Horizon

let's see...

finding a fish place

pizza by elizabeth's 

going to see and hear some music

getting drunk

enjoying each other's company

i'm worried about your sonogram

i want it to be a supersonogram

i am inspired by your optimystic ways

your natural grace and wisdom

you are my past and my future

my present

our spirits copy and paste and edit one another's

we are from another place and time

we are dancing in the flames

the song is "what a feeling"

we grin like cats

we land on our feet

i wish we had dueling headphones

and ran through the crowds

BROKEN HEART GLUE

you and i are so much the same

anything you think different is where we misunderstood

sometimes things don't come out right

i mean i mean what i say but i feel different sometimes

i'd become a robot just to stay alive and be with you

from the very beginning i had to lie and break your heart

it's not like they're real lies

i'm only giving you half of the truth

it's spin

you were in the wrong lane

i fell in love in your headlights

i had to pull off the road

we know what you need and it's the thing that breaks my heart

it's the times i have to hold back some of the truth

when i have to keep my feelings to myself

as friends i hope you can accept that

this is good for you and i want what is good for you

even if it hurts me

this is my heart breaking in half

it's like the depiction

it's like the lockets

half of my heart wants your happiness

the other half wants mine

i want to roll around in bed with you, wrestling

i want to touch your body firmly

and have you grab hold tightly to me

love can seem cruel

i trust in you

no matter what you do

we are no ordinary people

and shim has reasons

we will walk by the river and talk about philosophy

we will dance to the irresistible beats

all these words i dish out

meaningless without the silence we can have together

i fear that you'll forget me

you give me strength

i'd be scared and sad without you

i'm afraid i'd send you the wrong way down the road

what we have is spiritual

and that pulls my body closer to yours

we are tied together in knots

we both see it together

it's true

and i know why

only it takes time

time that i don't know if we'll have

i'm afraid you'll forget about me

i'm afraid i'll be angry and bitter

at love, at shim, at myself for being modest and humbled in your presence

i know people say they are special all the time

and they think they are

and they are

but you

and i

are two pieces of hay in stacks of needles

we may bang and clash from time to time

but we dance to a louder beat

ESCAPING FROM THE MIND OF THE SELF

That feeling of getting home.  Closing the door behind you.  Where you put your keys.  The rituals that you've made.  

Do you like it?  Do you wish you were home earlier?  Do you wish you worked longer?  Did you bring your work home with you?  Can you even separate the two?

All these things we let into our minds.  The compromises we make.  Maybe it's time to change the filter.  Sometimes we can buy into our own sarcasm and irony.  We stand for the things we despise.  That's ok because it's the beauty we see in our eyes.  But we do soak up a lot of B.S. that we don't necessarily choose too on a conscious level.  We say things sarcastically and people think we mean it.  And we are too kind to argue.

OLIVE TRYING NEW THINGS

i had some olives last night.  i don't even really like olives.  i haven't tried them in years.  really what i did was i learned to not like them.  i think my cousin said something when i tried them that made it not appetizing.  these ones i had though, they were really salty and i think that was added on top of the flavour.  i don't know what kind they were but they were purplish and they didn't have those pit things in them.  they  were chewy and kind of meaty.  i think i can learn to like them.  they were just so salty.  they also had virgin olive oil on them if i remember correctly.  just the idea of trying new foods is inspiring to me.  our tastes change over time and it's worth reconsidering things in general.  you know, maybe i developed the wrong opinion.  it reminds me of first impressions.  i'm not going to say which one is right because they both can be at times but we can be wrong about our first impressions sometimes as well as right.  it's always going to be yes or no anyway.  we aren't genius's with those kind of odds.

