:: My Reality ::

:: Friday, March 14, 2003 ::

Listening to: Well, finally! And I'm so embarrased! The Geeky Computer Guy (GCG) came to fix my RealPlayer and after exhaustive trouble shooting ask for a tissue and proceeded to clean the CD. Well of course it played fine! Sometimes I'm such an idiot! So now I'm listening to that mournful CD about death and dying by Geoff Moldaur. The latest blues CD by his ex-wife Maria Muldaur (remember her from 'Midnight at the Oasis') is so much better, but I gave it to Pam McMahon to maybe cover some tunes in their act and I never asked to get it back and she forgot to bring it when I saw her several weeks ago. So I'm listening to Geoffery moan and groan. Nice guitar though.

Maybe I can upload some of my guitar work...Hmm...let me try Suzanne. Nope, didn't work.I will figure this out. First I need my Recording software to rip the song out off the CD (my own CD). I have the software on my home computer but not here. And uploading on this computer is so much faster than the one at home. I'll bring the software Monday and make the rips then. There's no telling just what I might put up here. Not too many people are putting sound bites (.wav) on their blogs. (Should I post MP3's instead? I kinda don't think so.) Tute-taloo for the weekend Bloggers, I'm outa' here.

:: Tom 2:10 PM [+] ::
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Here's this clock again! I really love to click on this to get the time! This morning I'm Wearing: Dark blue cotton knit mock turtle pullover and jeans (Route 66 brand from Sears, I think, or maybe WalMart). We still go for 'Casual Friday' here. As long as people don't wear sweats or pajamas or Bermuda Shorts, it's cool. Workers should at least be neat and for God's sake, coordinate your colors! My jeans are a faded blue and my sweater is a very dark Navy... I probably shouldn't have gone with blue on blue. But Jeans go with pretty much anything. Christ, no one cares anyway...just me. There are surely more important things to worry about. It's just that things are pretty slow today, this being Friday and lots of people are out and the ones who are here are hanging out in the hallway chatting, or visiting each other's cubes or offices. I definitely love Fridays, the afternoon is the very heart of goofing off at work. Sometimes you can sneak off early and by the time Monday rolls around no one remembers that you slipped out at 3:00.

My Real Player is not channeling any sound, therefore I'm not listening to anything. If it was working, I would put on some Stan Getz, the Getz/Gilberto album with "Desafando," and "Samba Triste," and "Corcovado." Very mellow stuff, I'm in a very mellow mood. If my favorite wife was here I would talk to her softly and caress her cheek, letting my fingers trace lines down her arm to her fingers. I would look up at her as I pressed my face into the hollow of her stomach and I would hold her close. In the background you hear in Portuguese: "Quiet nights with quiet stars, Quiet chords on my Guitar..." Brazil is for those who like their lovemaking slow. Hope that gets everyone started in the right direction this morning!

:: Tom 10:33 AM [+] ::
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Wearing those same faded, now freyed, olive cotton slacks (got to update my pants wardrobe) and a yellow polo (not the brand) with thin purple stripes.

Listening to: My wife tell a long drawn out tale of murder, extramarital affairs, and deception at her office. An office mate of hers lied to her husband about going out of town on work related business and then proceeded to dissapear for a couple of days. She made the big mistake of not telling anyone at work what she was up to. My wife, thinking the worst, suspects the husband has murdered the woman and is lying, stonewalling. The husband doesn't have a clue because the wife is using work as the excuse. Everyone from work is worried sick and keeps calling the husband. Then, trapped in her own lie, the woman calls this morning and quits her job; the husband calls her work and thanks everyone for being so concerned, thus alerting him to the lie...it goes on and on. I have been listening to this soap opra develop for two days now!

This is good/bad

BTW, gentle reader, Don't be shy! Leave a comment if you happen on my Blog. I know you're out there because I see the counter bump up a little bit each day. Even if you only say Hi, it would mean alot. You'll find I'm not a teenager, I'm not a right wing idealog with an agenda, I do not post links to topical or political views and opinions one way or another. I lead a regular life which is probably, like yours, very strange if examined in the right kind of light. I try to find and share the absurd quirks I run accross every day amoung the mundane. As Alice says to Dinah in 'Through the Looking Glass,'..."Things keep getting just get curiouser and curiouser."

