creatures under the control of a keyboard. 

What: I had pressed some buttons and the creatures started mouthing each other's bodies awkwardly. Wrong move, the dark prince vacantly blacked me out.  Some other chances came, at what, I'm not sure. But all around couples were checking out the prospects of these soon to-be finished houses. Smack on the beach. The waves were inches from the door steps, and there was only a couple inches of concrete above sea level. "They're gonna drown,  I said. All these houses will be ruined."  I didn't see the beauty of this place. 100 houses stacked on a beach with palm trees. But people were getting comfortable, couples laying in bunks in houses not half built. Some where, back in a house my girlfriend was dead. I was sad. The dark prince had got to her. We were all in the room, and the dark prince just looked at me. He was very frightening. He looked perhaps like a tall Eddy Munster. Real classic horror show vaudeville freak. The room looked more like a classroom now. There was a white-board on wheels behind me. With the Dark Prince's gesture, My girlfriend came from a back room sparkling clean from a shower and alive. I was simply shocked that she was alive, I gasped for breath, in tears I fell back into the board, where it carried me into the wall, and I slid down to the floor. The Dark Prince, had done this to me with his eyes. Just blew me back, sucked my air out. 

I was sitting there, known to be a fool and said to the room of people " So, I shouldn't have worried after all?" and the crowd promptly laughed, like I made a good joke. The Dark Prince showed us the door. 

You just wait a minute. . . 

While you wait I'll wait for you. . . 

I'm waiting to find someone to wait with you. . .

excuse

i think i'm going to call out sick today.

i'm going to decide in the next half hour.

i didn't sleep much last night.

the air conditioner was on but my sheets got very sweaty.

i had a sensation that my throat was going to close 

if i fell asleep.

at 5am, when i got up to go to the bathroom,

each muscle ached as if i had been lifting weights

the day before.

i drank water from a tupper-ware container 

because there were no clean glasses.

within 15 minutes, as i tossed and turned, my breath

bounced off the sheets with a putrid vengeance. 

but now it's 9am and my cold sweats don't feel threatening,

my throat feels okay, and my head only hurts

if i shake it in a violent 'yes' or 'no' motion.

i can shop and do laundry, if i stay home.

i can read a book, though i'll probably just watch 2 or 3 movies.

i'm nervous about how convincing i'll sound on the phone.

i'm sure people have 'called out' for less. 

i guess i'm really deciding which environment will feel better today:

this asylum of cheese-tongue sickness or the bright open world.  

Big world little visits. My crow-feet need more ink to scratch. Merry wine, absorb happiness. Biggest small place I've ever been

Yes, that is all.

I don't want to eat out of styrofoam much more, though it surely insulates the heat well. Eating out does not resemble much of nature other than the birdcalls of thank you and goodbye.

I'd think the world is better off buddhist. Neutral republics trading for skins. But boiling greens may get old, so my Buddha eats meat. 

Set up my room just right. So being is easy. Life should be like your guitar; not hard to play.