Radio Free Kirkopolis

Being as my breathing sustains itself at different rhythms
My heart will also beat out of time
Racing lightning grabs my gaze
As my attention switches to the rain

My mystics swarm in at patterns yet to be discovered
And my ships sail to ports against the wind
Time is just an illusion, lunchtime doubly so
Is anxiety and bliss synonymous to everyone
A cat sitting in a window
And a sea-cow feasting on lettuce
The phone is ringing now, so I suppose the water will continue to boil

G.R.

That's great
It starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane -Lenny Bruce is not afraid.

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs.
Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no.
Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height.
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site.
Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop.
Look at that low plane!
Fine then.
Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed.
Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.Six o'clock - TV hour.
Don't get caught in foreign tower.
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.
Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting.
Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a motive.
Step down, step down.
Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier.
Renegade and steer clear!
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide.
Mount St. Edelite.Leonard Bernstein.
Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right?
Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...
(It's time I had some time alone)

From IMDBNews
Former teen TV star Dustin Diamond is reportedly the star of a candid new sex tape in which he romps with two women. The 29-year-old, who played geek Screech Powers in Saved By The Bell, engages in a number of sexual acts with the women in the 40-minute tape. Agent David Hans Schmidt has acquired the rights and is currently seeking a distributor for Saved By The Smell. Schmidt tells the New York Daily News, "Just when you think you have seen everything in this business, mankind has raised the bar another notch. Or lowered it." Diamond's manager Roger Paul hopes the tape will raise his client's profile and help resurrect the acting career that collapsed when Saved By The Bell ended in 1997. He says, "I haven't seen the tape. I've heard rumors. Dustin has been trying to escape the Screech typecast. So this may help me get more bookings." Diamond will welcome any royalties he gets from the tape - in June he launched a campaign to save his home from foreclosure, by selling autographed T-shirts on the internet.

That’s it everyone. Mankind now ceases to exist. Sit back and enjoy the horrid, downward spiral of the human race.

If I ever feel the urge to uproot and live like the city-folk, I guess this is where I'd be-

You Belong in Soho

Although you may not be a professional artist, you do dabble in one form of art or another. And you indie culture of all kinds - from little botiques to art house films.

Crap. I’ve been ‘tagged.’ Now my blog buddy Shari is a lovely woman who runs a pretty good page, but Christ Almighty this thing is long (27 questions, are you kidding me?) and painful. Not to mention I hate these things in the first place. Let’s face it, they’re really just an excuse for something to do at work that looks like work, only isn’t. But none the less rules of decorum dictate that I answer the damn thing and rules of studlyness dictate that I bitch about it the whole time.
But, it fills space and I haven’t posted in a while so, here goes-

1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
Well I suppose Hitler would suffice at the moment, but since the question said nothing of historical people one would have to assume that only living people qualify. With that I’d have to go with Kati Couric.

2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?
Rob f**king Zombie. Seriously dude, I’ve heard Ministry, I’ve seen Ministry, you are no Ministry- and maybe Axl Rose

3. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
Well this is under the assumption that it’s ok to hit a women (which of course is never ok) so I’d go with the aforementioned Kati Couric.

4. What is your favorite cheese?
A nice brick of Colby, eaten’ by itself. The working man’s cheese.

5. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal. What kind will you make?
Absoluetly no question about it- Ice Cream sandwich.

6. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?
Ironicly, Kati Couric.

7. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who do you pick?
Sara Evans, Sara Evans, Sara Evans, Sara Evans, Sara Evans, Sara Evans.

8. Now that you've slept with two different people in a row, you seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy shit, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?
Well its found money (literally) so I suppose I’d take it to our local gamblin’ boat and put it all on red.

9. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go
Do I have money on this trip? Or do I have to fend for myself once I get there? I guess it would be a toss up between Australia and New York. Australia has the Great Barrier Reef and lots of Foster’s Lager, while New York has all sorts of things (one in particular) that I’ve always wanted to see.

10. Upon arrival to the aforementioned location, you get off the plane and discover another hundred-dollar bill. Shit! Now that you are in the new location, what are you gonna do?
Purchase copious amounts of yellow-jackets and porn.

11. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. It is...?
Stolie Tonics.

12. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?
1986 (I was 15) and I’d take my entire life savings (about $1000) and sneaky go cash out my life insurance (without my mom knowing about it), clear out my Dad’s checking account (he never kept a balance) and invest it all in a little company called “Microsoft.”

13. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
No toppling of totalitarian monarchies based upon me.

