don’t inventory

August 22, 2009

give
it all
away!

morphmallow

July 17, 2009

when I stuff myself
i can’t feel myself

i am the donut
the pie
the beer

Hey kids its Gasoline CANDY!

It’s EXTREME!
It’s COOL!

Everyone is lovin’ it!
So should you!

Change in Plans

September 23, 2008

I intended to read it and post my review of the book Delivered from Distraction by Edward M. Harwell M.D. and John J. Ratey M.D. – but I never got around to it.

As a young boy, I did not know what was going on in the classroom. There was no such thing as ADHD or LD back then. It was dismissed as laziness or stupidity. Participles, logarithms, declension, reading, speed, memorization, and athletic coordination – I was always on shaky ground.

My handwriting was neanderthal and my study habits avoidant. I spent my school days furtively staring out big windows. Birds were my envy as they flew across the ever changing sky. On dreary wet days I turned to my pencil (missile) and pen (rocket ship).

I was the oldest of two, then three, then four, then five, then six, and later seven. It became progressively easier to underachieve in this burgeoning post war blue collar Catholic family.

My dad worked three jobs. Mom cooked, sewed, scrubbed, ironed, washed, mopped, and all the while monitored an ever expanding gaggle of robust strong willed children . We eventually overwhelmed her resources. We were like big fleshy ants.

Play and television were my refuge. The tube allowed me to escape instantly. Far away places, adventure, and fame were my fantasies. I would spend hours in bed before sleep concocting gallant stories in my mind with me as the intrepid hero.

My favorite thing of all was Boy Scouts. It allowed me to go camping and play with fire – to go away and have adventure – to take on whatever nature could dish out. It taught me I could do things well. I learned stuff like Morse code and survival skills. I became Order of the Arrow and attended National Leadership Camp. Too bad I let my buddies talk me into quitting.  They thought boy scouts was uncool.

I traded confidence and growth for “cool”.   It was like trading hiking boots for hair gel.

gangsters and sluts

May 11, 2008

If you worship gangsters
you get more gangsters

If you worship sluts
you get more sluts

britney-spears.jpg

Pray for Peace

December 28, 2007

The dogs of war continue to rule this world. Your place and mine. Their opportunity is hostility and ignorance. Their game is manipulation. Terror is a tool – the fear of hell, ridicule, beating, bombing, jail, locusts,  the list goes on and on. Each place has its own special box of terror.


I think

December 29, 2006

I am no better
or worse
than others.

I do not pretend
special powers
or treasures
to inform you.

I can only tell you
what I think,

not what to think.

bandura’s box

October 23, 2006

you do as eye do
see what eye see:

one school shooting
creates another…

one head stomp
will stomp again…