barter system

middle money man
money middle man
man money middle
money man

meddling

iphone junkies

on the train
out to dinner
waiting for a street light to change

in line at the bank
in the elevator
waiting for a burrito

there's always something to do
to update
to entertain
to investigate

you fit neatly in your demographic
snug in the statistics
helping the average
to achieve mediocrity

obese flamingos

Heading back to cali
the weather is transforming this car into a steamy glass box, with water worms chasing each-other across the windows. Ghosts of trailers, sedans, and SUVs whisper past with a hush. "Shhh...." though the secrets they're trying to hide are too sinister for curiosity. They're the skeletons you avert your eyes from when the closet door comes flying open. They are too dangerous to tell. Even more dangerous to know, and our individual bodies are too weak to bear the weight of this secret. It would pulverize. And when I look around at all the people; at all my people, I can't find a single pair of eyes. I only find my own staring back at me in the reflections of all these stunners. Hater blockers. There is too much responsibility in our eyes. And it just keeps on raining...

Huh-Uh Castles ep 2010

Huh-Uh Castles ep is released! finally, something!

it's cute, people. real cute. And cheap. 6bux. bam.

order here: (i'd put a link, but links never seem to post on my blog for some reason. so it's oldskool copypaste all the way)

http://kunaki.com/Sales.asp?PID=PX00ZS7FZ0

gun

I found a gun, last week. It was late and I was In Oakland. Drunk. Walking alone at night, carrying three days worth of stuff and costumes from performing for the 100K Burning Man crowd. I was running through nightmares in my head, playing them out. Being mugged, attacked, harassed. Ten blocks from my house, five blocks, two. As I walked under the bridge just past MacArthur, I saw something on the ground. Something with weight. The city is my shopping center, the ground is my bargain bin. I am a collector. And I welcomed the distraction from fear.

It was a pistol. Probably just a squirt gun.

I picked it up. It was metal. Heavy. The plastic was broken off of one side of the handle from where it had crashed against the concrete. Probably thrown from a car. The serial number had been burnished off. I could see through the broken handle that there were bullets in it. It was real. I put it in my pocket. I liked the weight of it, it felt good. Like power. A whole new series of thoughts came to mind. My fantasy attackers from earlier came back, but this time I had control. I had a gun. But it turned quickly. As quickly as it took to run through the scenario to the point where I'd have to use it. I don't know how to use a gun. I know nothing about them. And by pulling one out, I'm all of a sudden on their level. I'm a threat. NO longer a victim. Shooting me would be no longer murder, but self-defense. Behind that came another stream of fears. Whom-ever discarded the gun might be coming back for it. They would attack me and I wouldn't know how to defend myself. I had a weapon, but didn't know how to use it. I didn't even know how to take the safety off. I wanted to try shooting it, but was afraid it would blow up in my hands. Or perhaps ricochet and hurt me. But it was too late to put it back. This piece of power was turning into a large metallic demon in my pocket. Besides, I didn't want some angry and desperate kid to find it. I figured, if it was with me-- no one would get hurt. I made it home safely and immediately got it out of me. Away from me. I put it in my little dresser with the Barcelonese Mannequin painted on the front. I then cast it out of my mind and went to sleep.

gathering

These bounces are inconsistent
and dreams tatter
for the sake of dreaming

i've begun to fall
trsting that sand will catch me
and break bread with

singers and strummers
thinkers and speakers
players and layers

although cellular explosions
may distract our purpose
our hearts are aligned
and sharp as cupid's arrow

do not forget
we beam brightly

Space

I'm thinking about space again. The spaces between us, and the space inside us. The space that makes us, and eventually will break us. I've been listening to RadioLab shows and Ted talks and documentaries on the subject. I even watched a simulated trip to the farthest reaches of space, stopping at some key attractions along the way (pulsars, quasars, neutron stars, and mirroring galaxies). But there's one argument and re-occuring way of thinking about it that doesn't sit very well with me. Everyone from theoretical physicists to NASA scientists all have the same argument when it comes to encountering the far reaches and the chances of other life. They all fall back on statistics (1/1billion or something near it) chance of encountering other life where it exists while it exists. While these arguments have some validity, one thought keeps making me want to call in to these pre-recorded scientists as they spout their 'ones with a hundred zeros behind it' in regards to how long it would take to travel somewhere an unfathomable distance from here. They are still thinking of it in terms of our combustive engines and linear way of looking at the world. And I haven't heard a single mention by any of these well-informed brilliant minds mentioning in their travel estimates 'but this is just coming from what we know about space and how we know to travel through it TODAY'. When Columbus or Magellan or any other early explorer thought of moving around the earth, they thought of it in terms of months. I'm sure if someone suggested to them that in 24 hours, they could travel all the way around the world and end up where they stand, they would laugh in your face (and more likely, lock you up). They hadn't the technology at the time to be able to conceive of jet propulsion or carbon combustion. So what makes us think that we've got it all figured out at this point? What makes us think that linear combustive travel is the only way? just because that's what we've put all investment in over the past couple hundred years?

I just don't buy it. atoms can make a quantum jump. perhaps there's something that is out of our current sights as far as our technological advancement, but perhaps is just over the horizon