14. You have been given the opportunity to create the half-hour TV show of your own design. What is it called and what's the premise?
A funny, yet poignant sitcom about wacky doctors and their goings on during the Korean conflict. I’d call it M*A*S*H.

15. What is your favorite curse word?
Been watching a little too much “Inside the Actor’s Studio” have we? Well, Jack Lemmon answered that question so I’ll go with his- f**cking c**ksucker.

16. One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything; they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?
Spray them with a little Fabreeze and go back to sleep.

17. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don't worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely.So what's the item?
Well, if you count my audio system as one item (even though it’s several components that make up one unit) I’d have to go with that. If not, well then I guess all my irreplaceable family pictures or some shit like that.

18. The Angel of Death has descended upon you. Fortunately, the Angel of Death is pretty cool and in a good mood, and it offers you a half-hour to do whatever you want before you bite it. Whatcha gonna do in that half-hour?
Masturbate like Michael J. Fox after a six pack of Yoo-Hoo and a vile of crack.

19. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?
If memory serves, Mary Anne had super sight, Ms. Howell had super speed, Gilligan had super strength, but I’m going with invisibility. After all, I’m single again and I’ve only got a half an hour to live.

20. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
That last half hour that Death granted me in question 18.

21. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? (the answer "nothing" doesn't count)
That time I saw Christian Later throw up a miracle three-pointer to beat Kentucky and eventually win the National Championship (and you people thought I’d bring up the last year and ½ of my life- hey a man’s got to have priorities).

22. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit... you can move to anywhere else in the world! Bitchin'! What country are you going to live in now?
That island where I’m totally already the King.

23. This question still counts, even for those of you who are under age. Check it out. You have been eternally banned from every single bar in the world except for ONE. Which one is it gonna be?
Flannagin’s Ale House- Louisville, Ky.

24. Hopefully you didn't mention this in the super-powers question.... If you did, then we'll just expand on that. Check it out... Suddenly, you have gained the ability to FLOAT!!! Whose house are you going to float to first, and be like "Dude, check it out... I can FLOAT!"?
Oh, Jessica Simpson’s and she’d be all “That’s soooo cool. You wanna have dirty, dirty, sex while floating?”

25. The constant absorption of magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier has given you the ability to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So which celebrity will you bring back to life?
Mozart. Can you imagine that guy in a modern sound studio?

26. The Celestial Gates of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn't think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person, etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
My fraternal grandfather, never really got to know him but he seemed like a cool guy- (no, not every one of my answers has to be witty).

27. What's your theme song?
Well, now that I can float I suppose it would have to be the them song from “The Greatest American Hero.”
-Believe it or not, I’m walkin’ on air, I never thought I could be so free, flyin’ away on a wing and a prayer…..-

Aright, my peeps. I'm tagging:
No one. Why I would subject any of my friends to this is beyond me. But, if I can find Kati Couric’s e-mail address……..

p.s. Shari's now on my links. Cograts girl- welcome to the clubhouse. Secret handshake and password to be taught later. Dues are collected first Tuesday of each month.

And This One Goes Out To The Ladies In The House

I think my friend Steigfried has been a little down in the dumps lately, so here’s a somethin’, somethin’ for her (besides, I dig it too- so deal).
Not exactly the feel good song of the year, but it’s the thought that counts- blah, blah, blah, whatever- enjoy it already.

London Calling

Usualy the Grammys are complete crap- but when you're Bruce Springsteen, Elvis Costello, Little Steven, and Dave Grohl you can pretty much say "Hey, we're doing this so make it happen."
From a few years ago, but great stuff.

The reports came from a French newspaper so for now I’d suggest trusting this for about as long as you could stand next to the armpit of a Frenchman in mid-August.

From Yahoo News- WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The U.S. government is unable to confirm a French newspaper report that al Qaeda leader Osama Bin Laden is believed to have died last month in Pakistan, a U.S. counterterrorism official said on Saturday.
"We cannot confirm the account," said the official, who declined to be identified because he was not authorized to speak publicly about the issue. "It's quite possible (that) there was some talk of this, but in terms of being able to confirm this, that I can't do."
The French regional daily L'Est Republicain reported that, according to a French secret service report, Saudi Arabia was convinced that bin Laden died of typhoid in Pakistan in late August. The French government has said it could not confirm the report and would investigate the intelligence leak.
The U.S. State Department had no immediate comment and was looking into the reports.

As much as I want this guy dead, and by that I mean by any means nessesary, but typhoid! Man, won’t that be anti-climatic. How ‘bout we say he was shot by a secret, badd ass, black ops., special forces, typhoid-ridden bullet?
Yeah, sells much better.

I think this really speaks for itself.

