138. We are the night sleeps.

How awfully oddly mornings feel like ups to receive

what embraced estrangers

walking the dark—

Wake up, we think

we should
we think—

Do

what is something strange Going out is

finding things in finder things,

sail a windless wave,

acrossing cold housing places

a People waking sleepies

do they live their city homes like us

is it Sprits in the mausoleums?

We men and women,

we lick up progressesors

What boys what girls were we

hours take

never
feels brief

our doing feels its doing Again

feet shoes fly us home

None darkest places are too far—

flight for comfort grasps forever,

and sudden oldness is our place We know not by waking

we are the night sleeps

trying yet but endsing vague.

137. peace.

Thom Yorke - "Hearing Damage"



i've not been feeling like myself lately. no cause for alarm.

just plain ole' down & out. it happens.

i think i need to disengage. disconnect. unplug.

for a little while. take a holiday of sorts.





something thom yorke says in this song:

"your speakers are blowing

your ears are wrecking

your hearing damage

you wish you felt better
you wish you felt better"

don't know how long i'll be gone.
however long it takes, i suppose.



before i go, i couldn't resist,
a final exhalation of all the pictures
that i've been holding on to recently.
picture vomit. bleghhhhrrr.















no worries. i'll be back soon. miss me.



peace.

---:::|= |:::---

136. sunset on mars.

135. A Strange Unrelated Story.

I heard a commotion so I went to go see what it was. I only went because I was worried about my parents because they hadn’t come home yet at all and they usually came home three hours earlier. The funniest thing though is that I was not sure about what the outside was because I didn’t go outside for about a year. When I opened the door I guess you could say that I was scared.
I found a place that I didn’t know existed and it was in my front yard called a tree so I climbed the tree up and made my way into the sunlight, which seemed very close to me when I popped my head above the leaves. I saw that the sky was blue, and the clouds were puffy but not grey and this is exactly what I expected to see because that’s what I know skies and clouds are in June but I was still surprised when there was also a plane. There was a plane, which I should have noticed, but I did not so I went back down from the tree and I walked even further.
Parents where are you! I asked that in my head. It was an incredulous moment, a moment where the Friends who were my cook and my maid were now also my search-for—or maybe they were actually my: pets! But either way my parents were very late I wondered if they were okay.
The city I live in is interesting because I hear it wailing when I go to sleep because it is very dangerous and I live next to a police station which responds to danger but I never see why it is wailing so therefore the wailing makes no sense to me, do you understand?
And then when I saw that a police car was wailing right past me I wondered if it had something to do with the commotion. I was free and easy in my walking because my parents weren’t around to keep me inside! I said to myself “I will follow a police car and I will see!” So that’s what I did, and it wasn’t hard either because the police cars stopped very close, just down the street. That’s where I stopped too.
I should also talk about another thing first. Because I need to talk about this thing to make the impact even meaner, like it felt to me when I felt the real shock of the big moment! When I was in the tree I forgot to mention this but when I was up there I heard some crying real loud and I didn’t know what it was.
Back to the part where I stopped at the police car: So I stopped at the police car because he stopped at a police tape stopping place and he got out of his car and started running and then somebody in a uniform told me not to get too close in an angry way so I backed up slowly. Then the worst part happened. I saw that man get shot in the chest. And even worse, I saw him die right there. It was really loud. Things were crazy for a while. I sat very still and paid no attention because I was pretty sure people were getting shot in the chest everywhere around me and I didn’t want to see that or get shot in the chest myself.
All I heard then was the crying—this is why I told you about the crying for impact—because I thought it would be sort of funny to tell you about the crying I heard when I was in the tree—that crying was the same crying that I heard after I saw the man get shot: It was a big cry that was put together by people yelling and people screaming and gunshots I wondered Is This What The City Is Like All The Time? and the screaming people rushed by me for their lives.
It is funny that nobody got me because I was just in plain sight but I was safe so that is good so I wanted to just write about that one experience and all I can think of when I think of that time is the sound of crying.

134. le force et vous.

for the geek in you: super-rare photos from the set of star wars.



via one of my favorite resources: dark roasted blend.



please enjoy.

133. who is cjs?

dear reader,

you may ask the darkness of the interwebs "who is -cjs?"

aloha there. my name is

cody jo sawyer.

i am a jumble of digital words, a general collective of nonsense

i am



& i am [not] the girl in this picture.

well there, now we ain't strangers no'mo'.

still curious? visit my tumblr:

who is cody jo?

i appreciate your readership.

-cjs.

132. charlatan & the four-flush bluff.

Charlatan and the Four-Flush Bluff - "Won't They Say (Whoa Oh, My My)"



Charlatan & the Four-Flush Bluff is the moniker under which Steven Orr, of North Carolina, writes & records music. Steven is a friend of mine. We use to hang out and play guitar together on a tiny military base lost & forgotten amongst the Hawai'ian wildernesses. I really dig his music and it's been a pleasure to watch him put it together piece by piece. Steven is steadily putting together an album and, thus far, he has five fairly diverse tracks. He's still learning the tricks of recording and experimenting with different sounds - but as you've heard by listening to this song, he's got talent so it's only a matter of time before he refines his true sound. His lyrics are particularly potent, full of playful riddles and layered meanings. exempli gratia:

"Ne're-do-wells in prisons dwell on epics of lore
in cells no bigger than a one square foot floor
diamonds have played their hearts out,
it's clovers for the spades.
while the joker is laughing in a deck of himself
and ace has the jack of all trades."

This is what I call real indie music - the raw melodies & emotions recorded in an artist's bedroom with their spare time. Steven is not only a musician, he's a pharmacy-tech, a student, a veteran, and a reader of The General Collective.

Charlatan and the Four-Flush Bluff - "Cloudpuncher/Dropshot"

Become a fan & listen to more music by C&TFFB here.

131. you got the love.

Florence & The Machine- "You Got the Love (XX Remix)"



florence + the machine, are pretty good but i'm more impressed by the re-mixers ...

The XX - "Crystalised"



the XX. fond new sounds & songs. follow the link to listen to & download more.

130. the march of the pigs.

h1n1. piggy flu. influenza type-a. i gots it.



my doctor, a small indian (dot-not-feather), says to me, "swine flu is nothing. the worst is over. rest & get better. come back for a seasonal flu vaccination."

sitting on the crinkly white paper rolled out over the examination bench, i say "i don't trust flu vaccinations. i always get the flu from them."

"ahhh, then it works" he says, "once you get that mutation of the flu you can't get it again."

i pout, raise my eyebrows, & nod my head.

he continues, "what you really got to worry about is the bird flu. avian flu."

"but you can only get that from certain kinds of birds," says i.

"right now that's the case. but influenza evolves. one day you'll be able to catch it from humans and then ... BAM!" - he claps his hands together for emphasis - "a third of the population will die in five weeks. i don't say this to depress you."

"you haven't. i have morbid fascinations. population control?" i ask.

"perhaps. the world works in mysterious ways," he shakes his head and laughs.

i laugh too.

we both laugh, heartily, in the little white room. our laughter carries down the hall. we are laughing at the world.

129. carl sagan & 400 billion suns.

if you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.