try something new.  i'm doing a new diet.  i cut out beef and chicken.  i do things for several reasons, and one of these, hombres is that i don't think i'd wanna kill for food all the time.  so if we as humans shape the world, that we are ultimately in charge of our destiny in evolutionary terms, why not phase out killing for food?  we have the technology!  i'm still eating seafood though.  i feel like a hypocrite.  i am i suppose.  but it's a process.  an evolutionary process.  another reason why is because it's bad for the environment.  it is horribly inefficient in ecological terms as many of you are aware.  go look for yourself.  i'm not going to push eco-propaganda on you now.  but how much does a f***ing cow eat and how much of the cow do you eat.  just be grateful for it's milk.  another big reason:  it's offensive to certain cultures.  not that you shouldn't do things because it offends cultures but because the cow is sacred.  somebody take care of that entry, ok?  

i think those are good enough reasons to make some changes.  plus i have a bet going.  i want to try mushrooms next.  i figure if i get olives and mushrooms down that that would really open up some pizza options for me and put some pizzazz in my life.  i suggest trying something new just to stir it up and keep things interesting.  you never know, you might find something you like: )

MORAL ECONOMIC STABILITY OF THE FUTURE

In the future, when there is a unified world government and one standard of currency exists, there will be an opportunity/dilemma when we will be able to be able morally keep each other moral through the use of economics.  Say you've got the U.S. dollar...

Wait please, I'd like to expand on a little tangent/sidenote.  See, if the whole world is united in peace and diversity, you'd have the United States of the world.  Each region would be in a different "state" due to it's culture.  You'd want to keep diverse cultures I'd think.  It's a good thing.  There would be no nations because there would only be one government.  So keeping that in mind, "statehood" would be the correct terminology.  And they're united.  Got it?  During this state you wouldn't have any wars.  I know what you're thinking, put it on hold for a second.  You'd have terrorist.  Actually "errorists" by this point.  People that don't agree.  Where the world just doesn't compute for them.  We'd know for sure that we were right because we'd keep each other in check because we'd be a responsible society by that point.  So you'd have errorist and misunderstandings.  Actually they are all misunderstandings now aren't they?  Natural disasters and malfunctions and straight up violence for sport depending on the culture.  Let's get back to the economy.

...a world standard.  The good old green back.  And we've also got quarters.  I'm thinking of the quarters we have for each of our states here.  Each state would get its own quarter and each quarter would be of equal value to the next one.  Let's just do a dollar.  Sh*t, ones you can print out with your own face on them even!  So my Delaware quarter, the first state in the Union, is equal to the final state to join the Union, say... the state of Taliban.  Money flows to and fro.  "Hey, buddy, nice doing business with you!"  Everything is going great.  Because at this point we realize that a real, functional economy is based on trust.  (Thank you AIG.  And the others to follow.  So wish there was a 'Mean Inc.')  Products have a clear and transparent value that is verifiable.  Things are f***ing great.  

And then the unthinkable happens.  Kinda like 9/11.   Someone does a bad thing.  And things get stirred up and tempers flare and people blog about it and upload all sorts of sh*t  and there's demonstrations, etc.  If the state that does the social misdeed chooses not to leave the union (which would be legal however a possibly meager existance) and things aren't easily rectified, this "moral economic stability" would be effective:  Don't do business with that state.  It would be considered "dirty money."  Don't do business with the "Taliban State."  They would "suffer" a lower quality of life economically and progress would be slower both technologically and culturally.  It would have a negative impact on that society.  It shouldn't bother the rest of the world because, well, you don't need money to survive and everything is relative anyway.  But the state that did the misdeed would automatically be incentivized to "get their act together."  To be able to work out the problems, find a solution and get back in there with the rest of the world because it is good.  Incentivizing everything in the proper sequence will be understood by this point as well.  So, if some guy who stands for something that you think is wrong tries to sell you something you just say, "No, thank you.  I'll take my business elsewhere.  I don't want your dirty money."  

And that, dear reader, is not only the solution for the future but it is also the solution of the past and most importantly, that is the solution for right f***ing  now.

BARRY ON JAY LENO or BERRY FLAVOURED JELLO

Mr. President was on Jay Leno.

