I'm a writer. Writers write. If a writer doesn't write, they are no longer a writer; they become a ... er... I don't know. Perhaps I answered my own question. One doesn't always need precise punctuation to communicate an inquiry. That's why this work exists; The question that I am a writer. And this post is a flawed validation of a false-found identity. Scrawled notes on a torn cheap napkin are not a testament of profession, just as an infant's screams are not worthy to be for the director of music with stringed instruments such as the Psalms of King David. Neither did my papa or my Abba introduce me to others as "This is my writer, who I love." Instead, this is a self-imposed, unfulfilled prophecy I have declared to myself; a stick of dynamite with a wick I shove toward toward gun powder. And with a half a dozen full-faced moons having looked over my shoulder asking, "What cha got there?" To myself, I wait for the 13 days til they turn around, but I'm not that impolite, so I tell them what it is and what it will be; "Nothing new."
I've got nothing new. Sorry to disappoint.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
I'm Still A Little Hungry
A conveyer belt passing dish after dish.
I recognize that the green stripe along the rim of the plastic plates would let me keep another fifty cents in my pocket. Two quarters are useful for a lot of things. A number of illusions can be performed by making the audience believe you only have one quarter in your possession. I personally prefer fifty pennies so I can assemble them end to end into a large circle with nearly a foot long diameter. Obviously, I will turn those coins into anything but a profit or investment, but that's not the point. I need help staying with the theme I'm hoping to convey about life, reluctance, and regrets. Talking about coins will not help me especially when I'm going to pay with a debit card.
I'm talking about sushi. Not even that much sushi. It's 4:30 on a tuesday afternoon. But, it is enough sushi to know that I don't want much or any of it. Eighty percent of it has cream cheese in it and the other fifteen percent simply looks sad. I'm not counting the juice they're selling, but it's being offered and who am I to take away its well-deserved five percent presence. I guess there are the rolls with the fish or whatever on top and they have nuts sprinkled about. I'm not sure if they're added for flavor or fashion, but I eat whatever bits I can get in a bite. While my taste buds agree with them, I don't believe my stomach holds the same opinion. Not sure if it's the crab substitute inside or the amount of it I eat, but my stomach is a stubborn politician and will not be swayed.
What is the protocol for a scenario like this? I'm hungry, but the belt isn't conveying offerings that I find beneficial or pleasant. Am I being too picky? Maybe I'd like cream cheese if it's with rice and cucumber. Do I simply know what's best for me? I guess not, considering the one roll I enjoy causes my stomach to go nuts (#whitty). Would I be ungrateful for leaving the establishment without partaking? Yes, I would be. I'd feel awful if a guest came over to my house and didn't even have their sandals off before remembering they need to leave something in their car. Next thing I know, I realize that they needed to leave quickly in their car and I'm putting hummus I made for them into Tupperware that I lost the lid for, so I'm putting the bowl into the Safeway bag I just got and spinning it shut. Just concocting the analogy is making me a tad melancholy; The vision of hummus that no matter how long it's refrigerated, it will dry out. I didn't know a whole clove of garlic would be too much, but that's why metaphors are useful; They can teach you errors before they are made. So, save yourself and save the party. Cut the clove in half.
But, we're talking about sushi. Sushi that questions my own proclivities. I watch my companion eat. His stack of plates by the end of our meal is as tall as the diameter of a circle whose circumference is fifty pennies. I don't ask him all the questions I should have. We talked about silly things like the choices that God presents us, art to be made, and what makes society such a fascinating organism. What I should have been asking follows: Are you satisfied after all that? Don't you wish you didn't eat some of that? While it looked plain, shouldn't I have had that roll with the egg on the outside and the tuna inside? Your stack has so many colors; Isn't that confusing for you to keep track? Are you willing to pay for all of that?
I can't even keep track of my sushi. After all the options passed by me, some more than twice, my plate count comes to the number of dimes in the discount I receive for picking green rimmed dishes. The choices I make leave me with a blue pile. I settle my check and the hostess asks us to please come again.
What can I say: I'm not one to waste of clove of garlic.
I recognize that the green stripe along the rim of the plastic plates would let me keep another fifty cents in my pocket. Two quarters are useful for a lot of things. A number of illusions can be performed by making the audience believe you only have one quarter in your possession. I personally prefer fifty pennies so I can assemble them end to end into a large circle with nearly a foot long diameter. Obviously, I will turn those coins into anything but a profit or investment, but that's not the point. I need help staying with the theme I'm hoping to convey about life, reluctance, and regrets. Talking about coins will not help me especially when I'm going to pay with a debit card.
I'm talking about sushi. Not even that much sushi. It's 4:30 on a tuesday afternoon. But, it is enough sushi to know that I don't want much or any of it. Eighty percent of it has cream cheese in it and the other fifteen percent simply looks sad. I'm not counting the juice they're selling, but it's being offered and who am I to take away its well-deserved five percent presence. I guess there are the rolls with the fish or whatever on top and they have nuts sprinkled about. I'm not sure if they're added for flavor or fashion, but I eat whatever bits I can get in a bite. While my taste buds agree with them, I don't believe my stomach holds the same opinion. Not sure if it's the crab substitute inside or the amount of it I eat, but my stomach is a stubborn politician and will not be swayed.
