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In homage to an ATrain Post

A Comparison Between Christianity and early morning weekday television programing:

Both are far more captivating after a few drinks
No matter what story you follow you wonder if there is something better
Both become predictable
You wonder whether they actually think you are paying attention
There is way too much advertisement
I'm only making choices based on what is provided, not what I want
There is an urgency to subscribing now, because later it will be more expensive
Both are demonstrated alot more through violence and drama then love
There's a nagging suspician that there are better ways to spend my time
Jesus's name is used all the time
I've been brainwashed by both since birth
I have to pay for televsion, or I don't get it. I get Christianity for free but am told I'll pay for it if I don't subscribe
I don't understand the fascination with some of the things they show
They both get off on ritual behavior
Angela Landsbury lives in the most dangerous suburb in the world (ok...  that's just for tv, but fucking hell, right?)
Both obscure the act sex.

That's all.  Anyway, I'm going to try and post more.  It helps me keep tabs and whatnot.   So...  to start...  I am saving up for a bicycle.  I really want to try out triathalons.  I know very little about them and am both a terrible swimmer and a poor bicyclist.  In the meantime I have three races I am really looking at.  The first is a couple hours away and am anticipating driving out there by myself and driving back the same.  If anyone wants to make a deal out of it, I think it would be a blast.  Its in late August around area 51 and starts at midnight.  It has a 5k, a half, and a marathon.  The awards go to best dressed alien, not fastest runner, and I guess the medal is done by some Australian artist that is making it all weird for that one particular event  Sounds awesome, no?  The next is the Portland Marathon, and I will say this now...  I am going to qualify for Boston at this run.  I have to come in better than 3:10.   So, that makes the third Boston.  
Other than that?  I took care of a very famous person last night.  If I know you well, then just ask when you get a chance.  It was kinda sad.  Poor guy was losing it.  Operation after operation in the waning years has taken its toll.  He and I got to know eachother while he was still with it and I spent an awful lot of time just chatting with him.  He detected a bit of east coast accent and went crazy for it.  It was really beautiful to watch grey eyes perk up and feel ok about a poor condition.  Got me charged.  Anyway, this morning he was drifting hard and remembered me, but thought everyone else was trying to kill him.  His words, not mine.  It was the end of my shift and there was nothing I could do, so I chatted with him for a while, but could tell when I left that this will be a rough day.  There is no better medicine that could be practiced.  He is just at that point.  I'm almost afraid to go back on Sunday, but if he's there I will be overjoyed.  Unless he is is home.  Then I will be ecstatic.
Poetry has lost me lately.  You ever get in this place where its all there, just not ready for conception?  Its all there.  The god poem and even a running poem exists in fragments, just dont really have a point.  Just a rant.  I don't want to bleed it anymore.  I want to move from the carnal to metaphysical without losing some sort of emotional communion.  Anyway, soon.  I really really really am planning a feature, but not in the conventional settings.  Something like a party.  Something like having a birthday party, where everyone is there to celebrate, but we all get to blow out the candles and eat the cake.  I gots me some idears.  We'll see.
I suppose this is more of a placemarker for me, since I don't post that much anymore, but it certainly isn't a spotlight.  Hope to see you all soon.  What do I mean by soon?  I dunno.  Text me.  I have tonight and tomorrow off.  Kari and I are gonna get some wine and trade stories at my house tonight.  Prolly tenish.  
Lastly...  love you.  I don't say it enough.  Seems like we all got happy seperately and don't get to scream at the moon as much anymore.  Feel free to share mine.  Its up there after dark.  Again, Love ya.

scotty
 

i know i've been getting there over the last few weeks, but I think I'm coming to terms with it.  Everything has been so loud.  i keep racing.  In all senses.  i am missing something here.  its all chains and leather and no romance.  i was only anything for the romance.  its time for a good long rain.  the kind of dusk overcast that makes you think you are smart because you are drinking wine and own books and sitting in the denseness of a relaxing humidity, like carying a leaf at dawn, and existing a life instead of owning it.  and you are.  it is time for closing my eyes without expecting anything.  it is time for slowly...  slowly.  it is time to be still.  it is time to be still.  i think i'll be quiet now.

Naturally, I am a fan of St. Patrick’s Day. There is something cathartic or beautiful about days to celebrate life or lives past in traditional birth or wake fashion. Though this celebration happens for most of us regardless of a date on the calendar or a time of the year, I am pleased to have my friends around me on a day that is set aside for celebration. In years past there have been awful traditions. Moving here, I have started my own. Ever since I’ve lived here I have started every St. Patty’s day with watching Boondock Saints and drinking Irish beer before starting anything. It is odd, granted, but it is ours.

