Three weeks, nothing to do

Well here I go, I have three weeks with nothing on the cards but a bunch of sposed ta's and could-go-to's. My nuclear will be gone for the coming couple, which leaves me alone in the big house in Plymouth. I wish I had a bit of mischief left in me, but it looks like I got to go find it, shouldn't be too hard.

Mono-meanin-of-life

I have it! I mean, I had it- in my hands, in a manner of speaking, like in a box or something, y'know confined, like I knew where to find it and it now it's gone. I wish I could start to explain it, but I really wouldn't do it justice, there are no words to or not enough words. I'm telling you because I have to tell someone, even if there is not very much to tell. I want you to be happy for me, that I had it, because now it is with me, everywhere I go. You know, that's what's strange, I don't feel a difference. Like maybe I'm more confident because I know what it is, and I know it can be had, that I'm good enough to have it, but really I'm the same as before to anyone who sees me. I like to think that it is apparent, but just look at the way you reacted or, I mean, the lack there of. There is no difference, and nothing can hold a candle to it, true love, fame, wealth, whatever, so I am satisfied to know that it exists and that I will never be without that knowledge.

Politics

Politics is not just for those who are politicians. We live lives inside of politics everyday, it is the rhetoric of emotions and the jargon of convention. I am appaulled that innocent people are being taken advantage of and I do not know how other people can be okay with it. The equifiers of "I've got to feed my family," or "If I didn't, someone else would," are two of the most disgusting phrases in the English language. And yet, I too live inside of these walls, walls that someone else created. Why? Because I am not tall enough to see above them. But I will give someone else a boost, I will stand on the shoulder that is offered. I hope.

Manolag- "Need a Job?"
Interior of a diner in the midwest.
Hi there, how are you? Yeah, me too brother, me too. What's that you're eatin? Pot pie? S'cuse me miss, can I get one of those pot pies? Thank you. Hey brother, I'm not bugging you, am I? I'm no weirdo, I'm just passin through your town, and I like to see what the locals eat and treat myself to a little hospitality. You see, I'm on the road too much, been on the road near all my life. It's my job, ya see, keeps me moving, always have to meet new people, meanin I always got to be in new places. You travel much? No? Well, it's not all it seems like. I mean, it feels like your doing something, like me always recruitin new people for our mission, keepin the company growin, and that makes you feel important. But in reality, it's the same job as any other. What'd you do? Laid off from the salt mine? Yeah, I hear you. I actually used to work for company a mining company too, til they laid eveybody off. Ain't that a strange feelin to know that you can give your best years to somewhere and they can just pack up and leave ya, like you was a part or something? Now, I'm travelling for a different company, contractor and I'm glad I found em. What'd you do? You drive trucks? Well, this company, were always looking for drivers, why don't I give you my card. We could have you makin double what you made in the mines in no time, and you'd be haulin again too, just overseas is all.

Up the Stakes!

Monooooo-

Put it in the fuckin bag! Don't look at me like that, like you think I'm going to kill you, because if you're good I won't kill you. You screwed me over and you knew you were doing it the whole time, so no, I do not trust you anymore. I was an idiot to trust you in the first place. Even when others said you were stealing from me and cheating me, I didn't believe them. I can't fucking believe it! You? How the fuck did you think it up? That's what I don't understand? I gave you everything, taught you everything and you turned around and try to rob me? You think I wouldn't find out? You think I tell you everything? Of course not, you dumb bitch. So now what do we do? Shut up! That was a retorical question, you're not going to do anything. I'm gonna walk out of here in a minute and you're gonna forget you ever knew my name. If I ever, ever see your ugly mug again you won't survive it. That means you're gonna move town. Take your family with you if you have to, tell them someone wants you dead. I ever even of hear you doing business , I'm gonna come for you and I'm gonna leave your body for your daughter to find. You've got the weekend.