People are mad about something he said.  The R word.  This brings up an opportunity to drop that habit.  It's no good.  I've done it and I know it's no good.  It's a slip of the tongue that caught on with everybody.  Cat got your tongue.  I don't like seeing it on tv or hearing it and I especially don't like it when I say it or my friends say it.  Let's stop this habit now.  While we're at it, let's think about all of the offensive things we might be saying.  Let's clean up our act.

One of my friends said she thought it made him more human which I thought was really nice and open minded about the whole thing.  I wonder if he did it on purpose in order to broach the subject.  See, he's so f***ing cool that he'd make an ass out of himself to show us the foley of our ways.  That doesn't make it cool but it does illustrate how seductive language can be and that is a lesson in itself.  And it shows how cool he is.  

I was just told by a field reporter that he apologized way before it even aired and has been challenged to a bowling match by the best special olympic bowler around.  He's gonna get creamed!

How about this one:  don't call 'em retarded.  Don't call them special with a wink.  Don't call them challenged even.  Let's call them "challengers".  The way I look at it, if you get to choose your life, doing something like that would be a self imposed challenge.  It would take a lot of faith coming from the other side.  But without challenges and hardships we would never be able to rise to our full potential.  I think "challengers" sounds pretty cool too.  It has a more positive vibe to it.  I'm going to push it out in the real world and see if it catches on.

PIZZAZZ

I love pizza.  Isn't it awesome?  I'm getting some pizza right now from the local joint.  Hanging out with some friends watching the hockey game.  Richards scores!  Really I'd rather be watching the BattleStar Galactica finale.

Why don't they have drive thru pizza places?  Maybe they do but I never see them.  I could totally go for that.  And you could place your order in a circle.  Order on one side, they put the slices in the oven conveyer belt thingy and by the time you get to the other side to pay it'd be done.  If it's wrong, just pull back around because you have to wait that long to redo the order anyway.  It would be so yummy if it was done right.  You know you'd eat it.  They have lots of toppings.

I don't like it when cheese congeals.  And I don't like it when I don't get enough slices of pizza.  I've been wanting a pizza so bad all week.  I went over to someone's house the other day and had plans to order one.  I had my stomach set on it all day.  When I got there I ordered right away but everybody was closed.  Why would you answer the phone if you're closed anyway?  So I was bummed.  Man, I can't wait for it to get here.  Oh, ordering on Friday evenings.  They take forever too!

SLEEPY BLOGGY

hello.  that's a new word.  a little over a hundred years old.  neon is associated with the 80's.  you never appreciate the mundane.  the successes.  liquor stores are packed.  people are bumming.  some remember their childhoods.  what mama said.  gambling becomes an option.  you could actually run an economy on gambling as long as charity still existed.  if you won a million dollars and you walked outside and some guy asks you for a dollar would you have a problem with that?  would you give him more?  would he go inside and gamble or spend it on food?  does it really matter?  in my bed i can do pretty much anything.  sure i'd have to make some compromises but really, i think the bed is where it's at.  the best things in life can be done in bed.  using the phrase "think about it" is rude.  think about it.  friedrich nietzshe thought philosophers sucked.  takes one to know one.  i want to use what is there.  i want to redeem myself and let others do the same.  i want people that make fun of asian people that go "berry berry gooood" to have significance somehow.  where the f*** are the flying cars.  think about fish while i drain my bladder.

i want to go see a movie 

but i don't know which one  

there should be a company called "Mean Inc."

and they gave meaning

i cut off my hand

when i went through the fan

on my way recklessly to the ceiling

how revealing

i have to wash my sheets and do the laundry tomorrow.  do you?  i wish i budgeted my time better nowadays.  kids think they know everything.  but as they get older they feel that they didn't really know anything when they were young.  i think both may be possible.

SCRATCHING POST (beta-max version)

Today seems like a good day to start this thing.  Too bad there's only half an hour left in the day.  I've been wanting to be a blogger/journalist for quiet  a while but had to wait for the right time.  The world needs to hear the voices of people.  It always has and it always will.  Now is the time.  Here I am.