UNIONTOWN, Pa. — A baseball coach accused of offering an 8-year-old money to bean an autistic teammate so he couldn't play was convicted Thursday of two lesser charges against him, and evaded more serious charges.
A jury convicted 29-year-old Mark R. Downs Jr. of corruption of minors and criminal solicitation to commit simple assault, Fayette County authorities said.
Downs was acquitted of criminal solicitation to commit aggravated assault, and jurors said they were deadlocked on a charge of reckless endangerment. The judge declared a mistrial on the endangerment charge.
Authorities said Downs offered to pay one of his players $25 to hit a 9-year-old autistic teammate with a ball while warming up before a June 2005 playoff game….

The story goes on and on, but after the first paragraph the mind is already made up.

Got this from Shari’s page. If you got yourself one of them there blogs it’ll certainly come in handy when you’re not feeling up to writing and everyone’s all “hey, when you gonna update.”
And this will save you from being all “when you gonna get your own damn page?”
And they won’t be all “I thought we were friends?”
And you don’t have to be all “Nah, I just needed a ride to the airport.”
And then no pesky…. Oh, you get the point.

Even if you don’t have blog check it out, it’s a tremendous time killer.

So, just in case you were wondering what planet I should rule-

You Should Rule Mars

Mars is a planet that shines brightly and loops wildly around the solar system. You are perfect to rule Mars, because you are both energetic and independent. Like Mars, you seems attractive and bright to others - but you're difficult to pin down. You are a great thinker, but you only think in the present and ignore the future. Full of enthusiasm and inspiration, you are into your own thing... and rather insensitive to others.

Your Personality Is

Guardian (SJ) You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented. Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules. You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader. You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you. A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do. You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up. In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly. At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions. With others, you tend to be polite and formal. As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself. On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them!

Have you seen the new iPod Suffle? Holy cow that’s thing is cool. I have the old version and love it. It’s very simple but when you’re like me and only use it at the gym (‘scuse me while I flex) it’s the best value.
This ones coming in at $79 msrp- due out in October.

I’m a big, big fan of the show COPS. I always have been actually. I remember when it first aired being all glued to the TV every time it came on- still am. Really, it may be one of, if not the first reality show.
I’m lucky that I’m such a fan of this particular program. Who needs a TiVO when all you want to watch is COPS. After all, if you just flip through the channels long enough, you’ll eventually find it. I’m quite certain that at any given time you can find this show on some network- 24/7, you just gotta look.
Anyway, it happened the other night. The greatest of all the COPS scenarios- (Patton Oslwalt talks about this in his stand-up as well, but I totally thought of it first) it’s the guy who just got busted with a hooker who finds out that said hooker IS A DUDE!!!
Oh, it’s so rare, but so very worth it. As if this guy, sitting in cuffs is not down enough in his spiral of shame and despair at the fact that he’s going to the pokey for buying a white-cap; he now has just been slammed with the revelation that every homo-erotic fear he’s ever had just happened. Oh, the look on the face is soooooo precious.
The amazing thing is that in the 3 or 4 times this sort of thing has gone down in the show’s staggering 20 year existence, the ‘Johns’ have allowed themselves to be filmed without being blotted anonymous. So, that means that somewhere there are a few guys, like myself, sitting around the TV on a Saturday, possibly drinking a few beers with buddies, who suddenly stand up, point to the TV and yell “HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF CRAP, I WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL WITH THAT DUDE!!!!”

Oh the pain of watching someone else’s mistakes. Sweet.

So I’m at the grocery store today, without a list so I’m buying much more than I intended, and what do I come across?
BooBerry cereal, that’s what.
OMG (that’s ‘oh my God’ for you non-texters) I can’t believe I found some BooBerry cereal!!! My brother and I used to beg for that as a kid, but since its 99% sugar my mom rarely ever let us get it. Mom was funny that way; we probably would have had better luck asking for the keys to the car and a bottle of gin. ‘Bout the time I got old enough where I could ‘handle’ my cereals, Booberry went away, leaving behind its sister cereals- Frankenberry and Count Chockula.
But here it is, in my grocery bag (along with a packet of chili seasoning that’s not mine, must’a been a bagger mistake- score). I suppose they brought it back for Halloween or something.
In a way I’m not really looking forward to it- after all its blueberry flavored cereal. I’m sure there’s a reason it’s not mainstream. None the less it will be; pardon the phrase usage, forbidden fruit that I’ve longed for going on 30 years.

