Steal Your Face

Smoke a cigarette in the silence of the driveway. Enjoy the darkness and the quiet. Nothing above but stars and empty branches. The country exhaled today and it felt good, but like with nearly everything in life, this is not the finish line. We have miles to go.

Go it alone. Go in the quiet. Find the reminders. Seek not to be approved. Settle the past. Everything is exactly as it should be. 

Dogs walking people. Sirens in the distance. 

The show at First Ave. The broken pedal. The distance in that parking ramp. The van and the truck and the adventures. Forward. Soak it in. Feel it brush past you in the wind. Nothin left to do but smile, smile, smile.

Ten Things

Name ten things you wanna do before you die and then go do them
Name ten places you really wanna be before you die and then go to them
Name ten books you wanna read before you die and then go read them
Name ten songs you wanna hear again before you die, get all of your friends together and scream them

Because right now all you have is time time time yeah,
But someday that time will run out
That's the only thing you can be absolutely certain aboutp

Think of all the things that are wrong with your life and then fix them
Think of all the things that you love about your life, be thankful you are blessed with them
Think of all the things that hold you back and realize that you don't need them
Think of all the mistakes you have made in your life, make sure that you never repeat them

Because right now all you have is time time time yeah,
But someday that time will run out
That's the only thing you can be absolutely certain about

Name ten thousand reasons why you never wanna die, go and tell someone who might've forgotten
Try to list the endless reasons why it's good to be alive, and then just smile for awhile about them

Soon the sun will rise and another day will come
Soon enough the sun will set, another day will be gone

And right now all you have is time time time yeah,
But someday that time will run out
That's the only thing you can be absolutely certain about

  • Paul Baribeau

This Is Our Moment

Do we vote on the basis of how the election will benefit ourselves? Or do we vote on the basis of how the election will benefit everyone that lives in this country? Are we hung up on one issue? Are we hung up on a handful of issues? Have we actually taken the time to consider what the struggles are for people that don’t live in our own skin and who’s blood is not pushed through their system with our very own heart? 

Not one person’s reality is identical to that of another and yet we all have a couple of things in common. First, we are all human. Second, we all call this country home.

On January 20th, 1961, John Fitzgerald Kennedy asked us to consider not what our country can do for us, but rather, what we can do for our country. 

This is our moment. This is our time to stand up for our neighbors and for the people we pass in silence on our way to work. This is our time to put our personal interests aside. This is our time to set down our 401k’s and our retirement savings. This is our time to look past the two vehicles in our garage and the ones and zeros that make up the false security that is the stock market. This is our time to use the gross privilege that comes with our white skin. This is our time. This is our time to vote for the benefit of everyone. This is our time to vote for the benefit of black, brown and indigenous people in this country. This is our time to vote for the benefit of women and children in this country. This is our time to vote for the benefit of gays and lesbians and transgendered folks in this country. This is our time to vote for the benefit of immigrants coming to this country to pursue the freedom we have promoted so enthusiastically for more than 250 years. This is our time to vote for benefit of every single American that has been mistreated and/or marginalized. This is our time to vote for our climate and our justice system and the future of our way of life. This. Is. Our. Time.

So...I beg you to take a second and look in the mirror. Look in the mirror and have that hard conversation. Look in the mirror and ask yourself if the choices you make today are being made to benefit yourself or if they are being made to benefits others. I beg you to consider your vote, not for you, but for all of those that you may help live in a truly free nation filled with equal rights for all.

Our collective and independent American ego is a runaway train and we are the only ones that can slow it down and get it to come to a peaceful stop. We can do that or we can protect ourselves, in our castles built for one...again. We can stop this divisive madness or we can protect our self. It is our choice and there has never been a more important moment to decide which it will be.

Nothing in the news is real anymore and no one knows who to believe. Television talking heads just spit out endless opinions and the politicians, on both sides of the aisle, at the local level and in DC, just talk and talk and talk to protect their own livelihood. Anything and everything can be said to protect the self. It’s who we have become as the consuming public and, similarly, as public servants.

