Bye

I really am not in the mood to shit, I mean blog, but I figured I should leave some info for while I am gone. I probably will not continue this blog when I return.

Anyway, Erica will be keeping up my Myspace and facebook while I am out. My myspace is myspace.com/apirateonabicycle. She will also know where you can send me mail or food or porn while I am gone.

For those of you who don't know (I'm looking at you, person who googled the word porn) I am hiking the Appalachian trail in its entirety this spring/summer. I am leaving on the 18th of February.

Anyway, later. Oh, Todd Snider is my hero.

Another short poem

The pond
reflects the world above
keeping the world
below a secret.

15 Haiku

A bud
lying on the ground
in spring

The night sky
in every movement
of the dark ocean

Stepping outside
dog rolls his eyes
a long summer ahead

So lonely
I take my walls down
with me

It's so late
so dark
I am the only one awake

Everything will be better
in the morning,
I am told

My server
is serving
only himself

He checks the mail
for the third time
today

Children on leashes
and cats
eating out of crystal bowls

The treetops are green
her hair, also, is green
now, we are god.

A dog barking outside
what is he saying,
Muhammad?

My wife yells
loudest
when I am hung-over

What are those things
that look like worms
on pine trees?

Patches of sand
beside
patches of grass

The last bird
without a mate
has no gin at home.

Telescope in the bathroom, what are you looking for?

I've gone 650 miles since tuesday, but I am right back where I started. I got a good turtleneck at a good will in Shelby, though.

People say that this generation has no activists, no protesters, no heart. Thay say that we just lie back and let what happens happen. This is not true. The revolutionaries today do not bomb abortion clinics or chain themselves to bulldozers, thay blog. Which is pointless. But thay also strive to be socially responsible and globally conscious. By not supporting products, services, and industries riddled with moral injusticies, today's activist actually combats the evils of this world from the inside out. Rather than trying to convince the rest of the world to stop, we are acting to undermine their foul deeds. People will go about doing what they want reguardless of what hippies think, and the best way to cambat this is to go behind them and fix it, or go ahead of them and stop it. In this sense, we are living in a pretty exciting time.

Two pennies.

Consistantly Disappointing

This is how I feel when I get Port City Java coffee.

On Saddam

As you know, Saddam was recently executed. Here are my thought on the matter. My impotent rage.

Saddam was not a good guy, really. He was responsible for some pretty atrocious things. A lot of death and suffering took place simply because Saddam wised it so. That said, execution was a trerrible idea for many reasons.

No human has the right ot end another human's life, even if the other human is genocidal. The people who sentanced Saddm to death are not any worse than Saddam himself.

Saddam was captured and killed not because of the Kurds he gassed, the US government could not care lessabout that. Saddam was captured and killed because of the texas tea running under his soil.

Most of the people who were all for Saddam being killed had no idea what he stood for or what he did until CNN and Fox News summed it up on execution day. The government told the American people he was an evil man, and they believed it without question.

Not to mention the fact that civil unrest in Iraq will reach levels nobody, not even the insurgents, could have expected. More people will die in Iraq because of Bush than because of Saddam.

Saddam's execution is the characterising symbol of this wasted venture and likely represents a complete change in its direction.

Mountain Water

Never mind, I'm not really in the mood.

Christmas in December

First, friends, please do this thing: http://kevan.org/johari?name=The+AJ

Now, today has been one of the best I have ever had. I spent the whole day with my lovely wife, doing fun things that we don't usually have the time for. We hung out downtown, went out to eat, saw a movie, an went ahead and opened our christmas presents from each other. I got some beef and some cheese, an Avett Brothers CD, Charle and the Chocolate factory, and a new Chemex-like coffee maker. It has been a good day.

While we were downtown, we ran into a homeless man. This is not uncommon; I love homeless people. This guy (Wes) was probably the best I have run across so far. We gav hime $20 and talked to him for about an hour. He has met Jim Morrisson (in 66 in San Fran before he was such a big deal) and Stevie Ray Vaughn (in 85 in Frisco before his real breakout CD, you know the one with the song with the video where he is singin' in the rain), who played VooDoo child just for him. He was missing a finger, had an elevated vocabulary, and said that the government was trying to kill him. He also came right out and told us that he was drunk. Good times.

I also cut my thumb in a kitchen supply store.

And the Sox signed Montezuka.