to a see saw

Maybe it's that I have time to think. I know I have time. I know it's the moment when I'm driving at night in my car. Alone. As I come down from the benches I watch the yellow lights over the valley twinkle across the broad open space. I roll down the windows letting the summer's night air loosen the day. I listen to soulful music and sing along. I pause, shift, and think. I make facial expressions as though someone is watching me and they might understand what's in my mind simply by looking, and then cry out with the pangs in the music. I bring my hands to me head, or my eyes or my cheek. A drama being played out to the theatre of my windshield, and my thoughts. I watch in the windows as I drive through the neighborhoods. Broken up by speedbumps and stop signs I peer into the lights inside.

My thought on the houses, the neighborhoods or the city lights are fleeting. They're about what was, what is, what will be and why, how. like everyone's alone thoughts, I imagine. There's more here, but it's not alone when it's on the blog, and the mood's set by the music, the car, the night, and of course the facial expressions. But you'll never know, because they're only alone thoughts. Now it's time for the all to quick and trite sum-up sentences. Maybe time and thoughts will collide someday, or maybe I'll just arrive at my destination.

close your eyes to the lullabyes

In the crowded amphitheatre tonight I listened to Jack Johnson singing ..... "ain't there nothing sacred anymore" ... and watched the four boys in front of me pass a joint.

Earlier in the day, I had been driving and watched the sign on the bank change from the time to temperature and then something about homeloans, and next to a phrase that charged my mind,

"we never forget...."

Then completely, uncharacteristically I began to cry, as I thought of "we will never forget" the all too familiar phrase of September 11th. I was overwhelmed with the pain experienced by so many, by the battle that continued to rage on, and the lack of closure in the common statement, never forget. But more than anything, what caused my sadness was the power of one person to cause pain, injury, death to so many people. The power of one to do so much harm. I wondered if we also posses as much power to do good, but couldn't get past the amount of pain brought on by so few. The bank sign changed and stopped my reflection for a moment,

".... who keeps us in buisness"

Yesterday, President Bush had come to Salt Lake to speak at a Vets convention, and our mayor had called for citizens to rallye in a park to protest the war, which Bush explained the need for its extension in his speech. The protest gleaned a surprising number of supporters. People advocating for peace.

Today, I went about my day, ending in the concert, sitting in traffic on the way to and from the moonlight amphitheatre. 20,000 people were in the audience.

"who's the one to decide that it would be alright to put the music behind the news tonight?"

EMisms

It seems since graduating college, I've been smarter then ever. I've said such brilliant things, that already they're being quoted by those fortunate enough to be in attendence as jewels of wisdom came out of my mouth. In fact, I believe the employees at my currnet non-profit job where I'm manager, have been foortunate enough to be the one's in my presence as I've said these things. Naturally, they look up to me ever so much. I thought it was important that they be recorded:


During a hot day while working in the garden with my employees, I stated:
"It is so hot out here, it's like this intense solar heat."


While admiring the speed of my cuisinart food processor to ... process food, I declared:
"Wow, it's so fast it's like a machiene!"


There was another precious jem, but somehow, it has slipped my brilliant mind . I think it's important to note that it is especially sunny here, and on each of these occasions, I had spend considerable time with that "solar heat" beating down on me.