I would like to invite you, my family, to my house to begin some good fun at 5:00pm on Saturday. I will schedule a cab(or limo or whatever based on response) to take us out after, unless there is a volunteer designated driver. Bring food, but especially booze. Bring your friends, but especially your close friends. I will figure out rides and heading out to Fado’s or the strip or whatever based on input and RSVP’s. Leave your cars here. If anyone gets too ambitious you are more then welcome to crash in one of my guest rooms or one of my couches.

I made it a point to work extra strange days to have this time off and would love to have EVERYONE here. I am open to suggestions over the week, but the aforementioned tradition must take place first. Believe me, it’s a party watching it because most of us know it by heart and like yelling at the screen and starting side conversations anyway.

RSVP is a must. I need to know what to schedule. Again, EVERYONE is invited, I just need to know how many will be here. Suggestions for the night excepted. Post or text so’s I know or text or call me. Plus, the English Beat on Friday. Heh.

Love and love and love.

Yours,

Scotty

Though I do have tonight off, I just finished 5 days at the hospital and doubt that I will be even remotely functional until later in the evening.  Good luck to everyone.  On the other hand, I do not work a tuesday for a very long time, and plan to bring it next month.  I can't wait.  I am not setting an alarm today.  I will wake up and get in an overdue long run, but am not sure when I will be done.  Have really been in the ood for pool, so if anyone wants to hit up Mickey's late or something like that, text me.  

New years at the hospital is weird by the way.  It was odd that it was timeless and nonpoignant.  Was around for the last death and the first birth, which didn't so much as put things in perspective as it did make me think about the value of examining the reasons that make us do so.  Somehow, I think life doesn't get its just do's as simply being life worthy of its own course and substance. 

Also, I disagree with the execution of Sadam, but I do believe he was a murdering tyrant.  Not one broadcast discussed Neuremburg, though every one made the Hitler comparison.  Interesting, no?  Justice seems best understood as an excuse as opposed to a right.  Any other murdering tyrants that should be examined?  Hmmmmm....

Finally, James Brown did more for music than Ford did for the Presidency.  Where you at now history channel?

Happy 2007.  Feel free to "Get up-ah" and "Get down-uh".

Ok ok ok...  I know that there have been rants and raves about bad things in the past...  but check this out:

My birthday began with food poisoning and throwing up at work nonstop.  Was sent home.  Woke up about 6am and was so pissed that I was sick on my Birthday that I went for a run to beat it out of me.  Ran from my house to Kari's and back.  Only lost my lunch once.  It was an easy run, just knew I was sick the whole time.  I think that's about 12-14 miles.

Anyway, Stayed up all day and decided to just see it through and go to work this evening despite a pain in my side.  At work we had a huge code and there was alot of physical exertion and I ended up being in more and more pain.  By one in the morning I was rushed down to ER, unable to breath and in total pain.  Every breath hurt with a sharp pain in my side.  I was given multiple x-rays and a ct scan with contrast.  Turns out I am retardedly healthy.  My labs were perfect, my blood pressure is 114/65.  My SPo2's were 99% and my heart rate just below 40.  Fucking athletic.  The problem?  Most likely tore every muscle beneath my lower right rib cage.

I run a marathon in 2 weeks.

fuck.

Well if MC-A is gonna make a post....

Pillowmaniac-  I am really glad I got to see this.  The play as a whole, was not mindblowing.  I did not change anything in my life because of it.  The whole thing had these little elements that make it personal though.  It reminds me of watching a movie that everyone comes away from with entirely different reasons for liking it.  First off?  The stories that the main character wrote were sick.  They were depressing and short.  They were all like those haikus that are so chock full of metaphor it is almost too hard to digest.  I am jealous that kari got to see it twice.  It's just so fucking macabre.  All of the actors, save Sean and the little girl were pretty average.  They didn't seem very into the role.  Ever recite a personal poem you just aren't feeling at the time?  I bet they do.  Anyway, I've seen Silly Bob cry through poems and give passion teeth in simple conversation.  This was different.  He was almost muted.  He was so respectful of the character.  It really showed off his acting ability.  He knows how to control his lines very very well.  I was again impressed.  See him act as soon as possible.  (Also...  slam judges...  he is an ACTOR!!!  you cannot trust him!!!!  Unless, of course, I am not slamming...  then by all means believe every fucking word he says.  kidding)  Anyway, I think that anyone who saw this would agree, Sean forced folks  to ACT in ever scene they had with him.  Perhaps its like how he forces folks to have a great time even when they don't know they're capable of it.