Come with me on a fantastic voyage of the heart, of the mind, and in holographic harmony through the quantinuum of existence.  Enjoy a tasty multi-bev or dine on my universally famous "PlazMama's Cooking."  It's a pylon episode.  A roller-coaster of letters and numbers wrapped up in digital relevance with a dash of precognitive serendipity...

When she looked at me that was the signal.  We never settled on one.  We didn't need to.

I pulled out my pen.  "Here's what I think."  The juicy oozing of the ink going clickity clack space space, clickity clickity clickity.  The sound should have been annoying.  Far from it.  Soothing, tranquil.  The touch?  Empathetic.  Ergo.  Bliss incarnate.

"You know, it's been a long time since I felt someone got the rabbies foam just right.  Thank you, garcon."  It was true.  They must have paid a lot of sweat to get that chefbot.  

"More Schlitz, sir?"

"Three more in a doggy bag and could we have the check please?"  I was impatient.  Sometimes you think the flame is out and then you turn around...  Infernos and forehead slapping amidst a cloud of fire retardant and lawsuits.

That's when everything froze.  It looked like really expensive and modern special effects in a blockbuster that don't really deliver but everyone says looked cool anyway.  A frosty crystalline vapor emminated from your bag slowing everyone until a standstill that would last for 8 minutes.  It is impressive but after you've seen it so many times it becomes mundane.

"You couldn't wait for the beer?"  I ask politely.  

"I have to change" you smile at me.  

"Time for...?"

"No, darling, not this time" you cut me off.  "This thing's low on juice and we gotta go."

More cat and mouse games.  It kept us in shape.  Kept us vital.  Made us crazy.

"I'll meet you on the roof.  And wear something that won't set off the fire alarm this time.  I gotta get focused."  I get the look she was expecting from me this time.  Although she says to cut it out she still likes to hear it.  I can see it in her smile and complexion.  It's complex.  It made us a notorious duo in some circles.

I slammed the handle bar to the door that leads to the stairway up the massive complex with an echoey bash.  I do 3 or 4 steps at a time.  I pass on the elevators whenever it's an economical option if only to get a bit of blood flowing.  I pass a frozen hipster smoking a bowl of who knows what towards the last few flights then fling open the rooftop door with another bash.  This time the echo blends into the cacophony of the city's nightlife.  I'm barely winded but I breathe deep city breaths of smog in the way urbanites breathe when they visit somewhere else.  Appreciatively.  Like on the commercials.

I had 4 more minutes and the sunset looked cgi.  These calm moments are my salvation moments and rooftops work good for me at these times.  I want to take a picture with my new Reach9000b in iridescent leather from AmmuZappu.store but couldn't afford to get caught up in it's seductive capabilities.  This "mission"  was too important.  I push "valet" and slip the device back into my trousers and lean on the rail letting the wind do it's thing while time did it's thing.

"How do I look?"  you shout, flinging the door open.

I tingled for the unknownth time.  "Fuzzy" I say with a suggestive laugh to remind you to pick up your new glasses soon.  You giggle and stride past me.  Clever you knew that joke was coming.  "You know what I think anyway."

Slow, deep breaths.  It always worked for me and always fast.  I'm there.  

The skycar floated down from around the next building over, the setting sunlight playing on it's sleek angles.   I was never into skycars as a kid but I finally got one that I liked.  I was picky sometimes.  This baby flowed like wine and handled like a woman's hips.  Always an exciting, thrilling ride.  A modern classic.

  

I do my hand motion  and the gullwing doors open as it sets down in your path.  You smoothly slip into the cockpit in one dazzlingly confident motion only a movie starlet would have the audacity to attempt, never breaking your stride.  Graceful.  You moved that way when you were confident.  You were extra confident tonight.  "Come on 'Speedy Racer', let's see what you got.  I want to pee before we find a seat."

We flew off into the quickly changing lavender skyline, sprinkled and blinking with other skycars and space liners.  I searched for a good song and you opened the sunroof and took off your seatbelt.  You needed to breathe deep too.  We had 39 seconds until the world blew up.