Sunday, September 09, 2007

California

Jimmy: I'm so sick of it, man. You see what they treat us like? I'm not nothing, man, I am something, I'm am somebody. I'm sick them trying to put us into this little box, I'm never gonna be like that. All I need is the ocean, the surf and the sand man, that's all I need. All these people down here, look at them, they all think they're something, but all they're doing is putting on an act. I wish everyone in this country could see what these people are really like instead of just what they see on T.V. and in the magazines. If people would see how they're nothing with out writers and make up, that they're nothing but a bunch of dressed up dolls, maybe they'd stop wishing they were like them, its not worth it. I'm glad we grew up here man, that's how we know we're real, I don't need anybody telling me I'm something, I know I am. I am something! I am something you motherfuckers! Fuck. Let's go to the beach.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

I used to work there

I used to work downtown too. Big project, I'm a construction guy. My company used to put the highways in, big projects. I know right where you're talking about because I had to move all those people. Not physically, but they had to move to the those projects we gave them. Who would have ever scoffed at free housing, no rats, not roaches, for a while. We really thought things would get better, we really did, but I'm not sure if they did. All you can do in this life is guess, really.

Monday, September 03, 2007

New Links

I added two links to more music sites. These feature great bands and full albums, really incredible stuff. Cheers!

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Don't be such a cry baby...

Come in, sit down. No,look, you don't have to defend yourself. We all get a little bored around here now and then, we all fuck around, but what you did was over the line is all. All those guys out there have been here for years, so its gonna be hard for you. We brought you on this department because you're good, don't let them tell you any different. There is a lot of down time here, so your gonna have it rough for a little while, but what I'm saying is 'don't give in'. No matter how much the mess with ya, whatever they do, take it and don't make it a big deal, then... get them back. Don't just start swingin, you haven't been here long enough for that. But, you have my permission to get even. Nothing crazy please, we had one guy slashed up McGreyson's tires, we had to fire him. Keep it friendly, I have faith in you, I'll back ya up. You got any ideas?

Saturday, September 01, 2007

I dont have much to say sometimes

Butch: (in a laundromat) I don't have much to say sometimes, which is all the time. I have plenty to think about, I guess, cause I'm always thinking. Maybe I care too much about the people I see, like the people in here, washing loads of clothes, folding, whatever- maybe I judge them or something, cause I like to think I know them, can figure them out. It feels right, what I guess about people: this guy hes a little slow, has a job but it doesn't pay very much, something simple like stock boy or some kind of clerk. I guess laundromats are easy because the people that are in them are the kind of people that don't own washing machines, and thats a specific kind of type. Ive been trying to figure this woman out for a little, she got dropped off by somebody and has more clothes than could just be hers, and shes just humming to her self the whole, doesn't look around or anything. Those are the people I don't get, the people who don't care whats around them, who the people are.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Things have changed

When I was your age-a-logue....


Gramps-

Things have changed, son. I can barely recognise the world anymore, so don't ask me why I act the way I do, think the way I do. I can't help it. I don't understand why people behave the way they do. Our neighbors have all moved away or passed on and their children act like they don't care about this old neighborhood, they all live in some new subdivision or city, like the town is unimportant or something. Don't you think about your roots? Do you think back on where you come from with some sort of pride? I'm glad you come visit me son, but not if you do it out of guilt, because then I'd rather not see you.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

I'm no soldier

Monoreaction:

PFC Jones: I've been home now a month and it has been the longest month of my life. Everyday it feels like I'm gonna wake up again in the desert, Saudir City, Fallujah, wherever, and that this last month will have just been a dream. It's been a month and I still don't feel like I'm home. All these people talk so much shit everyday, talking about Rumsfeld and Bush, and troop numbers, and what we should do, and none of them really knows the answer. We didn't know the answer and we were there, face to face with the enemies and with the people we were defending, and nobody had a God-damned, sorry, clue about how to make it better. The more people we kill the more enemies we create. Every father has a son and every sister has a brother who are more willing to kill and to die than we are. Children would be afraid of us in the streets and run away with their eyes wide open staring at us, thinking that we might want to kill them too. Wouldn't you? I walk up to you on your way home from school holding a machine gun that is bigger than you are and no matter how nice I am, you'll always wonder if I'm gonna use that gun against you.
And now they want to send me back, that's why I came to talk to you father. They won't let me out, something about stop loss, but I don't want to fight anymore, I don't have the will. The thought of it makes me sick. You can't want someone fighting for you who admits that they don't believe in it anymore. You'd have to be crazy. I want to finish high school here. Maybe I can take what I learned over there and help kids in Iraq somehow feel better about us, but that ain't gonna be through fighting, I know that. So, can you help me? Tell them I'm crazy, or touched by God or something? No?

Friday, January 05, 2007

Bond's Year

I thought, since I have time to reflect, I would do some top 6 of 2006's

Top 6 places I visited
The Gorge, Portland, OR
Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
The Friar's Conference, Detroit, MI
Brooklyn Bridge, East River, NY(C)
Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Top 6 Songs

Penny in a Box by Fionn Regan
Little Things by Lily Allen
Like Castanets by Bishop Allen
Can't Forget About You by Naz
Crazy by Gnarls Barkley
See the World by Gomez

Top 6 Changes

New Computer
Quit Smoking
Started Master's
Fingerpicking Guitar
Democratic Congress
Confident Writing

Top 6 Works of Art

Long Days Journey at Planet Ant
YOUNG GALLERY (hyper link)
Labatt Blue Light
Street Performers at Juste Pour Rire, Montreal
Kenny vs. Spenny, T.V. show on CBC
Le Mur, Jean Paul Sartre