Workstock-  Been in a real funk there lately.  I've avoided dealing with pt's because I just don't feel it as much anymore.  Its become extremely cynical.  Sometimes I feel like if they want to fight life that much then fucking let em.  I get sick of trying to force people to get better.  I've forgotten that most of the folks I deal with are at wits end and are making impulsive choices because the constant in and out of the hospital has made them near numb.  I suppose we are in the same place, just opposite sides of the camera.  Anyway, this week I have dealt with ALOT of bad shit.  Just bad bad circumstances and been forced to deal with pt's and families.  The weird part is that there is something in me that is happy and perhaps even good at helping sick people.  My demeanor became cal and I listened more than I talked.  I spent two hours this morning talking down a combative pt who had been doing drugs for so long that no sedative had an effect on him.  He was totally delusional and I was his son, his old coworker, and at better times his only friend.  He believed that we were in Montana and it was snowing.  We talked about the snow.  Finally we got an order for Ativan (alot of good that was gonna do) and he went even crazier about getting an injection.  So....  we talked for a while.  I asked him what he wanted me to do by explaining we were at an impass.  He had to have a shot, and there was no way around it.  I asked him for suggestions.  After only a few inutes he agreed to it.  God.  The smile my insides was huge.  I did not force anything.  I gave him enough options untill he felt that he had decided to have the shot.  I hope that this is real.  I hope I have a gift.  I hope, more than poetry or music or anything else that this is it.  Its like winning a slam.  You are not better, you just touched someone enough with your words to be touched back. Fucking ear to ear.

Ed Bradley-  You know...  I really don't know a ton about the guy but I watched the eulogy given by Bill Cosby.  If you can find it somewhere you should watch it.  It was the perfect version of funny meets sad.  I was very moved by this.  Strange title to have this under, but I lost an old friend this year that hails from the days I talk about in my "hygenically solefull" poem.  We also lost Uncle Bobby.  Over silent dinner I reflected on this but I think I listened to Cosby and filled in some of the words to make it fit in my head.  There is a way to carry on that is not always as hard as it is just difficult.  You get reminders all the time.  Now, I know that Josh did not accomplish as much as Bobby or Bradley, but some of me feels ok with what happened to Josh.  My blood pressure is down.  There is never as much of a let go as there is that feeling of knowing that I know how I held him for my part.  I am settled there.  Though it was way too early, we were never liars in love and that plays infinite to me.  Two of them were from pittsburgh.  I imagine the PNC building on fire with an early sun saying "I'm awake now too".

Oldage-  (if anyone gets this reference I will buy them a beer).  Anyway, I get older soon.  I mean, you're all doing it, I just feel like I'm doing it quicker.  We have a secret santa every year at the hospital and list a few of the things we would like on a peice of paper to guide whoever pulls our tab.  Last year, all I wrote was world peace.  The older Phillipina gal who got it still gives me shit about it.  I requested she get me again this year (then again, I'm a dck like that).  I think that everyone has told me that I am impossible to buy for and perhaps has been looking for hints.  Honestly?  I want to request something like "last year".  Anyway, it really doesn't matter.  It would be nice to have every single one of my friends together.  That would make me so happy.  I mean, not even as a birthday party, but just a party.  I think that Mags is putting something together (I hope she is), but get in touch with her.  It would be orgasmic to have everyone in the same room and just go nuts.  

The real blog-  For your digestion.  I am going to go run at 7.  I will be home by 9.  I am going to drink a little and do alot of reading.  If people want to show up with a monopoly board, any board game, and some booze that would be welcomed.  I am completely cool with just coolin out by my self but if you don't have plans and want to come over grab some wine or beer and your favorite board game and come over... text me before I hit the bricks at 7  It would be boss (how's that for pixburgh Kari?).  Otherwise, I really hope to see you folks next week.  Love and love and love, Scotty.

p.s.-  Aaron, though you are a dirty dirty bitch thanks for getting the dishes.  I get the feeling you read this shit more than the dry erase board.  Also... check out the supposed 3000 buck I won on the table and tell me if you think its legit.

p.p.s.- Andy hall....  miss you.

p.p.p.s.-  Some of the keys on my keyboard don't hit.  Sorry.  I'm sure you;ll figure it out.