Good Drugs for Bad People

Monosaurus-

Yeah, I know what you mean. I've thought about that before, but now, the way you put it, it kind of makes more sense. You've always had the best perspective on things. Seriously, you do! I mean now, think about it, we've always been complaining about him. We go on and on about what he's got, what he's doing, all the bullshit that he gets away with, even profits from, and that when it's us we always get busted. Well, listen to what you just said, "He never does the right thing, and he always get what he wants." That's it right there! He lies, he cheats, and what does he care? He knows that in the end nothing can touch him. But now we've figured him out. Next time he does something stupid don't go help him, promise me you won't. He needs to learn that by hurting other people, you can hurt yourself as well. Life is short, but it is just long enough for things to catch up with you. The old man's going to hell, but I want him to know he's going before he's there.

New Look

Hey Ya'll No Readers!

I redid the blog here and made a header for it that looks pretty sweet I do say. It is now after Thanksgiving and I am ever the more confused by life. There are many great roads to take, if only I had more cars...

Monica-o-logue

Monica: So, instead, you just didn't say anything? Waiting for someone to change is not a good reason to stick around! Ug, and to think that I was feeling that we were becoming more connected the whole time. It just goes to show how self serving we all are, that the two of us can be lying side-by-side in bed every night and be feeling two completely different things. You know I started doing things like trying to memorize your parents birthdays and thinking of children's names to match your last name, but all that bullshit means nothing now! You are such an asshole! No, no, I shouldn't say that. I'm the asshole. I remained faithful this whole time. I thwarted off your best friends advances, when I should have just been fucking him on the side. I started saving money for a house and a wedding, so I haven't had a vacation in a year and a half! But now, ha, now I get to pawn this stupid necklace and buy the plane ticket that I deserve. So, thank you for that, asshole. And don't forget to call your Mom and wish her a happy birthday for me, tell her about us tomorrow though, it'd break her heart.

Why you think you don't belong

The world has changed so much in the past hundred years, that we have no time to judge what the effect of progress really has done to us, to the individual. Even the psychological, analytical methods used to determine our state of being (emotion) has had no true competitor. We may be working on the wrong model of human existence.

Greed has become the number one driving force in our society, this is new, it may not feel good to think that we perpetuate this force, but it is only within 6 or 7 generations that this has come about. The reason Greek, Jewish, and Eastern philosophers wrote about virtue and harmony was not because they were hoping that these would become major principals, it was because they were major principals.

Who do you know that strives to be virtuous? You may say you know some, but how many, what percentage of the people you know are driven more by virtue (doing good) than greed? Do we say anything to those people? Do we complement the people who do good enough?

The world we live in does not give us the chance to change in the way we should. The design of perfect homes, cars, objects, packaging deters the feeling that your thoughts can be better than the groups. They want you to feel just bad enough to say, "If I have this, I will feel better." And this is the furthest we've come.

The man who stepped into the future is a thing of the past

More poetic than it is, I have substituted the link for "The Man Who Stepped into the Future" because he stopped posting (he was good for while). I have replaced him with a very good blog call "The Rich Girls Are Weeping", who writes nice commentary and seems to post often. The way things work, if you are savy enough I guess, is that you can take those links on the right and make a mix everyday of brand new and classic jams. Everyday basically, cuz they all post one or two tracks almost daily. That means that there are people recording, right now, the track that will be great on some other week... IN THE FUTURE!

"But how do I keep control of it all? Isn't there someone finding these things out for me?," you ask. Hence the second link- "elbo.ws", they read all the blogs, find the good songs and post where to find them. They also have a "what's hot", which sounds stupid, but there is so much out there, they are really doing us favors. I add their link at the bottom cuz it is easy to get to that way, use them.

So does anybody read the monologues? Leave a comment if you like one dammit.

Happy days (I submitted my first entry for a national conference today... Hello tenure in ten years, and then ten more years)

Stop me before I...

mONOlugie:

Wait! Get back, please! Okay, now, stay there, okay? I'm gonna do it and I don't want you to stop me. I've thought this out, okay, and though it may look stupid now, it will make our lives much better in the end. Stay back, if you come any closer I'll do it and I don't want you to see it. There were things you couldn't know, there always were. I told myself for a long time that it was to keep you safe, but it was more than that, it was to keep you innocent. My life is a lie, your image of me, of all of us, is a just a big lie that I can't keep up any longer. We are not normal people. We have a history that we are born with, that we can't live down. I thought I could keep the burden from you, I thought I could keep you safe. I was wrong. But now, I hope you can see that this will change everything, it might be worse for a little while, but I promise, it will be different. No more hiding, no more lies. Now go. Go!

