Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from A Million Little Boxes – a work story.

The day that my potato exploded in the microwave was an eye opener.  It was a sign…an omen.  A message from the powers that be.  Maybe I’d nuked that fucker for too long, or maybe I just didn’t give a shit.  Either way, that little vegetable bastard decided to commit culinary suicide and blew itself spud first all over the confines of the microwave with a mere five seconds left.  I mean, c’mon…it couldn’t have kept its composure for a measly five more seconds?  Suck it up, god damn it!  I had no money left, I had no lunch, and I was hungry enough to eat the scum out of the bottom of a homeless man’s shoes.
  It was definitely a sign…an omen…a message from the powers that be.

Poems – Vision. 

I am a huge dreamer.  I try to also be a huge doer.  It is a challenge to find that balance, since it’s often much easier to do the dreaming than it is finding the time and mojo to DO.  The two (hopefully) go hand in hand, as dreams are nothing but fairy tales without action.  As such, I am a huge advocate for dreaming and doing.  A major advocate for living life rather than just existing.  My poems are not meant to be preachy, “this is how you should live your life” style poems, but rather reminders of things that I think about.  Things that I have noticed in my own experiences and in my own walk of life.  I don’t pretend to have any answers at all.  But I’ll tell you what, the quest for those answers is fun…and it is my joy to write about those explorations.  In that vein, feel free to check out today’s observation.  We are all on this journey together…let’s try our best to dream and do.  I’m with you.  Best of luck to you today.

Library Lusting.

So I really like this room.  My love for it was instantaneous.  The quiet intimacy of this room, even without the candles (an impressive touch, I might add), is superb.  The high ceilings and cushy furniture (and table…good for the coffee and the whiskey) add just a touch of the cozy and a fine dose of comfort to really pull the small space together.  And the doors are a great, clever touch to keep the world (and noise) at bay when need be.  This, my friends, is a book lover’s room. 

Theatrical Thursday, featuring Joe Versus the Volcano (1990).

Have you ever seen a movie six thousand times, but only gotten half a whiff of the real depth of that movie after the most recent viewing? Case in point; I’ve seen Joe Versus the Volcano at least 30 times since 1990, but only recently came to understand the immense truths contained within it. The film was always on in the background, and I’d often half ass watched it without really seeing it for what it was. The realization and understanding came slowly; a little bit here, a little bit there, until one day I said “fuck it” and sat down and really watched the film again for the first time. I took it all in with a renewed sense of awareness, and a considerably open mind. I dissected it.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d enjoyed the movie time and again previously, but I’d only just seen the surface of it. And in truth, I was sincerely blown away. For all of its cheese, the movie was an acutely effective, multi-layered glimpse into a man’s thirst for knowledge, meaning, purpose, and self discovery. Looking beyond some of the dated, clunky 90’s camp, it’s quite a deeply rendered portrait of the journey that we all endure in order to accomplish whatever it is we want to accomplish with our lives. It is a great little tale about overcoming obstacles, standing up for your beliefs, and never giving up. Who can’t relate to that, right? And if you’ve ever hated your job, the “I quit” scene below is a revelation.