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Round midnight.

June 12, 2009 // Posted in !Create, !Share, !Vent. (Tags: , , , , , , ) |  1 Comment

Whirling throw the sausage tube, my senses craved any oddity, movement, non-conformity.

I was testing myself to find a spark in the most dismal of all places…MUNI. Instead, I swallowed the grim reality of ashed dreams from the worn out ups and downs passengers. Our mood wasn’t chipper. Saturday morning cartoons left some of us a long time ago and others screens displayed off the air snow. I bravely imagined how menial people’s lives must be to imprint such an image on the world then quickly switched to my lunch options before I puked in my mouth. I was the picture perfect urbane MUNI-muter. 70% The Joker. 22% The Fool. 8% unknown. In total denial of my insignificance, but consciously fashion forward. Bling isn’t necessary for that swing-zing. I would say introducing something other than black and grey in a wardrobe would be radically progressive and effective. Shades are mandatory. This dual purposed lifesaver deflects unnecessary eye-interaction. And tones down that wretched lighting should The City remember to change the bulbs. Messenger bags trumps the dated backpack, which is better suited for weekend affairs. A good pair of blue tooth cover-the-entire-ear-headphones insulates you from any noise, especially if the little people should muster up the courage to speak. Olfactory senses are pretty much defenseless and battles through the over-sprayed and under-washed individuals. Breathing through the mouth or flat out moving are your only options when confronted with a hearty city-dweller who chooses odor as their vehicle of communication. MUNI must be commended for providing a vehicle for us to experience the colorful displays of human evolution. I may gripe and moan but the levels of entertainment exceeds my intolerance. Long live Late Night!

It’s ironic the most tragic of circumstances can result in the greatest of discoveries. I’ve always fiddled around with my voice but something primal is urging me to delve deeper. I’ve got a hunger only satisfaction can stop. I’ve woken up from sleep singing. Vishuddha I hear ya loud and clear. “OM!” All my other projects are in a holding pattern. Currently, challenging myself to deconstruct my poems into songs. “Whew!”This outlet fits me like a glove and it’s the best stress reliever. I’m finally putting my big mouth to good use. I got a little carried away at work and got called out in an email. She even came over and said I had a nice voice. : )

wayne-busted-at-work

A big welcome to Funny!

S & G of a day!

April 17, 2009 // Posted in !Create, !Share (Tags: , , , ) |  No Comments

Didn’t shave causin’ wave on MUNI today.  Everyone a fire sign on a short play date.  Touch with your eyes? See with your hands? What are the rules of this game again.  “Approaching Embarcadero!”  MUNI ain’t my friend.

the start off..

Approaching Embarcadero!

Have you ever had a tease of sneeze anchored in one nostril for days? Torture? Peak experience?  Something in order for me to have a  pixelated  moment on MUNI this morning.  Mischief is afoot and I pity my co-workers. One already loves my spoon typing skills. She gave me a wound up chick. A band emerges as salsa scents the background: MurderHole or Meurtriere.  Chirp would make a perfect drummer/rhythm section to my percussionistic expressions.  The world would be ours for the taking so long as  Chirp can keeps the beat.  Failure is a guaranteed date with Crisco.  Auditioning this frog who love the vaudeville . “Hello my baby..hello my honey…. hello my ragtime gal.”    We’ll see.  “Burp.”

Suns calling, bye.

Don’t cha know!

March 3, 2009 // Posted in !Share (Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ) |  1 Comment

Lezbros

Lezbros

Films: Lezbro: Don’t Cha Know

USA, 2008, 12 Minute Running Time
Genre/Subjects: Gay, Lesbian, Local Filmmakers / Subjects, Music / Music Video
Language: English

DIRECTOR: Melinda Bagatelos, Dara Sklar

Reveals the unique friendship between guys and dykes in a sassy mix of faux anthropology, reality and techno-pop music video.

I was passing Place Pigale and felt beckoned in by the bright lighting. “”They must need me.”
“What’s going on here”, as I winded pass my cherished friends and throngs of autograph seeker.

