November 24, 2005

• Down in the Valley

  I don’t know why I blog, but suddenly I’ve become addicted. I actually enjoy blogging. Remember that episode of Doogie Howser, M.D. where he’s typing away on his computer and says that his Dad bought him a computer and that in exchange he had to keep a journal on it? Well, I’ve always wanted to do just that and blogging has provided me with the opportunity, even perhaps one better. Because blogs were designed with communities in mind, we’re allowed to comment on them and hence not only do we record our memories and feelings but we get a chance to have interaction on said feelings and memories, good or bad. I’ve also noticed my posts are becoming generally longer too…

  Now that that’s off my chest…
  So here I sit at the peeps waiting to get tired enough to go to sleep. Don’t know if I’ll be staying the night or not, but I do know that I need to get in town early so I can get that computer fixed. (The memory didn’t come before I had to head out to Culman.) So I need to get up to Huntsville, get the memory, put it in and take him his box.

  Other things to do in Huntsville include completing the Arête. I really enjoyed Sunni’s party and have found out that she’s a really good friend. Thus, I hate to leave Huntsville, but then again where Comfort Group calls with large stacks of cash I will follow.

  A word on Cullman…
  It was great getting to actually be in the room with Jesse again. Probably won’t happened again for another six months. That boy is way to busy. Enjoyed myself at his place too, but we shot the shit instead of talking business. Oh well. This too has passed. Oh yeah, Blue Portal is very possibly going to be dissolved around the first of the year…we’ll have to have our meeting at which I’ll be the only attendee.

  …and Snead too
  Had a great time smoking with Timon and getting to meet his new girlfriend. Pissed his sister off immensely thought I think. Well, it doesn’t really matter now; I don’t have anything for her anymore and she never had anything for me. If she wants to bitch, she can go right ahead…and go to hell too. (Just had to throw that last part in for completeness.)

  Reflections
  When I went to bed last night, I was thinking to myself that I should seek to be a good son even though it’s almost too late for that. Guess I had the post from a few days back on my mind and therefore thought about taking the folks out for lunch today, but they were both too busy.

  Speaking of the folks, I can’t believe that I just got them to watch Man on Fire. There wasn’t a whole lot of praise or whopla, but they enjoyed it nevertheless. So now that everyone’s went to bed and I’m awake all by my lonesome, all I can do is hear the music in my head and be depressed.

  Had a fleeting thought sitting here as I was checking my facebook.. Just the normal wave of depression of not having anyone to caress and dote upon this Holiday Season. Maybe it’s for the best that I don’t have anyone. Perhaps I’m just not ready for it. Could be that I just suck that much and the observation that I’ll stay single all my days may just hold true.

  So the girl that I was interested in indeed does have a boyfriend and she seems to be quite happy with him. I’m happy for them. Maybe I’ll have the distinct honor and privilege of taping their weeding. Oh God, why don’t I just let it go. I should just let it go. But like so many other relationships I’ve dreamed myself into, I can’t seem to dream out of this one.

  Dream: let’s go do that right now.

  Una palabra no dice nada
  y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo
  igual que el viento que esconde el agua
  como las flores que esconde el lodo.

  Una mirada no dice nada
  y al mismo tiempo lo dice todo
  como la lluvia sobre tu cara
  o el viejo mapa de algun tesoro.

  Una verdad no dice nada
  y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo
  como una hoguera que no se apaga
  como una piedra que nace polvo.

  Si un dia me faltas no sere nada
  y al mismo tiempo lo sere todo
  porque en tus ojos estan mis alas
  y esta la orilla donde me ahogo,
  porque en tus ojos estan mis alas
  y esta la orilla donde me ahogo.

  Translation

  A word does not say anything
  And at the same time it hides everything
  Just as the wind that hides the water
  Like the flowers that mud hides.

  A glance does not say anything
  And at the same time it says everything
  Like rain on your face
  Or an old treasure map

  A truth does not say anything
  And at the same time it hides everything
  Like a bonfire that does not go out
  Like a stone that is born dust.

  If one day you need me, I will be nothing
  And at the same time I will be everything
  Because in your eyes are my wings
  And the shore where I drown,
  Because in your eyes are my wings
  And the shore where I drown

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