Lunatic Fringe

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20071230/sc_afp/scienceastronomycosmologyfilmbooksentertainment ...so there might be somebody else as amazing as me out there in the Universe, just not on this planet. Makes sense to you too, right? Had a blast at Lava Friday night, I think it was Friday? I was afraid my kidneys were failing for a while the next day, turns out it was simply my back reacting to all that dancing, who knew? I'll tell you who, parallel universe me, that's who. But more to come on the whole Lava getup some time tomorrow, maybe a year in review if I get hella ambitious, stay tuned, stay tuned.

Outside of the city the world seems to me an endless series of questions. From this overpass everything seems so near, I could be there now, if I chose that direction. I say this to you, even as you are so far away, I wonder if you can hear me? And so it’s Christmas, I wonder what the prayers of the city sound like this time of year. I see the skyscrapers like prayers, are there lights bright enough in the world to breach the heavens? I wonder if we’ll ever ask the right questions, just the same I fear we’ll never be quite ready to hear the answers they would bring. I know where I’m going, just now, I’m quite sure of it. But the directions I have differ greatly from the direction I seek. There are no maps for the traveler who finds he is lost within himself. The lights are endless, the pavement in front of me consumes every direction I should care to go, and I have so many questions right now, but there isn’t a lane for that. Anyway, there’s never enough time for that trip when one mus

Just now Pat lays his head down somewhere out west. Somewhere even I’ve never seen. I like to picture his wonderment that first morning, when he woke up to another world, I know he arrived there at night, I’m sure the mystery was palpable in that desert air, in my thoughts I can feel it even now. Somewhere too Jon sleeps, and Mike as well, with his happiness right beside him. I’ve been where they been, their homes feel sort of like home to me, too. I wonder how it feels when I’m not there, I wonder a lot about their first mysteries, those first mornings they woke up to find the world has met them differently. I hope they’re never quite as nervous I am those mornings, I like to think they aren’t. We were all together a day ago, I find it to be quite marvelous how quickly the rust of time and distance falls away when exposed to the joy of reunion. Like a vortex I am caught in these moments, how wonderful it is to have to pull the table away from the wall for dinner, ‘there will be many

My Team: Team New York -- White Colors Nick Leone Jimmy Lambert TJ Curley Rick Moschetto Marc Reina Jarod Caiola (qb) Drew Grates Kyle Treen Goo Hyatt Bock Nasty Brad Vivacqua Mike Caiola Josh Caiola Frank Zogby Clint Dygert Matt Ball Chips Team: Team Arizona -- Black/ Maroon Bob Gollegly Geno Latella Matt Woody Dan Fiorentino Brian Marcantonio Steve Dunadee Jon Caiola Sven Maley Pete Caiola Paul Dack Chad Binney Justin Waters Nick Curley Christian Caiola Chris Ball

"Or maybe, just maybe, they won it when a very large, angry man cleared the clubhouse of everybody but Red Sox players after Game 3 of the American League Championship Series in Cleveland, which Boston had lost to the Indians to go down 2-1."Listen," designated hitter David Ortiz began, "we're not just a good team. We're a great team. And don't you fucking forget that. And let's go play one at a time and go prove that. Because let me tell you something...."Ortiz pulled on the sides of his gray road jersey. "There's a reason why you wear this Red Sox uniform...."Ortiz paused for a beat, letting the suspenseful silence fill the rapt room."Because you're a bad mother-fucker." -Big Papi http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2007/writers/tom_verducci/10/30/world.series1105/index.html And then there's this other one: http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/rumors/post/Red-Sox-would-be-No-1-on-A-Rod-s-list?urn=mlb,52279

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071104/ap_on_re_as/afghan_child_health ...On an unrelated note, that extra hour kicked my ass last night. Well worth it by most estimations though. ;)

"The Green Fields of the Mind " It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone. Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time. Maybe it wasn't this summer, but all the summers that, in this my fortieth summer, slipped by so fast. There comes a time when every summer will have something of autumn about it. Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in baseball, making the game do more of th

Kansas City today, much nicer than yesterday, folks are friendly around here. And like everyone else, they assume you are from New York City when they ID you for booze, I like to lie to these people, and tell them quaint tales of things that I like to do in New York, suckers. They have wonderful barbeque in Kansas City, which makes me feel sort of guilty for lying whilst they regale me with tales of barbeque and the one person they know that is from New York City, people sure are friendly. I had fried corn nuggets as an appetizer, Pam recommended them, I do not recommend them to you, in turn. Guitar Hero III is coming out soon, looks cool, but I probably won't get it, if it's anything like the commercial Slash is liable to come up out of my esophagus and begin to play while I am reduced to some sort of spent plastic on the floor. I don't think it'd be real cool if Slash came out of nowhere and took my turn like that. Count me out.

THE RED SOX ARE CHAMPIONS OF BASEBALL!!! And have become the first team to win two world championships in this century...of course they did that at the beginning of the LAST century. I'll probably be dead before any sizable drought sets back in, so, celebrate we will. "There is no way a beautiful woman can live up to what she looks like for any appreciable length of time." The moral at the end of that story is this" "Men are jerks. Women are psychotic." -Kilgore Trout "Do human beings ever realize life while they live it? --every, every, minute?" I myself become a sort of Emily every time I hear that speech. I haven't died yet, but there is a place, as seemingly safe and simple, as learnable, as acceptable as Grover's Corners at the turn of the century, with ticking clocks and Mama and Papa and hot baths and new-ironed clothes and all the rest of it, to which I've already said good-by, good-by, one hell of a long time ago no

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tmouuw8RSUo ...freaking hilarious.