I really, really want Floyd Landis’ piss to be clean, not because of some sort of sick, German fetish, but because he’s one of my favorite riders. Oh, and just to piss off the French again.
Anyway there’s been some pretty heavy musings about the mishandling of his urine tests as of late, of course very few folks outside of the cycling community are aware of it- I mean God forbid the media pick someone up after they pre-maturely kick him to the curb.
Now this comes from FoxNews so Christ only knows how reliable this is, but none the less-

NEW YORK — The attorney for Floyd Landis is questioning the accuracy of the positive testosterone tests attributed to the Tour de France winner and asking that doping charges be dismissed.
In a letter sent to the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency, attorney Howard Jacobs disputed the accuracy of the carbon isotope ratio tests performed on Landis' urine sample at a lab in France.
Jacobs also argued the analysis of a different test, the testosterone-epitestosterone analysis, "is replete with fundamental, gross errors," including mismatched sample code numbers. Jacobs said the positive finding on the backup 'B' sample came from a sample number not assigned to Landis.
"It's incredibly sloppy" work, Jacobs said Monday in a telephone interview with The Associated Press. "It has to make you wonder about the accuracy of the work."
Both Landis and USADA had representatives at the testing of the 'B' sample.
USADA general counsel Travis Tygart said the doping agency couldn't comment on specific cases but noted it is not unusual for athletes and their attorneys to seek dismissal of cases.

My friend Eileen is a New Yorker through and through. If you visit her site (which I highly suggest you do) you’ll find the scattered musings of her day to day activities whose common denominator is the many fingers of the Apple. Little things that most New Yorkers probably take for granted, such as Central Park, Broadway Shows, and the Subway. The kinds of things that people like me only experience through Seinfeld re-runs but leave me in wonder none the less.

Eileen and I converse via this crazy Al Gore invented (huh?) internet thing on a pretty regular basis. Knowing her to the amount that I do, I was aware that she lived in N.Y. at the time of the attacks. As the anniversary approached I wondered what her take on that day (and the following days) was. Where she was, who and how many (if anyone) she knew, what she saw, how she felt, etc. However well the two of us get along I really felt it inappropriate to ask her such questions. Really, this is a subject that I figured best for her to tell on her own time and in her own way. Something she would share only if and when she wanted to.
Well, she shared.

Not to me, but to the whole world. Or, at least the part that reads her blog. I didn’t ask her permission to post her work, but I’m pretty sure she won’t mind- besides I don’t think she’s got a copywrite lawyer on retainer at the moment.(please note, the text in blue is a mass letter she wrote to her friends and family five years ago, in the days following).
Anyway when you’re done, be sure to check out the rest of her work, it’s really quite worth it. In the meantime, here’s her story- one of the thousands, all different, all important, all in our hearts.

Five years later

Dearest family and friends,
My brother asked me how I’ve been since the attack. Loaded question. Everyone in NYC has a harrowing where-they were story. Mine is a where-I-wasn’t: I live by myself on the upper west side of Manhattan. With nowhere to be on Tuesday morning, I slept peacefully through the atrocity transpiring a mere few miles away. I also did not lose anyone close to me. How? How could I be so oblivious and so lucky? How could I sleep through genocide? Oh sure, my mother and brother were calling me to see if I was okay, but I turn my ringer off when I go to sleep. There was no hubbub outside my window. No one came to me in a dream and said, “You better wake the hell up and turn on the TV,” which I’m open to, being a Pisces. I even recall feeling deliciously rested before learning about hell on earth. I feel so stupid about that.

I used to work at One Financial Square, right near the attack site (I hate the dumbass phrase “ground zero”). Would I have run for my life were I still down there? Uptown feels far away, and it’s easy to go about my business as though this happened somewhere else. There’s no smoke up here, no “missing” posters, no suddenly homeless and jobless families, no ash and rubble, no visible altered skyline. I live as I always have. But it feels wrong to live as before.

I ventured to a ghost-town Times Square that Wednesday, marched into a tourist-trap gift store, and bought a mini-World Trade Center for ten bucks. I proudly display it atop my computer. On Thursday I headed downtown just to be closer. South of Union Square, where a big makeshift gathering place made a home, streets were closed to traffic, so pedestrians took over. I smelled that burnt-wire smell, watched people run errands wearing surgical masks, and observed the smoke further down through some buildings. Bill Clinton suddenly appeared, joining everyone’s dazed, somber, quiet destination-less walk like Joe Citizen, just talking to people, crowds forming around him, Chelsea waiting patiently off to the side. No media at all, if you can believe it. I saw him through the crowd even though I’m short. He felt my pain. I was comforted. His nose looked big. His hair’s really white.

