Digital Discourse or Zen Magnets?

My friend Junk and I began collaborating musically, and we need a name for the band. I sent him a handful of names, and he sent me a handful of names.
Junk’s names:
Once Again
Organic Machine
If I Only New
Seven Junk Bonds
The Light
The Hades Collective
Hello My Name Is
Digital Discourse

My Names:
Zen Magnets
The Soundboard

Last Call
Anger Vent
All That Jazz
The Bee’s Knees
Just Cause
Rubber Stamp Crusade
Lost And Found
The Norm
Our favorites are Zen Magnets and Digital Discourse. We’ve posted them on our Facedork pages, asking folks which one they prefer, and we’re going to tally up the votes in 24 hours. Please share your opinions with me. WordPress votes count, too!

Thank God For Art

I just found out that I was denied my disability. Again. I’m going to appeal the decision, for the second time. I don’t understand. I have a real disease. I’m not faking it. I can’t work at all anymore. At my disability hearing, the Social Security attorney determined that, of 25,000+ possible occupations, my disability would prevent me from doing any and all of them. Their own attorney told the judge that I’m disabled. What do they expect me to do? I applied for disability in February of 2010. I’m coming up on 2 years of waiting. I have no income or health insurance whatsoever. I’m starting to feel like some kind of joke is being played on me. I haven’t had any treatment for my Multiple Sclerosis in 6 months, and the disease is progressing. It gets worse every day. Torrential headaches are going to turn me into a drug abuser (that’s what they’ll call it, without a doctor’s prescription), and who knows what symptoms will manifest tomorrow? My legs are beginning to fail, I can’t speak at all anymore, and I can’t walk up the stairs without being completely winded. Do I have to die to be disabled in their eyes?

I hate not working. I started work at age 14, and worked every year after, until i turned 29 and got MS. I miss work, especially woodwork. Now I’m unable to wield any tool. I’m dangerous with objects of any kind. If it were possible to cut yourself with a pillow, I’d be the guy who would figure out how to do it. I’m so bored. Alyse and I started an Etsy shop, in hopes of drumming up some income. We make artsy decoupage items. My friend Jeanne sent us a box of boxes (one of our preferred medium), and we’re crawling out of our collective skins awaiting it’s arrival. We’ve got ideas (i feel blessed to still have those)… Thank God for art.


Alyse and I travelled to Maryland a couple of weeks ago for my disability hearing in Pennsylvania. We stayed with Jeanne for 8 days in Paradise, just passed Catonsville. We had such a great time, the whole time. I was expecting a crap day on the day of my disability hearing, but it was everything thing else. Jeanne runs an after school art thing with 8-11 year old kids. We were blessed to be present to meet all of these kids. I had a better time with these kids than I had ever had with other human beings in my life. They were so kind and creative and funny and human. They made me feel like a kid; it’s a feeling that i haven’t felt since my late teens. I wrote a song with them. I layed down drums and bass, then had each of them pick an instrument and play along, and I made an audio recording of them making art. After we got home, I edited the jumbled mess so that it made musical sense. Here is the result…

While we were in Maryland, my grandmother assembled the family at her house for an early Thanksgiving. Now, my family is a little screwy, so this was no easy task. I saw more family members under her roof during that one day than i ever had in all my years at any holiday. Throughout the day, I thanked her profusely, and she always replied with a humble “Oh, it was nothing…”
But it was something;  an awesome something! I got to spend an early Thanksgiving (my favorite holiday) with all of my kin whom I never get to see! It was more than i could’ve thought to ask for. It was good for my soul to see everyone, and it’s had a lasting effect. In the weeks since we’ve been back to Colorado, I’ve had a few blissfully introspective moments, all very much welcome, and all inspired by my family back in Maryland.

As soon as we got off the plane and into our rental car, we noticed how bad Maryland driving was. All hustle and bustle, me first and the gimme-gimmes and the like. people were weaving in and out traffic everywhere: side roads, main streets, highways…everyone else was more important than the next. Stressful. Tense. It didn’t really sink in until we got home. But it didn’t ruin our time. We created too many good memories to remember a bad time. It’s great to have good memories of a place that created so many bad ones. I think I’ll always have a love/hate relationship with Baltimore. Most of my Baltimore memories are…interesting, to say the least. But I’m glad i haven’t forgotten them, as I once told myself I would. A lot of good came out of my experiences in Baltimore. Alot of my family lives in Baltimore, and I grew up there, so I believe that it will always have a piece of me, no matter where I end up. And I’m ok with that.

So Far, So Good

let’s just stop where we stand
the end is so drab and such a drag
we got this far, we can make it back
if we turn around now
besides, i’m not ready to play anyway
don’t look so sad
it’s not a good look on you
and it reeks of indifference
but i digress, and i’m sorry
i really am a mess when you’re not around
with no address or solid ground
just me and one side of my brain
pretty lame, if it’s all the same
more fun than a bag of rocks
on a hot august day
but i’m not ready to play anyway
let’s just get drunk in a parked car
we’ll listen to squeeze, if you know what i mean
and we’ll hang over together, you and i
and be by ourselves but not alone


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Bone Jumping

sometimes i get scared, too
when we think about it
we make perfect sense
when we feel us like we do
no one procrastinates like we do
but really now, can’t it wait?
i’d rather not but if we must
listen, this could be serious
it’s pouring rats and frogs outside
i love it here cuz no one notices
insanity piling up in the street
and free to make free with everything
without a second thought about it
they can’t see us, so…we should do it in the road
before the lines jump our bones
and leave us painted and alone

3 Meter Yardstick

a yard stick 3 meters high
back to the atari circuitboard
keeping it as cool as possible
simple. and loud.
rotary cognitive function
and raw data – it’s all in it’s place
a place to draw a line to cross
with losses chalked up to the face
and blood and guts and other tender
hot enough to melt december
sisters and brothers, whoever’s clever
feel the silk on the skin
and be sure to enjoy the weather
it’s all that’s good this year
or so i hurt. i mean: i heard