Sunday, October 11, 2009

you can tell alot about a person by what they say,,,

random dialogue between myself and a colleague:

Omari: " So have you found any new stuff with that music you listen to?"

Me: "Yeah."

O: Surprised, " yeah? like what?"

Me: "Henry Burr"

O: " Is he a modern singer?"

Me: No, he was big back then, original recordings from 1903 to 1928"

Omari: " Can you get that on i-tunes?"

Me: pausing, " Umm, I don't know, I don't download music from the internet, I'm not that technological"

O: mouth dropping, " You don't? where do you get this stuff from?"

Me: " JR Music"

Omari: pausing, " so you don't listen to any modern music at all?"

Me: " Sure...when I'm at the gym, but in my everyday life no, it stops at 1945, 1900 to 1945"

O: Do you have an I-Pod?"

Me: " no, I don't like them, I do have a small mp3 player though."

O: " Oh, ok" walks away shaking his head in amazement.

I walk away drowned in my own thoughts...

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

night visit to the cathedral

I had walked by it hundreds of times before, having no interest to stop in. But I decided to venture in during the summer when I was hit with quite a heavy load of curve balls I wasn't use to and I needed to unload the iron anchor in my head. So one day I walked in and sat in the church where F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald were married on a cold morning in 1920, the vast open space and stained glass windows offering a quietness I had been searching for. I ventured back a week later to observe a service that was not of my faith and although I was completely confused by the sit, stand, kneel and mumbling of verses as I flipped through a booklet that was of no help, the stone structure held a sway over me.

This time I went by accident, I was actually in route to pay a night visit to the library and happened to stop in. The pulpit ( I guess that's what it would be called, though it's larger than any I've ever seen) was shrouded in darkness, only the bright dim lights of prayer candles left by hundreds of souls praying for lost causes, good will or I imagine just guidance flickered on the sides. I walked through its vaulted doorway, down the street, headed up the steps of the library past Patience and Fortitude and was disappointed to see the doorway to the microfiche room closed...I had arrived too late. But I did enjoy the detour and got to break in my new walking sneakers. They need it with the untrodden paths I'm always on.

Thursday, October 1, 2009


you never know what awaits you on the other side until you have the courage to look over the wall... still climbing on many fronts, scratched knees and bruised knuckles but it's's all worth it. Everyday.