War : Christmas ; Bleach : Babies

ITs obvious driving around where I grew up there is no real concern for the war, anthropogentic global warming, or babies that will starve to death in the next twenty-four hours. With all the new Televisions and other electronic devices purchased; all the power tools and other energy consuming gadgets it is clear: The American Junkie is fixing hard and keeping true to the role of irresponsible consumer, even if their spending less money.

Clean air was my Christmas wish. An end to war was what I do for christmas- I patrinioze not the industries of war: auto, oil, gov't. Of course its not all that easy to refrain completely and if you want to be a part of this culture, as well, based on the extreamly poor planned urban environment one must at some point use a gas powered auto to get to point B.

Christmas is the quintecential "Holiday of Indeference". In spite of the dire situation we're all in and the clear path we must take to clean our hands of the bloodshed, we all got into a frenzy (again) and went shopping got stressed out and drove more than we do on a normal week. There should be a slogan: "Fuck it! Its Christmas for Christ's Sake".

War : Christmas ; Bleach : Babies

Keep smiling Jesus
American Dreams come true
And for the terror
leave the light on
and sleep till dawn

sunrise death valley

The things I do

We'll its come down to a heater, the difference from complete bliss and indifference. This is the latest addition to my life afloat. Still slipped in Baltimore, looking forward to a long cold winter, I move ahead with momentary composure. A thing I tend to capitalize on; the moment, brings me the exact thing I need at the right time so I'm in no rush to get anywhere in particular. I may be a flake but I've lived quite fantastically so far and plan on continuing to challenge the normal perception that you must be a slave to get the treats of the American Dream. I woke up a few years ago, nothings changed since, except for a return of false hope amongst the masses.

I've been working the door at the 8x10 so I"ll start to have a little income for food, and have another opening gig lined up on the 14th of Jan. I got to sell tickets again, which I don't really like to do, but I do anyway. We're all slaves in some way. I'll choose music every time.

Blue

The colors of a smile
the words fail
the sights of the sun
shown ture
blue

Coyote Gultch GCNRA, UT

Going Grand (Teton N.P.)

Desert Life (fast)

Hope(less)

Endless Parade of The Shameless

Inputs

The lover of nothing (no one thing)

When was the word Love first uttered? Was it to express something while in the midst of, or was it as hopless as a photograph? It seems words, however crude they are, have been shoulderd with the responsibility to carry the message of the beating heart; the message of a God.

When was the Sun spoke of
the name of eternity
a thief might utter names in the night
telling of sun's warmth, swearing by it
And which would be true:
-the cry for warmth in the cold night
-the promis that the sun will rise

And what can you do for your country

"Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country" -JFK

It seems to me most voters were concerned with the economy so as to maintain the value of their dollar in order to keep living the lifestyle they have enjoyed up t this point, a lifestyle marked by irresponsible consumerisim. Funny, everyone feels we need change yet change refuse to accept the impending down fall of the econemy. Change comes in all kinds; habits are like chains. What ever will happen?

Why do we need money anyway? Slaves Need Chains.

At a time when a nation hires its first non white male as a leader of government it might seems some what nestalgic to bring up that were slaves still (even white people).

Replace the word 'ONE' with 'LOVE' on every dollar bill you spend. Its easy if you practice, its all about the "L". The "N" turns into a "V" well enough so the whole thing can look really well done with very little effort.

How many times a day do you write; speak; feel Love? Do you hear others talk about it?

Torn, Television, Tomorrow

So I ride a dead horse, beating it like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby: Television is sapping the imagination out of those who use it.  I don't even think there is a "responsible use" excuse, though flipping it on to check the weather channel might qualify but only if you turn it off as soon as you get the local forecast.   I have recently left a lifestyle of non-television, living in smaller places with bigger character.  Returning to the place where I grew up and spending time with family and friends leaves me a bit hopeless- everyone has a television and while at home it is always on.  There are exceptions of course, there are always exceptions.  

All I mean to say is television in no way helps our culture ween itself from a irresponsibly over consumptive lifestyle.  

Learning to sail

I've had my first solo outing on my Bristol 27. I can say this: of all the ways to change the world, and all the ways to see it, a sailboat is in the least, a good way to leave all the madness behind and embrace the beauty. I hope to continue to enjoy the smiling sunshine of good fortune, and that the problems I face in this new endeavour simply leave me broke, as O currently am. My ship is far from ready for cruising, but it is far from a bucket so I feel I can make a few improvements and put some honest work into her to strengthen her integrity and bring out her beauty.

I long to sail, to be free from this changeless society. It feels stagnant to remain in a 7 day week, always doing the same thing the majority of the time. Though sailing is one thing and technically speaking, to sail everyday is to do the same thing, it is doing the same thing with the wind, sun, and spirit that the two elicit. I long to sail, to be freed from wasted hopefulness.

Gear for Sail

For the past nine years I've been a climber. I've drifted for months and settled myself in a city where I could climb everyday, work as a climber, and have easy access to the country's greatest climbing areas. If one's life could be about anything other than love, life and death, then mine was about climbing. I spent three years working as a climbing guide, taught college courses and touched some of the most beautiful stone in the world. I found though, that to continue to pursue climbing was to ignore a valuable lesson I learned: I can do anything I wish to do, I need only get to doing it.

Oppression can be defined as " sense of being weighed down in body or mind". As a climber I began to feel oppressed. My free time was filled with climbing and my body was strengthened from the rigors of it. I admit, I have a focus problem. I can really only do one thing at a time as far as life goes. Though I've found success in college and as a "professional", to grow in different directions never was easy for me. A thing like climbing, while within its grip, presents a myriad of stimulation. It feeds the mind body and soul, and the ego. Its true, pride can kill, but when feet are on the ground, and circles from, egos get enflamed and mere mortals ascend to heights far beyond that of any stone wall, they become legends of sport.

And rightfully so, climbing is something like enlightenment from the perspective of awakening to what truly is. Only, what is to a climber is not necessarily to the end of enlightenment. If the buddha was a prince, and then a vagabond, and then a sage, it is the act of transition that gives the perspective. To maintain a mindset; address; lifestyle is to maintain obstruction to what truly is. As a climber, I felt oppressed, so I stopped climbing for a period and started traveling on my bicycle.

Gear for sail was the flyer I put up at a climbing gym where I used to work. I put my climber gear up for sale. I bought a sailboat. That is just the way I do things now- all the way without attachment to the past. I've learned a great deal from a life as a climber. I learned the art of letting go. If climbing was the teacher, then I mastered it.

in the breeze,

&e