Monday, December 15, 2014

Street Art 817:1

Performing at the Franconia-Springfield Metro in VA
Playing for 30+ years (didn't even notice it's been so long)
Learned from fiddling and watching the other guys
Plays in church sometimes
Needs a new amp

Songs performed:
Lovely Day by Bill Withers
Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple

Held his guitar for a minute while he used the restroom (it's crazy how much strangers trust me, but that's cool). 
Checked something off my bucketlist: be a street artist. Although it was only for a few minutes and I didn't make a dollar. I credit that to my inability to play, but I'll get there. Next time. One day. Someday soon. 

Sunday, December 14, 2014

My Mom & Her Friends

On the subject of class reunions:

"You know, we should go to one of those reunions one of these days"

"We can't! Everybody's dead!"

Looking Thru Their Yearbook

On inquiring about old friends from high school: 
"I don't even like asking about people. They be dead.."

On teenage pregnancy amongst their peers:

"There's Cynthia! Remember when she got pregnant?" 
"Yea it was surprising when that happened"
"Why? She was a ho."

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Drunken Poetry

Prolly don't make no sense. My subconscious. Full of cliches. YOLF

La Cerveza Mas Fina

The shelf life of malt liquor
1 hour
1 quart

To write in this state
1 broken mind
no imagination
too much time

the room floats
the consumer is stable
sturdy as a rock
all is able to happen here

there are no fears
no inhibitions
to call someone would be a mistake

there's solace here
in this place
in this glass bottle
on this drunken tongue lingers
a malted heir
twisted words
and honesty

although it's not to be comprehended

words of courage are born here
bad habits don't form
no habits are bad
these are the actions that warm
no need for discipline
heed the warning

in this bottle
there is knowledge
truth and solace
nothing is wrong here


But what about sobriety

You fool

You think this is good for you


A dunce cap for you

sit there and entertain

let the people enjoy at your expense

entertain them Charlie

they will love you

Drink and be merry

they will love you

I promise

Friday, December 5, 2014

I Once Went to the West Coast

It was nice, not what I was expecting. The people weirded me out a little. Maybe I have too much of the east coast skepticism. I still wanna go to Berkeley tho.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

The Planetary Society

Guess who met Bill Nye. You know, the science guy?

It was so sweeeeeeet!

Although I missed the whole speech messing around with my mom. She lucky I love her unconditionally. -___- (tbh it was nice sharing an experience with someone for a change)

It was about water discoveries in space, space exploration and all those exciting things. To be honest, I was more interested in the topic than he, but getting a celebrity that helped shape so much of my future as a child was a perk. 

However, I know I shouldn't be surprised, but he didn't want to hear my thank you it seemed. I get it, he gets it all the time and that's such a small part of his career. This man was extremely accomplished before the show. I mean, how do you think he got there in the first place! Yet, I wanted him to know how he helped shift the path of that little girl sitting on the floor in our apartment in Henrico. He wasn't the worse, but he wouldn't let me express it fully. It was jovial tho, he's good with the jokes. I find it hard to believe that one of my favorite things, as a 6 year old, or the way I learned the colors of the rainbow, had little interest in hearing about it. He did invite me to join the planetary society, and he told me that the love of science is something that never lets go once it grabs hold. But don't you see the hero you are Mr. Nye? You've inspired a generation of scientist, educators, etc. Some of which (like myself) would not have had the opportunity to become interested in STEM fields. Our schools, as we all know, don't always cut it. The communities are lacking sometimes, but the television.... we learn so much from it. We are educated thru the arts. Art of all forms,  be it writing, images, movement, whatever, it teaches something. 

Art is Science.

Where they meet, is faith. 

Art is Science is Faith

Monday, December 1, 2014