Wednesday, February 25, 2009
In my early years I hid my tears
And passed my days alone
Adrift on an ocean of loneliness
My dreams like nets were thrown
To catch the love that I'd heard of
In books and films and songs
Now there's a world of illusion and fantasy
In the place where the real world belongs
Still I look for the beauty in songs
To fill my head and lead me on
Though my dreams have come up torn and empty
As many times as love has come and gone
To those gentle ones my memory runs
To the laughter we shared at the meals
I filled their kitchens and living rooms
With my schemes and my broken wheels
It was never clear how far or near
The gates to my citadel lay
They were cutting from stone some dreams of their own
But they listened to mine anyway
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say
It could be I've lost my way
Though I keep a watch over the distance
Heaven's no closer than it was yesterday
And the angels are older
They know not to wait up for the sun
They look over my shoulder
At the maps and the drawings of the journey I've begun
Now the distance leads me farther on
Though the reasons I once had are gone
I keep thinking I'll find what I'm looking for
In the sand beneath the dawn
But the angels are older
They can see that the sun's setting fast
They look over my shoulder
At the vision of paradise contained in the light of the past
And they lay down behind me
To sleep beside the road till the morning has come
Where they know they will find me
With my maps and my faith in the distance
Moving farther on
Welcome back, baseball.
Monday, February 23, 2009
John is...putting on Chapstick.
John is...at work.
John is...wearing a hat.
John is...heading to the water cooler.
John is...happy to have cold Arrowhead.
John is...pausing to contemplate.
John is...back at the helm!
John is...needing a nice clean shave.
John is...tying his shoes.
John is...off to the bathroom!
John is...a paintball sniper.
John is...a Facebook hater.
UPDATE: Back on line! Let those calls come flooding in! Okay, any minute now....Still waiting...Got the old phone up and running again. Looks like I'll be using this for a while since I am not eligible for an upgrade until May 2010. Nothing like a little technological devolution.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Winners in Bold Italic.
The Dark Knight
Vicky Christina Barcelona
Rachel Getting Married
Christopher Nolan - The Dark Knight
Jonathan Demme - Rachel Getting Married
Gus Van Sant - Milk
Ron Howard - Frost/Nixon
Darren Aronofsky - The Wrestler
Danny Boyle - Slumdog Millionaire
Sean Penn - Milk
Leonardo DiCaprio - Revolutionary Road
Mickey Rourke - The Wrestler
Frank Langella - Frost/Nixon
Kate Winslet - The Reader
Kate Winslet - Revolutionary Road
Anne Hathaway - Rachel Getting Married
Meryl Streep* - Doubt
Bruce Springsteen - The Wrestler**
*I'll give her the nomination based on reputation alone
**The only one worth mentioning so why tarnish it with fellow nominees
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Got a real nice-looking weekend ahead. Tonight or tomorrow, I will be entering the bottling phase of the debut batch of my home brew experiment, or as we in the business call it, secondary fermentation. :-) Saturday morning, we head up to Big Bear where eight (or so) of us will cram into a cabin with food, booze, and board games under the threat of a massive snowstorm. We've got a Corrolla with chains. Should be fun. Sunday, we return home with an 80% chance of heavy showers waiting for us when we get there. The old man is going to be making an unprecedented February batch of his famous winter stew and he's going to teach me the trade as he does it. I tried to make it once before back around Christmas and, while it was decent, it paled in comparison. Now I will learn from the master. That should be an all-day affair with a good rainy-day movie (something epic) squeezed in between. I think I might just break out the apple whiskey too.
And on Monday, we embark on that most enjoyable-yet-still-somewhat-queer of wedding traditions, we register. I say queer because, although I completely understand why it's necessary, it's an awkward thing to create such a list, complete with quantities desired and prices. But hey, you only do this thing once*, right?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
But processing invoices in El Segundo is cool too.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Six names I go by
- The King
- Mr. Compart (Cruiser's Dad)
- Yohn (Cruiser's Mom)
- Grover (My Mom)
Three Things I Am Wearing Right Now
- Navy blue school tie
- Newsie hat
- Green Saucony sneakers
Two Things I Want Very Badly At the Moment
- A beer
- Floor tickets to Springsteen
Three Favorite Things I Did Last Night
- Watched the Lakers...
- ...with two kittens on my lap
- Had a glass of red wine
Four Things I Ate Today
- Protein Shake
- Pastrami sandwich
- Widmer Drop Top Amber
- Protein bar
Two People I Last Talked To On the Phone
- The Vet (Looks like just some connective tissue, we'll continue to monitor the situation)
- The Doug (He's out for Springsteen)
Six Things I Plan To Do Tomorrow
- Get floor tickets to Springsteen ("If you will it, it is no dream")
- Go see a travel agent about the honeymoon
- Get a new hard drive
- Go to Amoeba Records
- See a movie (the Arclight is right there, it'd be a crime not to)
- Relish the rain
Five Things I Am Grateful For Today
- Not to be redundant but...the rain
- The Friday Playlist! (Currently playing: Karma Chameleon)
- That the vet said it's just connective tissue and not likely a sarcoma
- That it's now six and I get to go home (sorry, this is like the most important section but I feel the weekend beckoning)
- The fact that I have a job
- The blogger help forum
Wow, I did that really boringly. Ah well, cheers!
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
None of this is new. I've entered contests before, including this one twice. At this point, I consider it a shot in the dark where the $50 entry fee is well worth the 3-hole-punchers' chance that I might make the cut. Despite the obvious feelings of inadequacy and failure described above, I wasn't all that broken up about it. It would be a big deal, sure, but it's not the only way to break through. No, the real core of my disappointment and pain this year was not simply seeing in print the names of all the competitors better than me. The hot stinger that stuck in my chest and could not be plucked out was the fact that, despite getting this e-mail thanks-but-no-thanks-ing me for my entry, I didn't even submit a script this year. I had nothing new to turn in. Even in a tough loss, there is a certain pride that comes from playing a good game. I didn't even put on my cleats and walk on the field!
I really need to start writing again. Not for a contest, just for me.