Gulf

(May 21)

Its been a little over a month since the gulf started gushing fuel. Undetermined amounts of methane and oil are making their way to the surface from the depths of the Gulf; it seems both goverment and private entities are powerless to stop it. The combined antics of BP, Haliburton and Transocean have dug a hole that no one seems to be able to dig out of.

Meanwhile our precious refuges are being soiled and ways of life marred. I cannot say whether the damage is irreperable, but, I can only imagine given the already depleted regions and poor economy. I can only hope that this will serve to highlight and finally codify the evolution that needs to occur. Crony capitalism is what has brought down the financial system and made a huge gulf between the rich and poor; Crony capiltalism is why the gulf is gushing.

Untitled

(April 17th - Beware contents may be whiny)

Happy Birthday to me. This blog started as a way to share pictures of my first birthday extrvaganza. It came to be an outlet following surgery and a means of pontificating my ideology.

If a tree falls in the middle of the woods does a make a sound? Is the hot air I blow on a weekly basis making any difference? Does it matter?

What I do know is that this venue has allowed me to be more creative. I used to scribble random thoughts on notepads littered around the house; Incomplete thoughts and ramblings without focus or a need for completeness.

These threads of cosciousness are now take shape as poems, menifestos and random shit. I am not sure if I would have lost my sanity without it but I do know I would be less put together. So a toast is due to the blogisphere and all the poets, writers, mcs and journalists doing their thing. I am glad to add my tiny voice to the chorus.

B-boy

(April 18th - Beware contents may be whiny)

I have had a bad run on birthdays as of late. After a couple years of really awesome celebrations I have gotten myself into a rut. I can't seem to find anything that feels right. I tried keeping things completely lowkey and I hated it. I thought full posse might do the trick but it hasn't felt like a birthday.

I am not looking to have people worship my every step but I feel shut out. It is absolutely my fault as I have purposely kept it quiet but I am still questioning where the love is. So I guess I need to go on a blowhorn next year. I am gonna start planning early. Maybe I can go to a tropical island or watch the knicks if they are any good. So it is time to go to the drawing board, figure out what I like; what's truly me.

A long way to you

(April 23rd)

I started this journey @ 2am. The day was new, there was a crispness in the air. The truth is that this journey started 2 months ago, we were new; still much left to be discovered. From the day we met i knew that i had to come back to you.

Each torturous day soothed by your garbled voice over skype. Reconstructed in my brain to sound like the more like your particular pitch. I have closed the distance yet too many miles and hours still seperate us. I am doing hard time and the airport aiting area is my cell.

I have been bounced around, turned around, rerouted and overbooked. Yet I find myself single-minded, focus and determined to get to you. My desire is to breathe, to eat and to be with you. Minutes turns to hours and the sun begins to fade away from this day.

The setting sun is a glorious crimson, mirroring the delight, the passion I feel having returned to your presence. This feels like the first time, like catterpillars reaching their prime, like the butterflies let loose in my mind. A universe of possibilities, combinations and permutations have led you to me and us to now.

Roatan Part Deux

(April 23rd)

I started packing days in advance so I would be fully prepared for me trip. I checked, double-checked and tripled-checked and still managed to forget several items. I left the most important, thoughtful items at home; I fail.

I was quick to get out in the morning. Running on just 1 hour of sleep is somehow invigorating. Perhaps it is the fact that at any moment I could be asleep again.

I stepped to the check-in counter to begin what I felt was to be a run of the mill transaction. I handed over my passport, "Mr James?" There was about 5 minutes of key mashing and facial contortions. After one last look of concern the agent go up and walked to a super agent. Their short powow cause my original agent to walk clear across the area to speak to another individual. This meeting of the minds also consulted super-agent. Having quietly waited while this all went down I decided it was time for some action, "is there a problem with my ticket?" Was met with "not that I know of sir" by super agent. Really odd given what I have noticed thus far.

The discussions and calls wnet back and forth for a long time. Agent eventually came back to talk face to face with super-agent then took a quick look at his terminal. I asked him the same question i had asked super-agent. We overbooked your flight and you are the last one on the list. We are trying to find any alternate"

I guess that isn't a problem with my ticket, super-agent was right, i just didnt have a ticket to speak of. "Could you find a way to get me final stop to be Roatan" After some fanagling between agent, super-agent and I, i was granted a ticket to Roatan; planned arrival 6pm which makes my grand total 15 hours from departure.

April was Lame

My bday month was really lame except for a few choice parts. April can officially suck it.