We're calling all bed wetters and ambulance chasers
Poor picker-pockets, bring 'em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
We're lining up the light-loafere'd
And the bored bench warmers
Castaways and cutouts, fill it up
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Nothing will stand in our way.
Its seems like he had become one of the castaways and cut outs....His work had become irrelevant because of the the invasion of lower paid toilers who could write terse computer code a little quicker and cheaper than he could and because management could not smell the micro-waved scent of Palak Paneer - (Yes that is Indian Spinach and Cheese for those non displaced) radiaiting from the banal corridors of cubicles pumping out mediocre work daily. Or maybe he was was casted away because he no longer cared because work had actually become work where he had to manage people who had the same ambitions that he did.
He had become a castaway.. a cut out in the Corporate World. And in a way that may be good along time back the crazy corporate world attempted to make him a sat away in his entiere family. Somewhere in the middle must be a delicate balance as he thought to himself as he rushed try to pay his fare for the train that was headed inot the city. "Portland the City that Works" half the time was like that when it came to use Mass Transit. The trains worked perfectly fine, but no matter how hard you tried you could not purchase a ticket for the train.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
2. In Autumn the Light Bends Just a Little Differently
The legs were hurting alot more than normal and all today afforded was a simple flat 5 and a half mile run on the water front and the boats sparkled and bobbed on the river and the autumnal gentle breeze tickled the white caps out of the river and one could not have painted a prettier setting for a run. But still the body had a mind of its own and it wasn't gliding along with the day so his thoughts were on the lower back and and his tight hamstrings and the monotony of the pain led his mind to wonder back to his walk in the park yesterday and was that really Patty he had just ran into and did he really have a discarded doggy poop bag in his hand. The days was clear but the remneants of the conversation they had was murky to say the least, and what he really wanted to do yesterday was tom listen to the conversation as Patty who was a bit of a conundrum was somebody he always had liked and they somehow kept running into each other like random pin balls in a tilted pin ball machine.
But like the pain in the body he journeyed down down the hierarchy of needs and remembered that he might have to look for a job. Was it actually self actualization or was it a lower level need of just providing for the family. A wind had whipped in from the north end of town rather suddenly which left him scrambling and a bit frantic and suddenly disheveled wanting nothing more than a quiet warm bath and the silence the run did not deliver its intended purpose. Virtual silence that that is the constant of a life slipping by.
But like the pain in the body he journeyed down down the hierarchy of needs and remembered that he might have to look for a job. Was it actually self actualization or was it a lower level need of just providing for the family. A wind had whipped in from the north end of town rather suddenly which left him scrambling and a bit frantic and suddenly disheveled wanting nothing more than a quiet warm bath and the silence the run did not deliver its intended purpose. Virtual silence that that is the constant of a life slipping by.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
1. He was walking down the street with a Dog Poop Bag in his Hand
Just minding his own business on a perfect fall day -well not minding his business but rather watching the leaves just trickle down from the oak tree in the park. The dog was doing what dogs do and was jerking his right arm out the socket as the walk wanted to go one way and the the dog wanted to go the other way. That explains the dog poop bag hanging limply from his left hand and the sight he must make on this perfect day as his dog yanks at his hand and then scanning the park for a trash can to deposit the bag in his left hand.
It seemed like too many of his days lately had been spent like this, walking alone and taking it all in as there was a stir in the air, a rustle to the leaves that hopefully hinted at a change on the horizon. Change is not always good but in the case it felt like his life had been lacking the movement and change needed in life. It seemed lately that the common ground in his life was how life was remaining the same as yesterday and the day before and those days were not exactly something to write home about. But still it was predictable and not the grease fire he had projected a few months ago.
The canine (well its a crazy beagle) pulled at the leash toward a sun lit patch drenched in autumn's tilted sun light and the pulling on the leash made him clench both fists and, remembering the bag in the other hand, he let the leash go and the crazy beagle nose twitching
just kind of ended in a patch of ivy by the fountains in the park. A look into the sun kind of made him dizzy for a second ....
Only for a second or two as a subtle breeze further hinting at fall kind of brought him back to reality and the here and now, which for a brief glimpse he hated and he abhored how these brief glimpses always out weighed every thing else that was going well in life and for this brief second he couldn't remember any of them, or exactly where that crazy dog of his was.
He envied the runners who glided by with there own little pert happy sinewy smiles and wished he could join them and, for a brief second he kind of recognized a girl in the head phones he had run with a few years ago and from the look of things he probably might not be able to run with her as nagging injuries had slowed him a bit and eventually the vision of her just gliding by made him drift a bit and once again notice the different bend in the light filtering through the trees.
And some lyrics just popped through his
automatic thought process that he had no control
over, none they just happened....
and feel such peace and absolute
The stillness still that doesn't end
But slowly drifts into sleep
The stars are the greatest thing you've ever seen
The lyrics to an old song, they are always there and light of autumn thats bends and twists just differently than the rest of the year.
And a gentle tap on the shoulder
And the realization that he is holding a bag of poop in his hand, and it didn't radiate before but somehow it was warm in his hand and the tap on his shoulder turned into a nudge to shoulder
that said.
"Hey You".
The bending light of autumn made her hair more twisted than he remembered. But he wasn't really used to talking and thinking at the same time, well more specifically talking as so much of his time was spent either running, working at a job he marginally liked and basically avoiding people which was odd for the extrovert that he usually was.
he looked at her furtivly and said.....Patty..?
It seemed like too many of his days lately had been spent like this, walking alone and taking it all in as there was a stir in the air, a rustle to the leaves that hopefully hinted at a change on the horizon. Change is not always good but in the case it felt like his life had been lacking the movement and change needed in life. It seemed lately that the common ground in his life was how life was remaining the same as yesterday and the day before and those days were not exactly something to write home about. But still it was predictable and not the grease fire he had projected a few months ago.
The canine (well its a crazy beagle) pulled at the leash toward a sun lit patch drenched in autumn's tilted sun light and the pulling on the leash made him clench both fists and, remembering the bag in the other hand, he let the leash go and the crazy beagle nose twitching
just kind of ended in a patch of ivy by the fountains in the park. A look into the sun kind of made him dizzy for a second ....
Only for a second or two as a subtle breeze further hinting at fall kind of brought him back to reality and the here and now, which for a brief glimpse he hated and he abhored how these brief glimpses always out weighed every thing else that was going well in life and for this brief second he couldn't remember any of them, or exactly where that crazy dog of his was.
He envied the runners who glided by with there own little pert happy sinewy smiles and wished he could join them and, for a brief second he kind of recognized a girl in the head phones he had run with a few years ago and from the look of things he probably might not be able to run with her as nagging injuries had slowed him a bit and eventually the vision of her just gliding by made him drift a bit and once again notice the different bend in the light filtering through the trees.
And some lyrics just popped through his
automatic thought process that he had no control
over, none they just happened....
and feel such peace and absolute
The stillness still that doesn't end
But slowly drifts into sleep
The stars are the greatest thing you've ever seen
The lyrics to an old song, they are always there and light of autumn thats bends and twists just differently than the rest of the year.
And a gentle tap on the shoulder
And the realization that he is holding a bag of poop in his hand, and it didn't radiate before but somehow it was warm in his hand and the tap on his shoulder turned into a nudge to shoulder
that said.
"Hey You".
The bending light of autumn made her hair more twisted than he remembered. But he wasn't really used to talking and thinking at the same time, well more specifically talking as so much of his time was spent either running, working at a job he marginally liked and basically avoiding people which was odd for the extrovert that he usually was.
he looked at her furtivly and said.....Patty..?
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