Deep south

Moanalogue:

My mother always had a big problem with racists. No, no, don't get me wrong, she didn't have a problem with being racist, just that most racists were bad tippers. She was the only waitress in the only diner in our backwater hole of a town and often times it was rough gettin by. The busiest nights, those after the klan meetings out at Jennings field, were also her least compensated. It's like just because God gave these men racial superiority they deserved an extra helping everything for free. Well, a man's got be fed to do his business, so she'd feed 'em like it was charity. And she'd try to be nice to them, she had lost her first husband, my father, and she was always on the look out for a new one. It's hard livin when you are under-appreciated for the work you do, and they more than anyone shoulda know that! But these klansmen were just plain mean. Who woulda guessed it?

Just Pretend

New link added for Just Pretend. They put up lots of researched .mp3s for us so go visit and thank them. My other ads of late are disappointing. I figured Popsheep would be good but they are maybe a little immature for me to stay intrigued with, maybe they'll be veto'd soon.

Had a horrible thought today, Devos could actaully be elected governor, awful, the man is slimy and Granholm is a golden heart in this state of pesimists and those stealing money from them.

Mononuke:

My first real friend ever was Gina. We met in kindergarden the way real first friends usually meet. The first day of class my mother had dressed me in this awful pink dress with a little white belt and white shoes. I hated it, I thought I looked like a bottle of peptobizmo with a little white belt. Gina looked cool, almost too cool to be a kindergardener and in front of the school I was sure that she was a third or even forth grader. But when she walked into Ms. Surely's class directly after me and in the circle of chairs right beside me I was amazed. I knew we had to be friends. I said, "Hi" to her and she actaully answered me! She was very nice, and we talked up until Ms. Surely walked in and started teaching. I remember I could barely sit still, I was overwhelmed that this girl who, in my naive definition of it, was the coolest girl in the school was going to be my friend, my real friend.

I was so jealous of my friend Nora being in a coup, that I had to try to put myself there.


Her travel blog is linked in my links Dept...

Let's pretend

Character vs. Plot in monologues

Character try 1

I am not like that, believe me. Maybe I can seem a little selfish, but I don't think it gets in the way. We've all had to blow off a little steam every once and a while, right? Look at me. Look at me. How could I even be accused of something to deplorable? I couldn't. Do you know that at school I was voted class treasurer for fourteen years consecutivly. That's how honorable I am. People, lots and lots of people have confieded secrets in me for years, I haven't told a soul. If I believe in something, I stand up for it. That may make me a little narrow minded, and maybe that's what drove me to act that way, but believe me, that isn't me. That was me, but that isn't me.

monowog

Angry Monologue:

Jim sets down his beer and steps off the porch.
Jim: We're all the same, I don't know how you can't see that. The differences between us are nothing more than colors and shapes. Yet we all go on about how different people are than us, like were made out of some pure bullshit that nobody else has. Well, it isn't true. We are all the same. It's out of fear and hate that somebody judges someone else. It's out fear because we don't want to lose what we got. You see somebody who's obese or got some deformity and you laugh at them or pity them, but you'd never want to be that person. Well, that person may have everything that you don''t have. And I'm not talking about cars or money, I'm talking about love and security. You see, when you are forced to give up part of your life to others, because you can't do somethings, people respect that and that makes them love you, there's no stopping it. And if you would change just a little bit, and go out of your way to help someone, you would be loved in return, because that is probably all the person has to give.

Monologue Madness!!!

Parent monologue:

I never said life was easy, son, I never said that. You know what it feels like to see you come through that door every night, so damned miserable? It tears me apart. You never think, as a parent, that your son is going to have to do things he won't want to do. The thought never crosses your mind. But one day, while you're at work, somehow the world gets in and you come home to this man in a child's clothing. If you want to quit, then quit, I'll handle him. But if you're quiting because it's hard, I can tell you nothing else is going to be any easier. You've got to do some things you do want to do, you've got to, you've got to do them so you can have the things you want, like a beautiful child who cares so much for the world.

two captivating videos

http://popsheep.com/ has them right now
cocorosie - hairnet paradise
Fionn Regan's song "Put A Penny in the slot" are the two, they are a little bit down the page.

