July 16, 2003

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  e pur si muove!

   

  The pursuit of truth is something stark

  Revealing and per definition,

  Naked.

   

  We stumble focused through our day

  Unclear and we’re consumed

  With calories burned for work

  Books and different ways of being -

  Seeing that we’re all busy with

  Birds and bees or the pursuit of

  Good pairing.

   

  But one day, you wake

  And peel back lids like

  Orange peels and leave them

  To exposure.

   

  It’s the bawdy song of the cabaret

  And you’ll hear the raunchy sax

  Hitting the bottom of an already base

  Register.

   

  Knowledge need not pander

  But that’s the only way it hits me -

  Oscillating hips and

  Wordy, flirty lips

  Mouthing come hither and

  I’ll show you something.

   

  Truth may arrive provocative

  But sometimes lumpy

  And you’d wish belts were in fashion

  Because skin itself is nothing new

  And not necessarily helpful

  For drowsy living.

   

  Think

  Or don’t

  Of Plumber Butt –

  Fat and unsightly,

  Frankly unnecessary.

   

  It’s epiphany displayed

  With a fleshy

  Amateur sway and still,

  Truth be skinned,

  I’d rather not see it

  That way.

   

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  By the Rivers of Babylon (Hung Liu)

  
  

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  Eureka

   

  Things are quiet here at work and I just ate a nice chicken sandwich. The meeting room offers a great view of the city, looking all gritty with her smog and humid haze. If Los Angeles were a woman, she’d be big, imposing and attractive in an unconventional way. Everything is spread over long distances; a true commuter city.  We’ve got diversity and personality.  The Los Angeles basin boasts a larger economy than every state other than Texas and New York.  North to south, the state has the fifth largest economy in the world.

   

  Sure, the state’s got problems but hey baby, I ain’t ashamed.  Schwartzenegger could be our next governor; that’s still a step above a former pro wrestler.  Eh, if you squint your eyes and dim the lights, maybe.  But Grey Davis is like cardboard.  That talks.

   

  (If the Democrats can delay the recall til the BIG campaign hits CA, the Republicans will be weep for bad timing.  Then, it should be an easy Dem win for both races.  It’s a dark blue state.)

   

  So, we’re a mess.  But still, I’ll never understand folks who categorically knock the place.  County to county, you’ll find such variety. 

  
  Running through downtown, I tried to keep my heartrate up and waited for the light to change.  Nearby were the Hare Krishnas in tangerine robes, skater kids, and some Ernst & Young folk.

   

  I hear people say, California girls (or guys) aren’t for me.  I think, What?!?  We’re bigger than most countries, man!  What they mean to say is, the people at work (or church or school or the bars I hop) aren’t for me.  As any Californian can attest, the people and culture often differ dramatically from one area code to the next.

   

  But man, I’ve avoided some pretty crazy drivers lately.  I’ve cheated death twice this week.  So, I wipe my brow and I’m thankful.

   

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  Now listening to:

   

  

   

  Cheer them on.

   

  CA is all screwed up.

   

  My Mind is Playin’ Tricks on Me.

   

  …

  worth reading

   

   John 8:32

   

   

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