If You're Boycotting Arizona, You Can't Read This. Get out!!
08/04/2010 01:28 p.m.
If but for incessant deadlines, I'm certain I could've made a go of it as a print journalist ( For you Millennials, a 'print journalist' is just a quaint and fuddy old anachronism for 'blogger'). There's no question I love the art of - or at least the kinetics - writing. The offering of soulful or intellectual passions for others to consume or reject -- it's that -- that ACT for which I toil. Building, compiling towards something atop indelible blues, concludes deep in universal truths, and fickle physical rewards.

Sorry. Not sure where that's going. I kinda look at it as a warm up stretch before hitting the gym floor. I have neglected my writing -- rephrase -- neglected myself for far too long. Its a shame. This community has been therapeutic and cathartic for 5+ yrs for me now. So thanks. To all of y'all.

I promised a dear friend yesterday I would write her a poem by the end of, uh...yesterday. sigh.(gdmf!) . Why is it our family and such think we can just pop off something sublime and in time? And - ohh shit...y'think she expects it all to rhyme? No way, Jose! Incidentally, I do live in Phoenix, so I'm gonna have to ask Jose for some ID..hold a minute...

Oh, we're all cool here. Jose produced a legit Arizona ID ( lives in Scottsdale. Spells it "J-O-S-E-I-G-H"). SB1070 has been a fuckin blast though really. I've been making citizen's arrests/profiles for nearly a week now. I hear Arpaio's giving out ten dollar In-N-Out vouchers for every tenth "undoc" I can find.

[ Sidebar: I seem to recall the Italian slur "Wop" stood for "With Out Papers" as they spilled through Ellis Island. Hmmm]

Sorry for the awful blog entry. Idk what I got out of it, and I hope no one actually is still reading this. God man, go find a hobby. Geez.

And to you, lovely Joanna....still working on the poem thing. Itsa comin. Perhaps in closing, I will quote myself from some previous writer's slump:

Lifting a Pen to the Sky, I Said...Nothing...(part II.)
01/23/2007 07:20 p.m.

Dreck...drivel...tripe

again

Rehashed metaphors, lack of linear thought, and asymmetrical incohesiveness plague my writing currently.

I tried, I had some material from recent dreams even and it...just fogged out on me.

Alas, oh how I want to make love with the pen! Instead I just fornicated on the page, crinkled, and tossed it in the corner.

Not a very interesting journal entry, just venting my non-creativity into the ethereal collective consciousness.

Tomorrow is a new day; hopefully lacking in cliche. grrrrrrr......
I am currently Indifferent
I am listening to Inhaler (Remix) - Hooverphonic