This is a different kind of post, I guess one would say a self-promotion-bragging post. Its been close to two years since I started this blog on the crumbling ruins of my former site and I have sped past the 50 post mark. This would be 53 if this is considered to be a constructable post.

I guess this would be tagged better as ‘Hey Look at What I did!’ However that tag wouldn’t fit in my newly re-designed site. After-all after a while I get sick of looking at the same layout. Like anything new I’m sure there a few bugs here and there. I’m working hard of fixing those along with digging up content for this and my other sites (Which are now listed right above this post - how cool is that?)

Thanks for reading my poems, writings and brainless rants over the past year and 9 months. I can’t promise anything better or worse, however I can do a re-cap of my favorite posts:

1. Astral Rejection: The Kitten in the sheets
2. How to be Adaptable?
3. The subway guy…
4. The Fallen Sandal
5. Far Side of the Glass
6. $198.95 for a pair of jeans
7. Bulls-eyed and other cheats

But hey that’s just my Opinion. Tell me what you think???

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It is not the concept of loosing that has me down lately but more of the failure to realize that I might be on a loosing streak. Besides not keeping up with this and my other blogs, my apartment (how long till people realize the nicer I dress means I haven’t done a laundry in a while), ordering fast food is too easy in NYC since even McDonald’s Delivers, and of course the self inflicting curiosity of the fall tv season, what will suck and what will I tivo but still stay up and watch at the same time. All that might not look too bad but when adding the feeling of isolation, a good friend leaving town another on a verge of leaving and lonely old me writing a book for a year without settling on how the first chapter is going to start, or how dark or witty the character should be. It seems when your trying to aim for a bulls-eye the best way to get it is to take a whole bunch of darts walk up to the board and stab them hard into the red.

Cheating?

Maybe but it looks good, as long as everyone’s heads were too busy drinking or looking for a mate. What is the point of trying so hard with out a round of cheating, fudging, bluffing, blaming someone else or just not recalling your mistakes. After all that works for our current administration, but its kind of hard for a writer to cheat. Its hard to cheat on creativity, or to charge yourself back in for another round, another rewrite, another chapter where the hero reveals his inner self or just sits around playing spin the bottle with a three hundred year old female ghost.

It seems to me while I write it gets harder and hard to rewrite since once I change a small part back on page 1 it disturbs something that was written on page 62, and then that reflects another opinion on other pages which ultimately makes me think of the butterfly effect and then to those butterfly art pieces that freak me out since they look so real that I want to grab a net but there glued to some glass casing (only happened once.) Is a year to long not to be done with your first draft of your first novel? That isn’t a clear or interesting question since I’ve heard some people take decades, and others only months, I’ve never been called fast and use to have a nickname Turtle but thought it was because I was a little timid, well maybe thick headed.

As we throw our ideas out onto the dartboard of hell, and wish for a bulls-eye, it seems cheating might not be the only way but its also a great inspiration. Looking back at our placement of the darts, we can describe them, how they sit, how they puncture into the red crisp of our creative mind drawing the blood to the surface again and we can forget that we didn’t follow the rules getting them there, that when everyone turned there backs or kissed there girls I was alone for those ten seconds to use my creative genius sparking the inner pressure to impress. Yet most of the people around will never believe me, for proper reasoning, again be left by myself to come up with another original piece without bending the rules and need to make the time between work, eating (cooking instead of Chinese), cleaning, classes, working out and other things that distract you while living in New York like the riding on the subway. Have you noticed the increase number of young girls dying there hair riding the subway lately? Maybe that’s for another post… Maybe I’ll leave the darts on the red dot for a little while longer and gloat.

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Okay. Someone broke the water cooler in the sky on this hot Tuesday in NYC. Ever wonder about the sky being blue. I mean blue is seen as a depressing color. When your blue, your either choking or depressed. So if the sky is blue then does that mean God is choking or depressed. I mean it’s so lovely outside, well besides the 99 degrees plus humidity factor, that it would be amazing God wasn’t in his bathing suite soaking up the sun with all those angels. But then why is Blue such depressing color, it’s a cold color even if its hot outside.So on a blue day look towards the sky and let the warmth of the heavens above melt those feelings away. Because there is no reason to feel down when the sun is burning a hole in your head.

Anyway, that’s just a random thought for this hot Tuesday.

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Wow… The blogging world got the short end of the stick for a couple of weeks there.  I have now started a new job and getting back onto a Mac is like riding a bike, but you still fall down a couple of times.  Now that the world seems to be slowing down, well for NYC standards, I will be back to the board… or the blog.

This morning the subway was packed, the sun being out and everyone trying to rush to work before the humidity sweats the morning coffee out of us, i couldn’t't get a seat. Standing rocking with the harsh sounds of the breaks I could only wonder when was the last time they squirted W-40 on them.  Is it me or when you hear metal on metal that should be a warning??  I realized this morning as I got out of the station there is nothing surreal then after the rain washes everything away.  You come out to a blue-sky day after the rain and you might not even need coffee…  Well it was a thought.  I grabbed my coffee and went back into the shadows of a Tuesday workday.

So I’m back and my front too, as my mind jumps back into the creative highway trying not to crash, or get caught like Lindsay Lohan with a DWI (Drinking while on the Internet).   Its time for some creative writing and creative writing tips, along with a daily subway ride…

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