This popsheep is a nice page. In to the links my dear friend!

Men's Comedic Monologue

When she finally joined in is when the magic came. She held out through most of song and I just sat there waiting because I knew. I had heard that voice every morning through the ventilation shaft of my apartment building, and now here she was on stage infront of me. She couldn't recognise me and the only way I ever knew what she looked like was when I heard her doorslam on her way out and I would run around the block to her buildings front door. We lived next door to each other in two seperate apartment buildings and were really only a matter of a few feet away. Our kitchen windows were inches apart. But I never had any reason to talk to her until now. And I had a lot to say.

Just felt

Can't just let the old blog go by the wayside, what would the "next blog" pushing stranger think? Sometimes you gotta just feel like put pen to paper, y'know? The more we discuss our writing the worser I feel but the better I feel I could be getting. I am making the best out of a good situation because it keeps the four walls up, but it is hard to watch the world fall apart everyday. And it is falling apart everyday. I talked to Gilbert about that a little bit and he said, "Everyone is just sick of putting up with each others shit." Couldn't be better put, but truth doesn't solve problems it just shows there is a light.

Dramatic Monologue:

Sometimes at night, when I've watched the sun set through that window, I can almost see it in the relection. I know it ain't real, just a smudge on the glass, but to me in that second, it feels like I can see the whole thing, my whole new life. It's funny you know, there's not much that you can feel you ever truly know, but you're always sure what it's gonna be like if only- If only you hadn't stayed in this house. If only you had some courage to walk out that door. If only you hadn't stood at that sink everynight and watched a million different suns set on that same sad horizon. It makes me mad. Frustrated, y'know? So, you don't go gettin on me about my life, about what I'm doing wrong. You should take a look in the mirror for once. Everything you've said about me you're just as guilty for, worse.

Two New Links

Honest...

These are blogs I found stuff on. Old Kentuck even reviewed Annie Palmers lp so you got to love them. I want to record stuff. I did a minute ago and listening back, none of it is of worth besides for copywriting the stuff. Always stand when you sing, always...

There is a computer backstage

Sitting on the boards some hundred years old, this building is the epicenter, hiding a colorful billion dollars, and a stage. Seth built a desk for a box that could fit in your pocket. Oh blog, I think myspace is killing you. I ran on stage this morning and strangly it was obvious the new world wasn't a dream. I hear these words, that I heard before maybe a hundred times, they lose their meaning, but they maintain their weight. This beautiful box, with chairs too small, is a wonderful place to work.

So I added some links

Like you care, but I did. I can not believe how many bands there are that make such a wide variety of good music. The reason we all can hear them is obviously because of technology, but do you think there were this many bands in say... 1912? 1812? I'm glad I live now for this single purpose, everything else I'd go back in time for... Oh and medicine I guess.

Yes, I will continue to steal from myself

Hungarian blog with lots of music.

http://zinhof.blog.hr/

Maybe I should start actually blogging here, or would that ruin the whole thing of me not blogging?

My Band's Early Recordings

Here are three songs from my new band. These are our first "recordings" and were done live and fast and we will get better I promise. The band is me, Liz Izackson, and Mike Munerantz so far... Enjoy them... Our name is: Birds Vs. Bees

Can You Still Love Me
http://www.freewebtown.com/birdvsbees/playlists/3411/10178.mp3

A Life is Over

http://www.freewebtown.com/birdvsbees/playlists/3411/10179.mp3

Take Me With You Tonight
http://www.freewebtown.com/birdvsbees/playlists/3411/10180.mp3

Enjoy, there will be better recordings to come...

2006 is for lovers

All right! Now music blogs are really starting to take off. I would love to say that I feel like I'm part of that but I just leech around others work.

http://sixeyes.blogspot.com/

This link will also be added to the side colum. Here's the deal with it: His links are just as good as his page. Lots and lots of music to d-load. So get Started!!!