my new project

http://www.worldisstage.com/

Manuel

(On Phone) We're lookin' at makin a big push this year. The Columbian's have this whole Hooray for America shit going on and they are going to be streaming across like crackheads at the baking soda factory. Hold on (To Manuel) Manuel! What the fuck are you doing? You close that door before the next car comes in! You want to get shipped back home to your little shack and have to live with your wife and kids? No? So, follow the goddamned rules. Siga las goddamn reglas. (He points to a sign that says Siga Las Reglas). (Back to phone) You there? What was I saying? Yeah, so you better be ready handle some hard working Columbian chullos by the end of the year or I'm going to have find someone who can. What? I thinkin at least thirty heads a week, maybe two or three trucks. Yeah? Well, you better, I'm fuckin giving you first crack at this, don't fuck me.

It Haunts Mine

Ever been out in the cold so long that your breath stops steaming? Everything inside you freezes up, but you're still alive. It doesn't feel like anything, its the shivering that's bad. Once your skin
has chapped over, your lips dried, there is a place of calm, an acceptance that death is looking you in the eye, waiting for God's choice. There's this focus that comes then, like looking through a crystal window. You start to notice the edges of things. Color disappears, there is dark and light, intensity and shadow, and you realize that things have always looked this way, you've just never been still enough to see it. That's me everyday, without the love I had with her, the world just spins
around me, clear as glass and frozen.

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.

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.

New Links

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

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?

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.

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.

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?

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

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?