That said, this, too, is just words. More noise. More opinion. Do what you like. Protect your own interest or put down the words and change your actions to protect those that share your community. You have the power to shift. You have the power to shape. You have the power to act. You have the power to vote.

https://www.vote.org/

https://www.vote.org/

Ridges

Walk down by the railroad tracks with the broken glass and standing water. Pass the fork in the trail where one road leads to the houseless folks and the other to smell of something dying. Cross the bridge where the children die and head all the way down to where the egos explode. It’s a campground in the old haunts and a chain bolted to the wall for the fish in the bowl. Country music on repeat and seven Saturdays a month. The dog will lose his appetite if there isn’t enough attention. 

Walk more. Look less. 

Rake the leaves off the driveway and wonder why there aren’t enough limbs on the tree. Fire holes and long forgotten loves. Ridges on the edge of town and rows and rows of soup cans. Time stops and all the restaurants change names. You never get to go backwards and you’ll only ever be brooding. Write it all down on paper and film it. Go back to art and do what feels good. 

Clouds. Rain. Sunday.

Get a box and put everything it. Fill it full and tape it shut and mail it off to some address in the distance. Nothing to see here, folks. Go on home. 

Live. Lake. Love.

The Desert

Turn the goddamn light out and leave the keys in the bottom of the empty pool out back. Hop the fence and walk out into the desert for one last time. They’ll never find you out there. The mortgage and the banks and all those fuckers that earmarked all your money before you ever earned it anyway. Tell em they can pound sand. Tell em they can take the house and the car. Tell em they can take the job and all the attachment. The desert is out there and it’s waiting. It’s waiting for you to take that first step into the cold darkness. Fuck em all. Fuck everything. They took and took until they dried you up. Twenty years they cashed your checks. Twenty years and you’re not further ahead. In fact, you’re still behind and it ain’t gonna change. Leave the light on and flush the key down the toilet. The desert is waiting.

09.24.20

Numbness and anxiety and a willingness to shift the behavior away from self-seeking. Books on the nightstand. Rain outside. So many songs about change and thousands in the streets...pushing just to push. Yelling just to yell. Fighting just to fight. Close the eyes. Lie down. Remember the purpose and the byproducts. All is not lost, but everything will eventually disappear. The mirror will deceive. The camera will add another life. You’ll be broken if you don’t stand up. Remember the effort. Make the bed. 

09.20.20

Calm the mind.

Calm the mind.

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Calm the mind.

Calm the mind.

Heal the soul.

09.11.20

Sometimes I think of you as an electric blanket and you’re plugged into the wall behind the dark wood that surrounds my water bed. There, behind the tapestry of Bob Marley that hangs from the ceiling, you heat up to heal me in my time of great need. Yep, you’re an electric blanket and I’m thirteen and I have a Tribe Called Quest cd hidden under my headboard because it has adult language. All the way back then before the house changed hands. In the old neighborhood. You old electric blanket. 

08.28.20

I saw a man walking on a bridge. He was being followed by an ambulance driver as several law enforcement personnel approached from every direction.

I imagine he was planning to jump into the river below.

i saw a truck with American flags jammed into the sidewalks of its bed.

I imagine the flags were some extension of their political beliefs.

I saw people burning candles at the space where a person killed themself the other day.

I imagine the exercise was an extension of the stress those that were lighting the candles have been carrying for some time.

I saw a line of cars at the coffee store and it looked a lot like the line that was there yesterday and the day before that and the day before that.

I imagine the line looks the same every day and the line never gets shorter.

I saw myself on a bike and I was smiling.

I imagine my old self would be real pleased to know I saw myself today.

08.14.20

Two nights in a row with some real gnarly dreams.

The first night was sleep paralysis.

Last night was just plain bonkers.

Both were stressful.

08.09.20

Stop avoiding the inevitable because ignoring the things that need to get done doesn’t make the things that need to get done go away.

Avoidance leads to compounded interest and ultimately a net loss, or, at a minimum, a larger mountain to climb.

Pull the bandaid off. Cross the T’s and dot the I’s. If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.

08.05.20

In the sliver of time that elapses between being hopeful and feeling hopeless you transition from getting by to being absolutely fucked. Maybe next time…

08.02.20

I have three spaces in my brain and they are:

  1. Excitement

  2. Indifference

  3. Depression

After years of looking inward at the ways in which these three spaces hold experiences for me, I have decided it makes the most sense for me to try and move everything that can be moved into the Excitement space. 