“Do you want to be in a movie?”
“Me….I don’t know?”

I haven’t seen it and don’t intend to.  I did it to see if it would be a lesser irritating experience than network television.  My first taste of action was Tweek City.  That was the silver screen vehicle for my Oscar lauded debut performance that sizzled on the cutting room floor.  Straight to landfill.   I could have snatched victory out of the jaws of defeat, by spinning it as a record breaking feat but watching it with friends I was silently relieved and felt like this review:

14 out of 43 people found the following comment useful :-
Wast of time., 3 January 2007
Author: uluru-1 from Wisconsin

  • I wasted 90 minutes of my life watching this move, plus $3.50 renting it. My time would of been better spent daydreaming. And now I realize I am wasting even more time writing a review of this disaster of a movie, so my only hope is to give others fair warning that this movie is wasted time, and wasted money. The entire movie was shot in a very armature way, the plot was barely there, and it was a struggle to stay awake from the very boring beginning, to the very boring end. I would have to equate this movie from the acting, the storyline, the plot and the ending with the poorest of films. Advice to anyone considering renting this movie are save your money, save your time

HGTV’s Freestylewas my in for network television.   Run if anyone ask you to be on television.  We filmed a 12 hour day for only 15 minutes on the idiot box.  I was immediately turned off by the endless retake after endless retake.  Stand this way for the camera, move this way for the camera.  Talk to the camera. “Talk to the camera?” I’m more of the stage variety.  There are no retakes on stage.  If you mess up, be good enough to fool the audience in to thinking that was suppose to happen.  Ms. Glover wore us out with that and my all time favorite: ” When you walk out on stage, OWN it” and I’d chorus back, “no problem, Ms Glover.”  Television felt so constricted.  I failed to see anything creative.  By 2:15 PM, I wanted them GONE!  My annoyance seared through on the couch.  I had to reach deep and “get her done”.  The production manager wasn’t my cup of tea and suspected she wasn’t the crew’s favorite either.  A towering 5.2 wanna be hip Londoner, stumbling on stilettos, in an all black ensemble complete with a full length duster sweater to mask her thighs of bovine proportions. She was compensating for her height and weight distribution issues. It worked on paper.  The first time I saw her I knew I was in for a treat as she hopped on the ottoman to sit down. Imagine the legendary Edith Massey overseeing your television debut. “Hurry Hines, hurry.” “Move that lamp for the egg man.””Oh, egg man!” She was threaten by my friend to the point of snubbing her out of a lunch; however, I accomplished my main goal of getting my art on television.

After being in front of a video camera three times, I dont’ have the patience needed for filming.  I was nothing more then moving, script regeritating prop, fueled off of energizer batteries to keep things “fresh” after the ninth or so take. I’m ambivalent about the experience but I did learn a few thing, like promoting your website is a no, no. Regardless of how clever the delivery.

A loop in time

February 26, 2009 // Posted in !Share (Tags: , , , , , , , , , ) |  No Comments

time kepts on slippin back to past futures

time keeps on slippin back to past futures....

I love those rare profound moment of new discoveries. I’ve been on an astronomy kick and I happened to share my interest with a co-worker whose become a watershed of information. I first was intrigued by the idea the that everything in the universe is in constant movement, even our sun swaggers about with us in tow. We marveled at the sling shot effect of protective Jupiter and the mysteries of Europa,  its sixth moon. Our latest exchange left me awe struck. My face went blank when I was told light from the stars we see could be from a star that burned out eons ago. We’re use to turning on a light switch and instantly a dark room is lit. When you add some distance, even light appears sluggish. It takes 8 minutes for light photons from our Sun to travel 93 million miles to reach Earth. If the sun were to suddenly disappear, the Earth would be sunless 8 minutes later. One light year is 6 trillion miles, meaning in one year light travels away from its source 6 trillion miles. Add some years to a light year and you get a small glimpse of how gigantic the universe is. There are stars out that that have burned out long before the Earth and their light is still traveling towards us.   Since the universe is continually expanding, light is…eternal.

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