That night, my shock wore off. I cried myself to sleep while God spoke in the form of a thunderstorm. I hoped he was telling us we would be okay, but I wasn’t sure. On Friday I received a gag gift from my friend Maria in the mail, a Powerpuff Girls watch. I’ve worn it since. “Saving the World Before Bedtime” is their motto. We could use all the help we could get.

A friend told me that someone she knows in L.A. doesn’t seem to get it. He presumes that “New Yorkers are feeling what we did after the big earthquake” a few years ago. Yeah, what a stupid thing to say, I thought. But later I was angry. Don’t compare this to something else, something different. You don’t know how I feel.

So, now what? I’m depressed. Because as everyone “returns to normalcy,” I remember now that before the attack I was at the bottom of the roller-coaster of emotions that comes with living the predictably unpredictable life of an actor, engulfed in self-pity. Then I was distracted, and things were put in perspective. And now I return to self-pity, and it’s worse because it seems so petty. I cry unpredictably and in short bursts. I’m scared of the idea of war and more deaths. I’m disheartened by the racism that still exists. I’m spooked by loud sounds and I watch airplanes overhead. I enjoy giggling when something’s funny. I’m too distracted to read books. I haven’t listened to music again, really listened. I want to live my life now with a greater purpose but I don’t know what that is. I knew what it felt like to truly live in the moment for a couple of days. And the weather here has been unbelievably gorgeous. Still grieving. The best thing is to be with people.

I love you all!!
Eileen

Let's now take care of our first responders and volunteers who are sick and dying from breathing in pulverized glass, asbestos, concrete, and chemicals from working for months on the "pile." The fight continues. They are all in my thoughts.

R.I.P. Adriana Legro from Queens, NY, with whom I attended St. Michael's School, Kaye's Dancing School, St. Agnes Academic School, and Boston University, who died in the towers on 9/11.
You will always be remembered.

He's So Good It Just Pisses Me Off

Screw Dave, we know who the real talent in this band is. And he plays this well in EVERY song.

There’s been rumors for a while, as a matter of fact I’ve blogged about it before (I’d post a link but that takes, you know- effort) but Chevy just announced the return of the Camaro in 2009.
No telling yet about the drive train, engine size and other specs but it looks as if it will be available in both a V6 and V8. Of course rear wheel drive with independent suspension (hey, it’s Chevy. Let’s not assume anything here). Not sure of the size of the V8 but I'd bet it’s probably the same block that houses the Vortec in my old truck.
Now it is a Camaro and so as long as the stereo can still handle a little Whitesnake, well then we’re good to go.

I just checked my web counter and it surpassed 10,000. That means just under 10,000 different times (I’m not counting myself) somebody, somewhere has given a crap about what I say.
Or perhaps they’re showing it off at the cyber-water cooler and noting what an idiot I am. Whatever...
I feel like I should have had all sorts of streamers and a free ham for whoever was lucky 10K.

Thanks… me public.

Anyone else heard of the upcoming “The Departed”?
Holy A-Listers Batman. Have you seen the cast? Leonardo DiCaprio, Matt Damon, Mark Whalberg, Jack-freaking-Nicholson, Alec Baldwin, and Martin Sheen. Oh, and it’s directed by Martin Scorsese.
I could watch this cast in movie where they do nothing but sip coffee all day.

This is gonna be sweeeeet.

'Nuff Of This Kill-Joy Crap, Bring On The Funny!!

Well, it's the first thing I came across, but it's still pretty good.

Because right now it’s all mine.
Because right now it’s too good to share.

Because right now “what if” is the cup of hot chocolate in the long, cold, winter.
Because right now I want to say everything.
Because right now I want to say nothing.
Because right now I’m too frightened to ask.
Because right now I must.

Because right now is so very surreal.
Because right now is so very real.
Because right now is an impossibility.
Because right now I wish I was a poet.
Because right now is an open book.

Because right now you are Emma Thompson-
Because right now I am Anthony Hopkins-
Because right now Christopher Reeve has just purchased the estate that once employed us both-
Because right now you are leaving on a train-
Because right now the audience is dying for me to tell you.

Because right now I can’t imagine saying any of this.
Because right now I can’t imagine not.

Because right now I must know your thoughts.

Because tomorrow we will have this out of the way.
Because tomorrow we will know.
Because tomorrow we will be ourselves again.
Because tomorrow we will take our breaths away.
… and tomorrow we will smile.

Because always she is my friend, and she is forever in my heart.
G.R.

The Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin has died.
This made me quite sadder than I would have figured. But, I suppose one can take solace in the fact that he died doing what he loved to do. In addition I’m sure it’s quite safe to say he lived a full life.