It’s my life and I get to do that. 

But how?

I estimate that the best practice is to take an inventory of the things that regularly occupy my brain and then transfer them to a pros and cons list. 

If the pros outweigh the cons, the experience gets moved to the Excitement space.

If the cons outweigh the pros, the experience gets abandoned, whereby eliminating the experiences typically held in the Indifferent or Depression spaces. 

Seems legit on paper, but I bet it’s real hard in practice. I suppose that why it’s called a practice and not a perfection. 

07.28.20 pt. 2

Look around at all the city living adventurers in their fancy Subaru’s. I suppose I’m guilty of wearing the same robe, as I drive a tiny little Jeep as a means to see my kids regularly without killing myself buy purchasing fuel over and over. Either way, there are city dwelling adventurer types with Instagram handles and hashtags that validate their willingness to incur revolving monthly debt...which, as I’ve learned, is the enemy of personal freedom...so I find it fascinating that this population of digital outdoor enthusiasts commits over and over again to perpetuating the limited use of natural resources by acquiring more and more outdoorsy things as though the acquisition of said items is some kind of badge of honor that these folks wear to help others identify them as nature loving socialists. 

It’s fascinating. It really is. 

I should mention that, in addition to owning a tiny little Jeep, I also own an old conversion van that my kids and I converted to a camper. It is a money hole and I’m considering selling it. In fact, if you’d like to buy it, the price is $4500. It has a lot of new parts and it starts every time. It’s actually wonderful, but I haven’t had the time to enjoy it this year with the way bike sales have been skyrocketing. 

Anyway...I digress.

The city is amazing and I am consistently amused by the number of folks that look identical to so many other folks in an attempt to establish their identity in a crowd.

Just observations I guess...and a natural byproduct of people living on top of each other with limited access to things like clothes and haircuts and shoes. Not to mention the reality that the manner in which our collective styles trend is ubiquitous, as is our access to the media that promotes it. 

On a side note, we think we’re living in some unprecedented and tumultuous times. Maybe that’s because we regularly have access to everyone else’s opinion and while it’s obvious that we cannot seem to look away, we most definitely cannot discern fact from fiction in the threads we consume. 

Just remember, opinions are the same as beliefs and beliefs are like assholes; everybody has one and everybody thinks everyone else’s stinks. 

07.28.20

A false front. A facade. A presentation of characteristics that lets all onlookers believe that everything is exactly as it should be at any given moment. Every alcoholics uniform. The flying flag of the life-long drug addict. The earmark of the adult child. So good when it lies silently on paper, but an abomination when it all becomes clear that the entire existence is riddled with fear and expectation and assumption. A two-sided coin. 

It’s 3:00am and I’m awake. Disrupted from my sleep by a brain full of ideas and worry. Rustled from my slumber by the caffeine consumed in my youth. I’d write back, but I’m disappointed. Let down by the aforementioned. Confused by the paradox. The commute is long. The days are longer and they just get stacked on each other. It can’t always be this way, but for now, in this darkness, I am still upset or up and set or simply just up. Accept. Just words. So much expectation. So much assumption. Ultimately just an ultimatum in disguise. A fire quietly covered under a pristine horse drawn wagon. Wooden wheels and all. Human to human. That’s the only way. If I write it all out I’ll just end up exploding or vomiting or going flat. So much good and so much bad. You’d think it would balance itself, but it really doesn’t.

07.27.20

Dump the words into a blender, turn it on and let it run for a bit. Pour the contents into a glass. Let it rest on the counter. When eight minutes have passed, take the now full glass in your right hand and throw it through the dining room window. Your ribs will break. Your lung will collapse. You’ll be hospitalized a couple of times. It won’t make anything better, but you can try and schedule it away. You can make the appointments and keep the meetings, but it isn’t going to get better because at the end of the day they’re all just words. Words. Words. Words. 

07.22.20

Tonight I stood under a street lamp looking for a comet that was hidden behind a house. 

Today I drank from a fire hose.

Tomorrow I’ll drive the drive and listen to the music and punch the clock and sit in the driveway.

The days fold into each other. Like cake batter that one time I made myself a birthday treat.