Letting Go

Cold blowing rain
Tapping against my window pane
Slowing turning my mind insane

Something's right, everything's wrong
I can't win when it's so easy to lose
All I can do is just play along

Tight hold on reality
Never wanting to let go
Using life as a formality
And the rain turns to snow

All these pains we face
Come again day after day
We're only left with a trace
Of the way we felt yesterday

Random Cell Phone Image Day!

What's so special about a NYC taxi cab? Nothing really, except that I took this picture in Vancouver.

More JH Musings

To me, it's a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?" you can say, "Sorry, got these sacks."

Sometimes I get so serious and start thinking about death. When I die, I would like to go peacefully, in my sleep, like my Grandfather did. Not screaming and yelling like the passenger in his car.

Did you notice that's 3 postings in 4 days?? I can feel my consistency coming back.

One last thing...

If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.

Fallen

With each passing minute
This weight pushes me down
Every time I look around
I’m further in the ground

The harder I try
The farther I fall
Life has brought me to my knees
And I’ve forgotten how to crawl

I climb a rock
The mountain crumbles
I run so far
Then I stumble

Every corner I turn
Brings me to an end
Every person I know
Denies they’re my friend

I sit here and wait
My broken wings won’t fly
I live in this state
Just trying to survive

I'm going to Wichita, Far from this opera for evermore

Last week I went to see the White Stripes play the Orpheum theatre. It was a first-rate performance and exceptionally entertaining. Although I wish I could understand what the hell Jack White is saying sometimes. A strange kat, but darn good guitarist. (Did I just say “strange kat”??) And well I have never given it much thought; there was something about the way Meg White drove beats out with reckless abandon that suddenly makes me strangely attracted to her. Is that normal?

We were up in the second balcony so unfortunately my piddly Motorola couldn't zoom in close enough to capture the duo playing on stage. But here is a pretty unique shot of Meg playing while her shadow is cast on the right side of the theatre wall. We missed the opening act because, well, we just didn't care to see them. The Stripes' set lasted about 74 minutes including a single encore. I was slightly disappointed with only one encore, but it was their second show in as many nights. After the gig ended, early at 10:40PM, we found a pretty talented cover band playing one of the bars down the street. So I rounded out my night listening to five guys playing everything from Michael Jackson to Guns n' Roses.

I Completely Missed July

How shameful... and it would have been my one year blogging anniversary. Oh well, I guess I'll just leave you all with this deep thought to ponder.

Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in way you've never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. No wait. It's not love I describing. I'm thinking of a monorail. Oh well, never mind.