I want your revolution

And I want it to be pod cast
And I want to blog about it
I want a smaller smarter cell phone
With satellite connections so I can text message Martians
And connection plans to my Myspace top eight
With separate ring-tones from Mtv’s top ten 
that really say something special and unique about all of them

If only Beyonce would write that song that really reminds me of my grandparents 
I could revolt and speed dial home at the same time
“Yo grandma!!!! What up G?
And she would pick up her picket placard and say
“Yesssir”

I want to collect celebrity baseball cards and trade them over mocha frappa double shot lattes at Starbucks. 
Sipping at specifically 140 degrees and showing off my mint condition Suri Cruise.

I want Xzibit to pimp the revolution and have West Coast Custom’s airbrush Huey Newton on the hood, Karl Marx on one side, Gandhi on the other, Nelson Mandela on the roof and Justin Timberlake on the grill dressed as John Lennon and instead of sexy he would be “Bringing revolution back” in Zach De la Rocha’s voice.

And you could hold up the Salvador Dali print from your dorm room and chant the Che Guevara quotes stitched into your Rocawear 
so the revolution will not have to be memorized.

No the revolution will be “old school” and star Will Ferrell and Colin Ferrell so it will be funny and give the mistier of controversy and alcoholism a lighter brighter Downey smell so we can wear our problems fashionably.

It won’t even be called “The Revolution”. It will be called “The Apple-Disney-Time Warner-Nike-Rock the Vote Woodstock 6” 
and Green Day will write the song that can also double as the theme music for your senior prom.

And Punk‘d will be renamed “Shock and Awe” and Operation Iraqi Freedom will get all embarrassed and be like 
“Oh, man, you so got us”

and Paris Hilton will call it “hot”. 
And Bush will call it “Strategery”
And it will be both

Hallmark will have clever greeting cards
The malls will fill with “Half off during the Revolution!” sales
Public schools will have a half day
Businesses will pay time and a half
And it will feel like a holy day

And the truth is the revolution will be like checking the road map in a bullet train
It will be a crucifix without a religion 
That martyrs our pasts so we can worship ourselves

It will be divorce and rape and religion and war
It will be abortion and capitol punishment and homophobia and racism
It will be barbed wire walls and nerve gas and concentration camps and nuclear bombs
It will be now but more like tomorrow already on layaway
And it will be a bargain of an enlightenment

And then it will be quiet

And thank god for silence
The way it cleans up the chalkboard
The way it tidies up the noise in our playroom lives
After the children of our consciousness escape across our tongues 
Sailing close to the wind down our freeways and up our skyscrapers
Across the airwaves 
Through our ATM’s, DVD‘s, MP3, and CD players
By boat, plane, train and automobile
over every ocean and desert and forest

Thank god for silence
And how if we plug our ears and close our eyes and slip underwater we can hear it

I want your revolution
Because I know exactly how it will sound...

When it is over

Trying a new avenue...  heh.


Smiling like an orange peel

Fragile and tough and protective and bitter to the taste

But still you know there is a sweetness

If you could taste me..

You would

Forgetting the fact that I have never been able to break my own heart

I run love races like Mercury

And train for the marathons in heat waves

Pumping wake in cardiac cartography

So the map ain’t more than a bleeding treasure chest

Starting from the ellipsis of my fingerprint

To the grooves in my bone marrow

To the veins that get bumpy like the Pennsylvania Turnpike

Hoping that if that the toll has been paid

You need simply tread

A ribcage that kneads a heart

Into a shape like your palm

And hold as you would an infant

What I have saved in folds of fantasizing your touch

This roadmap to my soul

Solely created for a Magellan

I have always imagined

In your image

And that reminds me that we both look at the same stars

And navigate little wishes like home movies

Letting fortune hold a camera with an endless reel

Of polyphonic touch in surround sound secret glances

Confusing my sleeping thoughts with voicemail kisses

And the way you smell

On my pillow case

From miles away

(Especially on Tuesdays)

I’ve never been a wrecking ball

But both of us have calluses that say

We must have swung a lot of hammers

Somehow you can slip yours across mine

Like the way a subtle perfume measures a room

And makes itself at home

Over and over again

Being the bad apple has had its downfalls

From the family tree

From the cognition of open eyes

From the parts of the universe dripping an atmosphere

With clouds as far away as the subconscious seems

And rays that fall like soft hair

From a grooming sun

But nothing organic ever really dies

And if we have grown together

Then you have known me from a sapling

That has learned to smile

Like an orange peel

Welly welly well my little droogies...  Rives is booked for the 8th of October, so lets show him a great time!  He has been really cool about everything and is not even asking for a merch table or anything. Purely out of the goodness of his heart.

Anyway, am I setting this up?  Does anyone have any preferences?  I was thinking about just doing it at hookah.  Could we have october's qualifier here?  Let me know so I can let him know.

That's all.