twilight raga

something to get you through the day. sounds like the end of the world, aye?

life is crazy right now.  i am vaseline: spread over the city of angels yet still not lubricated enough, ripping apart on 5 hours of sleep (damn the electric clock!) the headshakes from lcd monitor systems pulling my eyeballs out of their sockets and pinning them to the back of my skull.

kenneth burns’ wwII doc, ‘the war’, is on pbs. check your local listings. 

i sat in my first class today in 2 years. it was fun. you appreciate learning more when you’re older, i think. and single out the annoying girl who sits in the front row and asks too many questions.

my newest favorite site!! fwa. artists and developers only.

i finally learned how to convert psds into html. havent done it yet, but i think i figured it out. yay. its time.

i miss being jewish. happy sukkot.


they got you


new days. office lighting. halogen headaches. beef jerky lunches. shops on abbot kinney. aaron is tired. but busy is sexy, right? life is out of the samsonite, unpacked somewhere in marina del rey. life is fighting an hour of traffic, skidding on highway pavement. breathing exhaust from automobiles and supply chain trucks. its meditation time. or time for learning spanish. como estas? que es esta traffico? mi rompe le palle… life is whole, whole is life.

so like, who reads this thing anymore? just me, perhaps, i suppose. i always get thirsty late at night. she’s calling me.

y we fight?

I take more puffs asthma inhaler lungs filling with fillings of smoke the gray matter of the dark matter the deli fruit platter my grandmothers Alzheimer’s forces her to steal danish cookies from 99cents store building blocks from potatoes stolen in Auschwitz cell block A arthritis from airplane factories slaves to the station we are inducing stress for the purpose of? tell me but i think i was happier in the shade painting with mud with the nighttime owls and daytripping tigers. memories and dreams squashed like bugs man oh man! is that swatter of societal sensibility big, bigger than both you and me and everyone around us. so what exactly are we living for but the chance to continue the farce or soul larcenything that has to do with securing funds and moving up the ranks which have no top rung in sight. we are chasing paper, the green slips for all the hopeful hits to do it all over again, make more of ourselves and keep the game going keepthegame going keepthegamegoing keepthegamegoing with no finish line but retirement confines, somewhere in santa barbara with the naked old men with sores on their necks. is this what we’re fighting for?

the day trying in your hands, or ode to the baker who will start a cafe in the near future

and I’m singing-up till the mountains-with a basket of eggs in my hands-and the teardrops on their faces-are slipping, into themselves-now I’m dancing-through the day-and the nighttime with fireflies, as my guides-if i take, too long-then i’ll call, might call-like obsessions I’m still hollow-drink the grape juice from the vine-the bees buzzing, too much action-drink some wine, to pass the time-get collective to the same beat-with their masks on, they start to run-and if you catch them, then they’ll let go-still I settle on the plains with my guns kept inside-riding moose up the river and the slivers of my tongue-can you hear? your soul pouring what’s not been shed-so just stop to feel the change-you can’t walk! in a vacuum-with those weights, holding you down-so start running through the water-did you forget, how to swim?-see it pass, through the rearview-if you’re looking, it’s behind you-you’re only what you see, you’re only what you see…-you’re only what you see, sometimes! sometimes! it’s what you, do battle with, that sets you apart from the night

and such great timing!

The Pentagon is investigating how a B52 bomber was mistakenly armed with six nuclear warheads last week and allowed to fly 1,500 miles across America before anyone noticed the weapons were missing.

A squadron commander in charge of the warheads, each of which has up to ten times the destructive power of the Hiroshima atom bomb, has been relieved of his duties while crews responsible for the error have been banned from handling munitions.

Although officials insisted yesterday that there was never any danger of the warheads detonating, the disclosure will shake confidence in the security of America’s vast nuclear arsenal.

Washington has often voiced concerns about sloppy controls over nuclear material in the former Soviet Union, but this incident could not have been closer to home.

It was only then that crews discovered the six Advanced Cruise Missiles mounted on the bombers’ wings were armed with W80-1 warheads, which have yields of between 5 and 150 kilotons.

“Standards are very exacting when it comes to munitions.”

—I was planning on going to Austin this weekend, flying back on Sept.11, but curse the GMAT practice test! One never knows what’s in the air these days…You don’t ever hear of a b-52 bomber loaded with a hundred million tons of Snickers or super hot chicks. Why not? Sexy beings not f-16s!

Is anyone going to shul for high holidays anymore?