Rain machine

so i was pretty upset that tv on the radio went on hiatus, i feel theyare one of the most creative groups making music right now not to mention a great live show!

So i was just sitting around bitting my fingers nails counting the days in a year!

then today is tumbled on to rain machine, kyp malone's solo album and it is so very good, the last song he breaks out his true vocals and it is amazing! i am glad and happy and listening to it again and again!

there's this picture

theres this shot of jeff buckley on stage all the lights are dark, i have always thought since the first time i heard him do hallelujah oh him just in the dark with one spotlight on him and tonight i watch just that, he was an amazing talent and one of the greatest voices this world has ever had the privilege or hearing, i am not the all knowing or by any means his biggest fan, but i think the world lost an incredible talent at such a young age when he passed.

Jeffrey Scott Buckley (November 17, 1966 – May 29, 1997), raised as Scotty Moorhead,[1] was an American singer-songwriter and guitarist. He was the son of Tim Buckley, also a musician. Buckley gained popularity in the early 1990s by playing cover songs at venues in Manhattan's East Village, such as Sin-é, and he gradually focused more on his own material. After much interest from record labels he signed with Columbia and, after recruiting a band, recorded what would be his only studio album, Grace.

Over the following two years, the band toured widely to promote the album, including concerts in the U.S., Europe, Japan and Australia. In 1997, he stopped touring and moved to Memphis, Tennessee, to experiment with new material for a second album, recording many four-track demos and completing his third recording session for his new album with his band, with Tom Verlaine as producer. While awaiting the arrival of his band from New York, he drowned during an evening swim in the Wolf River. His body was found on June 4, 1997.

keeping up with the blog

one thing i do not do well is keep up with blog posts, i thought it would be more like zine writing but its all on the computer and there is something lacking when you don't have to cut pictures out or photocopy things oddly for them to fit into or come across the way you want them to.

However that being said i am really going to try to write here more, i know no one reads them but just as a tool to keep my writing sharp and so when i am creatively writing either here or on paper, it is not such a daunting task. Also since

(Pacaya volcano guatemala)

last week i have a renewed energy and inspiration which is exciting.

I have been thinking a lot about what this year has been to me, things at work have kind of plateaued, and its a little weird to not be working in an intense crazy stress environment where its just one thing to the next for 12-14 hours a day, it has really kind of shook me and i think its hard, i guess i have just come accustomed to working in crisis mode and now taking a step back is difficult, it also means doing a lot more sitting at my desk writing and planning evaluations etc which is not super exciting as building new programs. It is putting my responsibility in perspective, i know this is going to sound weird but i think i have been living like a rock star in the not for profit youth serving industry, every thing was high energy and intense for a really long time, now i think i need to take time and write an acoustic album or something.

so things i am hoping to accomplish in the next little while are:

1) start writing something of worth

2) start making jewelry

3)read

4) start a book club (again)

5) become more socially and politically active (again)

Its something to be said about being inspired again, i had lost it and it just took one person to bring it back to me which is just absolutely wonderful!

SOME PICTURES FROM MY LIFE

going down a river in livingston guatemala

this is my back yard

in my eyes

Last Night i had an affair i pulled out a map and closed my eyes and put my finger down and imagined i lived there, and loved there. i took in the smells the air and deep down i knew my heart belonged here, but i cheated. I walked other streets and went to other parks and rode other busses and skated other streets.

but that was cheating, and i am sorry for that cause i have cheated too many times.  I wake up and thank the stars that i am still here, my friends my friends, everyday. its hard and its fierce and to bites but there is a pulse that rivets my nerves into feeling and thats why i stay.  it is in that grandmas eyes that raises all her grandchildren cause she has no choice and does it while working two jobs, its there, she’s hurt and tired and thats where it is thats where i call home. I love all of its sides, it is like dating a person with multiple personalities, however instead of personalities, theirs seasons and politics and poor transportation.  Don't get me wrong there are also walk on the beach and cuddles by the fireplace too, the fire place, just happens to be the place i love.  I had years where i cursed the name and was counting the classes to the end of my degree to get out of those halls off these streets and somewhere where i would change the world. but i did go and i got there and i am where i belong, there is here here is where i am where i live and where i love. its in peoples eyes, its in the ones that fight to make it a better place, it is the ones who get out and get people to enjoy this place.  They say home is where the heart is and although sometimes my heart is not strong i hope ti will always be here, where the people who care pick me upi and make me smile, and build up my heart to be strong for the winter

ART BY LES SUPNET