What is the protocol for a scenario like this? I'm hungry, but the belt isn't conveying offerings that I find beneficial or pleasant. Am I being too picky? Maybe I'd like cream cheese if it's with rice and cucumber. Do I simply know what's best for me? I guess not, considering the one roll I enjoy causes my stomach to go nuts (#whitty). Would I be ungrateful for leaving the establishment without partaking? Yes, I would be. I'd feel awful if a guest came over to my house and didn't even have their sandals off before remembering they need to leave something in their car. Next thing I know, I realize that they needed to leave quickly in their car and I'm putting hummus I made for them into Tupperware that I lost the lid for, so I'm putting the bowl into the Safeway bag I just got and spinning it shut. Just concocting the analogy is making me a tad melancholy; The vision of hummus that no matter how long it's refrigerated, it will dry out. I didn't know a whole clove of garlic would be too much, but that's why metaphors are useful; They can teach you errors before they are made. So, save yourself and save the party. Cut the clove in half.
But, we're talking about sushi. Sushi that questions my own proclivities. I watch my companion eat. His stack of plates by the end of our meal is as tall as the diameter of a circle whose circumference is fifty pennies. I don't ask him all the questions I should have. We talked about silly things like the choices that God presents us, art to be made, and what makes society such a fascinating organism. What I should have been asking follows: Are you satisfied after all that? Don't you wish you didn't eat some of that? While it looked plain, shouldn't I have had that roll with the egg on the outside and the tuna inside? Your stack has so many colors; Isn't that confusing for you to keep track? Are you willing to pay for all of that?
I can't even keep track of my sushi. After all the options passed by me, some more than twice, my plate count comes to the number of dimes in the discount I receive for picking green rimmed dishes. The choices I make leave me with a blue pile. I settle my check and the hostess asks us to please come again.
What can I say: I'm not one to waste of clove of garlic.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Rabbit, Peacock, and The Wall In Between
EXT. Park
A shakespearean play in the park. As professional as PAUL can make it.
PAUL
Ladies and Gentleman! This is the story of Rabbit, Peacock, and the Wall In Between. In a wood much like this, there was a wall built by fear of strong stone. A king walked a top it and for years, hoping to destroy it, but it was not his wall, so he let it stand. But as he's paced it, the mortar between the rock crumbled ever so little, revealing a small hole, just large enough for a peek. With this established, we meet our antagonists.
ALISON
(Enters with bunny ears)
I am a Rabbit of this side of the Wall. / I'm tired of the others as they choose to call / me all the names that make me mad and make me blush. / They mocked my ears, I ran away in a rush. / I've listened. my ears perked up, they've been. / But the only sound is the king and the wind. / I wonder what on earth could be over there...
PAUL
(Enters with Peacock tail)
Why are the others even shaken and scared? / We are of that side, It's this much that we know / The king wants the wall to tumble down also. / But we say no, for foxes will eat us up / We peacocks are afraid of even a pup! / But, I see a hole in the wall of stone... /
ALISON
I'm scared, but i'm more so that i'll be alone... / I see someone! Hello! I believe that's a beak.
PAUL
Is this a fox? To whom do I speak?
ALISON
I'm a rabbit of this side of the wall.
PAUL
Step back so I can see you, fur coat and all. / Ah ha! You are a fox, I can see your ears!
ALISON
They mock my ears too, it's just as I fear. / Who is it on that side that makes fun of me? / I'll look through the hole in the wall, I must see.
PAUL
The fox's eye seeks for what food it can find! / I mustn't be eaten! How else can I hide? / I'll duck my head down, but he can still see my tail...
ALISON
Oh my wall! All I see are great green scales! / It can't be, but there once was a time I heard / of creatures called "dragons" that fly like a bird! / You can claim a life with a breath full of flame.
PAUL
That's right! I am a dragon. That is my name. / Go far from this wall, fox, or I.ll eat your heart! / That should do the trick to keep us both apart.
ALISON
I'm a rabbit and not, as you say, "a fox" / but I'll depart, dragon, from the wall of rocks.
PAUL
Well, good! Leave or, on you, misfortune befall!
King
Stop! You fools! Why must there be a wall at all? / I am the king and I beg of you, please / May I bring this awful wall down to its' knees?
ALISON
No, thanks. I don't want to upset the dragon
PAUL
And foxes hate us all, every single one!
KING
You are all blind yet believe what you perceive. / Rabbit, I see you alone. For that, I grieve. / The others mock your ears and I don't know why / But there are no dragons and they cannot fly! / They're not scales, but tail feathers. They're Peacock's / and Peacock, listen... Rabbit is not a fox!
