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Take this sinking boat and point it home

Time shifted again, moving in rings rippling out, catching things in its swirl. I think I stepped off the path to look at something, but, like in the hotel, I can’t see the way back. A darkness inks into the cracks and everything starts echoing. Every face is just a variation of 30 base faces, endlessly reused. The songs know the secret and the songs are telling everyone.

The feeling is like the feeling is like is like the wings just explode like a drag chute in the wind of time. Ironic that the wings are protection, something to slow me down because I am always flying. Slinky sine wave of senses spirals sideways vibrate stop collapse together like cymbals like symbols like something I think he’s in love with her.

Visiting Burque

I returned yesterday from a visit to the enchanted realm of New Mexico. My bosses, who are also my friends and insist I refer to them as such ;), wanted me to see the new office building and to discuss some of our big current projects. They essentially pay me to be Drey and I make cool things for them, resulting in probably the best work situation I could ask for. I do regularly talk with them on the phone, but it is great to reconnect face to face a few times a year.

I had been back last December, but this time around felt a lot different. I felt like I was still in Austin and had just sent a serviceable hologram of myself on the plane. It took a few days to shake the dissonance, but I never stopped feeling like a stranger. Ghosts haunted every street corner and layers of emotional data augmented every interaction.

This has nothing to do with my friends or Albuquerque, but I just didn’t want to be there for very long. I felt like in order to fit into that realm and feel at ease I would need to morph into some old version of myself, a proposition I found horrific. Although there were major changes in the worlds of all of my friends, my version of Albuquerque remained the same.

It really is true: You can’t go home again.

Poor Man’s Shepherd’s Pie

Okay, this is technically not shepherd’s pie as it uses chicken instead of beef or lamb. But still.

Here’s what you need:
1 can of Amy’s Organic Southwestern Vegetable Soup
1 pre-cooked rotisserie chicken
1 package of pre-made mashed potatoes

1. Cut up some of the chicken and mix it into the soup.
2. Heat up the soup.
3. Heat up enough mashed potatoes to cover the surface area of your soup bowl.
4. Dollop the potatoes over the soup.
5. Enjoy!
6. Thank Drey for inventing such a quick and delicious meal.

Boyz n tha Hood

I witnessed a shooting across the street from my apartment. Me and six other witnesses had to go downtown to give our statements to homicide detectives. Had I known I was about to witness a crime, I would have paid closer attention to the make and model of the getaway vehicle and what everyone was wearing. I got to draw a map and illustrate how it all went down. But for the most part I got to experience all the boring hours in between the interesting scenes you see on cop shows. I kicked myself for forgetting my phone. For once something interesting was happening and I couldn’t give an account.

The case was turned over to homicide because the victim wasn’t holding up too well at the hospital. I don’t know if he lived. I guess I have to check the news like everyone else.

Also, fuck you, bad guys.

The Road to Awe

Watched The Fountain in glorious HD. I saw so many more connections this time around. Like following the threads of an intricate tapestry. My experience of reality is much like this film. I’m wired to experience it completely.

1. The Fountain
2. There Will Be Blood
3. Batman Begins
4. Ghostbusters
5. Barton Fink
6. Old Boy
7. Iron Man
8. Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
9. District B-13
10. Cradle Will Rock

Strange Fire

I’m putting this profile out there as a kind of beacon for the person who is looking for me. A single white stone forming a path leading to me.

I will continue as though you are that one person.

Hello, (your name goes here). I am overjoyed to finally meet you. I have been searching for you for years. I’ve seen you flickering in the corner of my eye, in dreams, in smiles, always ephemeral and fleeting. But now, here you are. You are beautiful and extraordinary.

I want to know everything that happened to you up until this moment. I want you to tell me what you’ve figured out about life. All the mistakes and triumphs. I will tell you my story as well. This will all take some time, so I figure we can spread it out across many conversations over coffee, in the car, at dinner, in bed, on airplanes, in sofa forts, after movies, during arguments, and even during our silences.

We both came all this way. There will always be distances to cross, but I’m committed to cross them with you.

Let’s not date. Let’s not “be friends first and see where things go.” What if we talk about what we truly want out of a partner and then work to make that happen? Let’s have an adventure! Let us be extraordinary lovers and constant friends. Why not?

I won’t give you any disclaimers and I expect none in return. It is true, things happened to us in the past, threads that wove us into what we are now. I want to know you, but I never want to understand you. I never want to figure you out, if that is even possible. I want to create a relationship where we are constantly exploring who we are to each other.

I’ve been looking all over for you, but now I need to stay still in one place and wait for you.

Please don’t be too long.

Find me.

 

Follow me, don’t follow me

I’m scattering white stones. Placed in a row they form a path.

Novacative

Well done. You’re almost there.

I am writing this message from the past, beginning at the end. At this moment, it is an anachronism, but it will slowly slip backward in time. Though many may read it, I write it only for you. It is the final beacon.

Thank you for your persistence. If things have gone according to plan, you will have enjoyed yourself. Though many may have played the game (or thought they were playing), only one person could ever win. And that’s you. I created all of this for you, my dear.

By now you know what the prize is and you must truly want it. Are you ready?

If you are, contact me and ask The Question.

This end is the beginning of everything.

cast a wider net

My experiment of expanding my presence continues:

www.dreynet.com

Eeyore’s 45th Birthday Party

This is how I spent my Saturday.

Pictures will explain what words cannot: http://www.flickr.com/photos/birzer/sets/72157604762416387/