Inherit the fish.

Mr Brady it is the duty of the news paper to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable. I believe now is the time more than ever to recognize this necessity. We ask only that this torch be passed to the bloggers, word wise and sardonic we prickle and poke, we needle and snark. And every so often we also speak great words of praise for those things worthy. This is petty and I realize, but one such thing worthy of my attention is also equally worthy of my money. To that end, what is worth obtaining is always worth fighting for. I am now on the market for a new bass; and I'm saving up for it. It's the passion for the craft that drives me t play, and to carry on.

Writer, baddass, communications b*tch.

Pretty much sums up my f*cking existence. The angst meter is higher than I'd admit to anyone comfortably at this point, one death, one terminal sickness, and one down right petty lie come together in varying degrees of tragedy and annoyance to make for a very odd spring. I can't bring myself to feel for a family not my own, but I also feel the sting of familiar loss. I've been there if not recently. I honestly can't even begin to address the M.S question, or worse than that the issue of a certain other but all persistent insult. To answer these nagging thoughts I play more bass.My callouses are coming in nicely as well. Two years ago, to think I'd be playing bass I might have cringed, but now? Who the f*ck cares, I dig it, isn't that the new point of it all? I wonder if I've become more hedonistic in that way, maybe I have. This had to be up, drivel though it is. It had to be up, if only as the marker of a period of time in my life from which I will eventually grow.

Restless Heart Syndrome

Good Morning and Welcome to Core 1; or, "Determination is the end"

It's been too long since I delivered a complete blog post. So, here goes: "Determination is the end".

I've often operated under the assumption that determination was a means to an end--the end being the successful completion of (insert goal here). But recently I've been thinking that determination, achieving motivation and the will to do, or rather the will to sustain action could be an end in itself.

Kerou-Scene

They're staring. And who gives a f*ck? I'm daydreaming about those shining days, bright, hot, and holy. I'm lost in those metal-in-the-sun memories, searing and psychedelic in hindsight. That's the attitude I have right now, like: I don't even give a shit man! what're you lookin' at, huh? And when things calm down, then it's back to my memories, the warmth, the rush-and you. If this world's doomed to hell then hold on to what little you've stolen. Call it sacred. F*ck all else. Strip pretense and posture and any of the incidental bullshit. That's not me; that's not us. It's pure "them", and I'll be ash before I'm one of them. So let's watch it all burn (you and I, hand-in-hand on the precipice of the end)if that's what's fated. But here in the dark and wind, with the stars dotting our domed sky I have nothing on which to grasp. That is to say nothing but memories of you. Together we're roman f*cking candles against the bleak so burn burn burn baby until we see the little yellow pop and teal shower sparks of glory where they all go "aww" and the cameras flash. I can't forget that kind of thing easily.

Tomorrow will be..rinse repeat

"When you find that perfect person they make the noise kind of go away" he said with a wisened smile. I could tell he was thinking about her. Until then, there's nothing left to do kiddies, but to keep running...

...and the horse you rode in on

I'm beginning to question the wisdom of drinking my way through half a dozen redbull in the span of 8 hours.

I can tell that we weren't meant to be friends

So tell me why you still say 'dear'?