my    E l e c t r o n i c    pen ... the 2010 edition

 

long, long, before the word 'blog' was a silicon twinkle... there was...
the mEp.com
the second decade

november 26 2009
  early morning rising alone,

 

 

november 26 2009
  early morning rising alone,
the theme from titanic whipsers from the kitchen radio
and i feel like making bento boxes
and as the modern music trickles from the music box,
the sadness within that movie washes through my memory;
waking up the notion that in the world of popular culture,
we are forced to re-live our own lives, over, and over again
and that i have chosen to create my own culture,
one based on wars in sierra leone, the economic outlook in china,
and nothing created by pop culture in america...
although
when, by chance, i flick on the radio,
and 'titanic' comes on,
i feel sorrow for everyone who lives in this world, re-living their own trials
and tribulations over and over again, from month to month...
or,
Perhaps they become as immune to it as i have to the wars in africa...







november 11 2009
boots is feeling loved.
i'm serious.
our kitchen does not feel loved as the process continues...
life is life is life in the world of being loved and kitchens

9:43 finds poots and boots scrounging thru halloween candy for the childless
delving deep, i conclude not to dig...
unless people opine
what's useful here
concentration feeble
for now
just enjoy throwing words at a page
at a blank white page

some things havent' changed sine 1977....




























and there was a tempo..






you have no clue how i never thought i'd see the day...




november 7 2009
there shall be a tempo

i actually took this picture.Hungary was a beautfiul place that year.
Or, is it more beautiful looking at that year from this year?


what a day, what a saturday, from sick to well and inside out again!
nearly a lasagna in the oven and a tempo in the drive
poots and boots are mind melding the kitchen
whether bad or good, it's good
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stress oozes out the pores in ways we never knew it could
during the night it asks us questions
and in exhaustion, it feeds the day
but the smallest poot is happy and bubbling
so screw the homework undone
tell the whole world go to HHHH
and get back to singing jann arden poots
but anyways i'm happy to be here and to have a saturday night loungin
in the luxury that is our world
the luxury of repose
of webkinz wine and
french english dictionaries
and of waiting three weeks for water pipes to be fixed
and still having water...





november 3 2009