:: Tom 10:33 AM [+] ::
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There's no hotter and sexier scene in cinema than Liz Taylor wearing a white slip confronting Paul Newman for his lack of attraction to her, in "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." Liz sizzles! Other vixans I have always loved, of course Marilyn in "Some Like it Hot," Connie Stevens with Troy Donohue in "Parish," I especially love the chemistry between Burt Reynolds and Sally Fields in the first "Smokey." Watching "Smokey" with my son on a Sunday afternoon is a real treat. We get a kick out of "Bullett" too. Robert Vaughn's and Steve McQueen's characters HATE each other with passion. Of course the chase scene is the best. The chase scene in "The French Connection" is great too. I watched the "Connection" last week.

Yesterday I was in Birmingham to present The Records Management Rock and Roll Show. It went great, a small, friendly group of about 20, gathering for lunch and to discuss shared topics of interest. I was the speaker, leading a joke-a-minute journey into the most boring of all topics: Records Management. My presentation attempts to tie sound bites from 60's, 70's and 80's rock and roll oldies to basic records management principles. Common sense would tell you that such an effort would be absurd! Well, that's true...it is absurd. Yet that's what I do and if you don't have a since of humor, you won't get it. Well Birmingham got it! We had a great time and they paid me $10 to boot!

:: Tom 9:47 AM [+] ::
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Mileposts stand like sad clowns between us, their bobble heads nodding and weaving from my door to yours. They note the times and places we should have shared but didn't. That's why they're so sad.

A cold wind comes. It's harvest time, but the moon is blood red. Dry stalks burn in the fields. Mothers cover babies' eyes. There is empty cackling heard in the halls. Black mists swirl about the mountain.

For years it's winter cold. Icelocked, our breath throws white fragmented plumes. We stare accross the wide chasm. Immobile, I am frozen in a mad rush toward you. You shreik at the frost which buffets you and tears at your gown. Your eyes so blue, I swear I see them crying from a thousand miles away, your face pale and white like the snow. We reach and reach, throwing the ache of our hearts against the howl.

From sheer force of will our spirits touch, high above the sky. At once we are whole. The wind quiets, warmth breaks through the clouds, a gentle rain bathes our faces. The clowns are smiling. We see rainbows shimmer in sunshine. The black earth yawns, stretches and squeezes green life from clinched fists. Bells ringing in the village, sheepmen say "Good Day" to the Smythe, the Cobbler, and the Cooper.

Alone in the tower, we entertwine, we can't hold back. Tears softly flow. Wrapped together we breathe each others perfume and laugh at our ackwardness. We kiss the only kiss that satisfies love. Then sleep, dreaming tomorrow

:: Tom 7:18 PM [+] ::
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Wearing: Cotton Khaki slacks (you slackered!) and bright burgundy bottondown.

Listening to: White noise in my head from too many amphetamines and not enough sleep.

Deb and I went up to Cherokee last night (the Casino), didn't get home till 6:30 this AM. She's sleeping it off, I went ahead and came in to work. Deb won enough to keep her gambling all night on about $50 which is pretty good. She was mostly playing video poker which she is very good at. I lost $100, then lost $50, then lost $30, then lost $40 more. Not a good night for me. I kept bumming money from Deb which I hate to do, but she was winning most of the time, till the very end. Then we came home. The Puppers (our cute little puppy) was about to pee in her fur pants but didn't and I let her out and she was soooo relieved! She came back in and immediately tried to play with the cats. They will have nothing to do with her. Roadkill, our big male just stands his ground, hisses, growls and swats (no claws out) at the big lumbering Puppers who usually runs right into him. She just doesn't understand that they DO NOT want to play with her.

I'm on a space ship traveling at a hundred thousand miles per hour. Time and space have wormholed and reality is passing in slow motion. I can hear the hum of the ion drive. I Feel slightly queasy from weightlessness.

It's always dark here. Black pierced with white, blue, orange, and red points of light slowly passing in the distance and clusters of stars appearing as if someone spilled a jewelbox of diamonds. I don't know how long we've been up here, seems like years. We're not ever coming back. My only friends are my cabin mates. We're all red to blue shifted, right to left accross our faces and and hands. We haven't spoken much since our speech became slurred. Something to do with the speed of our travel. We signal with gestures or type to each other on keyboards. We have forgotten why we're here or where we're going. So we just keep on.

:: Tom 9:42 AM [+] ::
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