PAUL
Why should I believe you, king up high on the wall?
KING
'cause I'm up high! Have you seen a fox at all?
PAUL
Well, no. But I know because...
KING
that's what I thought / I don't blame you. You're doing as you were taught. / The enemy will chew you up into bits / but don't be so scared to run off poor rabbits. / I promise you both will be the best of friends / If once and for all you let the wall's reign end.
PAUL
I am scared, but I trust you if you insist
ALISON
If Peacock's nice, may it no longer exist. / Hello! It's a pleasure to actually meet.
PAUL
What are the odds I'll be something you will eat?
ALISON
None, silly! All I eat are carrots and leaves!
PAUL
In that case, Hi! Your coat looks soft as fleece!
ALISON
Thank you! That is very nice of you to say. / I know of a fun game, would you like to play? / We chase around trees, it's called "Spin, Zip, and Trip".
PAUL
I love to Zip! What a start to our friendship!
KING
I'm happy they see each other true. But now... / I must see about a gazelle and a cow.
Curtain Call and if people see the play in the park, hopefully they applaud. If not, PAUL and ALISON are still pleased to present it.
A shakespearean play in the park. As professional as PAUL can make it.
PAUL
Ladies and Gentleman! This is the story of Rabbit, Peacock, and the Wall In Between. In a wood much like this, there was a wall built by fear of strong stone. A king walked a top it and for years, hoping to destroy it, but it was not his wall, so he let it stand. But as he's paced it, the mortar between the rock crumbled ever so little, revealing a small hole, just large enough for a peek. With this established, we meet our antagonists.
ALISON
(Enters with bunny ears)
I am a Rabbit of this side of the Wall. / I'm tired of the others as they choose to call / me all the names that make me mad and make me blush. / They mocked my ears, I ran away in a rush. / I've listened. my ears perked up, they've been. / But the only sound is the king and the wind. / I wonder what on earth could be over there...
PAUL
(Enters with Peacock tail)
Why are the others even shaken and scared? / We are of that side, It's this much that we know / The king wants the wall to tumble down also. / But we say no, for foxes will eat us up / We peacocks are afraid of even a pup! / But, I see a hole in the wall of stone... /
ALISON
I'm scared, but i'm more so that i'll be alone... / I see someone! Hello! I believe that's a beak.
PAUL
Is this a fox? To whom do I speak?
ALISON
I'm a rabbit of this side of the wall.
PAUL
Step back so I can see you, fur coat and all. / Ah ha! You are a fox, I can see your ears!
ALISON
They mock my ears too, it's just as I fear. / Who is it on that side that makes fun of me? / I'll look through the hole in the wall, I must see.
PAUL
The fox's eye seeks for what food it can find! / I mustn't be eaten! How else can I hide? / I'll duck my head down, but he can still see my tail...
ALISON
Oh my wall! All I see are great green scales! / It can't be, but there once was a time I heard / of creatures called "dragons" that fly like a bird! / You can claim a life with a breath full of flame.
PAUL
That's right! I am a dragon. That is my name. / Go far from this wall, fox, or I.ll eat your heart! / That should do the trick to keep us both apart.
ALISON
I'm a rabbit and not, as you say, "a fox" / but I'll depart, dragon, from the wall of rocks.
PAUL
Well, good! Leave or, on you, misfortune befall!
King
Stop! You fools! Why must there be a wall at all? / I am the king and I beg of you, please / May I bring this awful wall down to its' knees?
ALISON
No, thanks. I don't want to upset the dragon
PAUL
And foxes hate us all, every single one!
KING
You are all blind yet believe what you perceive. / Rabbit, I see you alone. For that, I grieve. / The others mock your ears and I don't know why / But there are no dragons and they cannot fly! / They're not scales, but tail feathers. They're Peacock's / and Peacock, listen... Rabbit is not a fox!
PAUL
Why should I believe you, king up high on the wall?
KING
'cause I'm up high! Have you seen a fox at all?
PAUL
Well, no. But I know because...
KING
that's what I thought / I don't blame you. You're doing as you were taught. / The enemy will chew you up into bits / but don't be so scared to run off poor rabbits. / I promise you both will be the best of friends / If once and for all you let the wall's reign end.
PAUL
I am scared, but I trust you if you insist
ALISON
If Peacock's nice, may it no longer exist. / Hello! It's a pleasure to actually meet.
PAUL
What are the odds I'll be something you will eat?
ALISON
None, silly! All I eat are carrots and leaves!
PAUL
In that case, Hi! Your coat looks soft as fleece!
ALISON
Thank you! That is very nice of you to say. / I know of a fun game, would you like to play? / We chase around trees, it's called "Spin, Zip, and Trip".
PAUL
I love to Zip! What a start to our friendship!
KING
I'm happy they see each other true. But now... / I must see about a gazelle and a cow.
Curtain Call and if people see the play in the park, hopefully they applaud. If not, PAUL and ALISON are still pleased to present it.
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