I watch as the sunlight flirts with the trees in the afternoon. I watch all around me the day breaking as it should, this seems familiar, everything feels warm. I see it touch her hair, the ease of her laughter touches me, a maddening peace grips me stronger than the melancholy of old years ever could. What peace I might find if she was mine, I wonder if she’ll ever know this moment was ours? I should like to stop and say hello, tell her of this secret world we’ve created, but she would just smile, I just nod and smile as I go, so too goes a little world. Everything feels like home just now…maybe she already knows. It’s a maddening world she’s been brought into, and I wonder after whoever it was that had the courage, or the audacity to bring about such events. I wonder if I should like to do the same, is it selfish at this point to create a life? What is it the world needs more of? Humans, or understanding. Certainly the latter is in prime depletion, only we are attempting to fix it

A hornet. was just hovering over the mouth of an empty beer can, it made quite an amazing sound. Bands that I absolutely hate: Fall-out boy. Matchbox 20 John Cougar Mellancamp (this is our country MY ass) Panic! At the Disco Post-drugs Aerosmith (kinda still like some of their work, taking a stand on this issue though) This list is neither exclusive nor conclusive, it will grow Great rap verses, ever, ever: W.C.'s verse from the Gangsta, the Killa, and the Dope Dealer Sen's verse from Rock Superstar Probably anything from Nine Big Daddy Kane from the Symphony, by Marley Marl. More to come, input folks, input.

I do not know what to do with these wild flowers I have brought home. I know they are dying in my care, even as they shine now for the freedom that lights beyond my window. I am quite taken by them, in so much that I say that literally actually, they have addled my brain with equal parts suspense, lust, jealousy, and remorse. I aliken myself to a child who has snared his first bird on the hunt, a goal subdued, the thrill of the hunt amidst the throes of first regret. These things are never certain, it seems. This will be my last season of doubt. I should wonder what’s brought me here, but I’ve learned looking back that nothing is a mistake, rather it’s all exactly as it happened. You should wonder why I picked you, how we happened to have something in common, but I cannot explain why my heart beats, as much as scientists like to suppose, there is a force and a reason for living which eludes them, just as there is a force and a reason for tears, and a time and a season for gathering flo

When I believed I knew the soul was weak, when I believed I was prone to wishing, no longer do I believe, nor count faith amongst my vices- I can find no more use in perpetuating such folly. My design now is a grand scheme no greater than resignation, given to a fate, diminished to some destiny; though decidedly one out of my hands. No, my part lies elsewhere, alone in the interior, maybe in the depths of the un-quiet mind, maybe in the recesses of a black heart. A void anywhere else, but in my eyes and in my misgivings these are real promises. Perhaps now as I whisper I am dreaming, I realize now we are dying, and I see the finality of such a state -- even as it’s quite certain, if nothing else, that I am crazy. Even now it occurs to me -perhaps- I am wrong, though I guess that I am not; I’m never wrong when it comes to recognizing that familiar, unsettling, feeling which is the biased-arbiter, truth. Logic allows for only two ends, the truth -and it’s unsettling madness- or the quiet

What is a legacy, truly? How does one tackle the task-strictly in the mind of course-of being remembered? Is it enough that everything concerned him? The greater hope of that being that one was able to be shaped by the world as much as he shaped it. For better or worse that should be an obligation, at least I would like it to be so. Would it be best that everyone enjoyed his company, or greater still that everyone sought his counsel? Would it be better that everybody thought him to be just, or just that they counted him as a friend, for better or for worse these two very often are at odds. It is the quiet man who carries the burden of thought most heavy upon the back. Which should be of more concern in the mean time? The ability to avoid becoming encumbered by the world’s many measures in the short while (even as he is counted upon as a man of regard in the back-rooms of youth) or to become mistaken and confused by the many years that are to follow if the first task at hand is indeed g

There were a record number of birthdays tonight at the Outback Steakhouse in Middletown, New York. I don't know how I truly feel about that just yet, but I feel like someone may or may not have been lying... Roger Clemens will be making 147,ooo dollars a day, I'm still working my head around that one. I just found out tonight Kurt Vonnegut passed away recently, very disappointing news to hear, even after the fact. The world has lost a brilliant thinker, I urge you all to read anything by him when you get a chance. I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.' -Kurt Vonnegut November 11, 1922 - April 11, 2007

Always starting over, but somehow I always know where to begin. The concessions that are required of one who wishes to truly start over escape me just now. I'm north-bound, just beyond the inviting Charlotte skyline. I've just begun to unwrap the emotional bundle I've just been left with. More and more the moods seem to strike me as an afterglow, a sort of numb sensation, an alarm going off sounding me out about how I used to feel, or should feel. The sun today is inviting, though it is a fool's invitation, fools like I being the ones to answer. Life's just that, a series of call and answers, it takes real guts after a while, to have the courage to face the sound, sometimes the phone rings all day. It occurs to me how heavy today is, in my place along this sunny highway, where it's chilly for this time of year, my thoughts are miles away, and lifetimes become me. I've been lucky today, my sunglasses (being ever so dark) make people more polite, and make me

Got to see Chipper today, lookin pretty sharp. Columbia, SC ain't too shabby either.

"Cody wanted people to smile, so he started the contagion by smiling all the time himself," the Rev. Mike Pratt said. "That's what makes him so unforgettable and his legacy enduring." I hope to change the world when I die so when looked upon they say he was a good man. -Cody Holp

Coming soon! Still hammering out the thesis, getting my facts in order, documenting the phenomenon.

Wesley Autrey is the man. Rage Against the Machine is getting the band back together. They'll be headlining the Coachella Music Festival . Good stuff. N.Y.C. this weekend, who's in? Send a care package to a soldier over-seas: http://www.anysoldier.com/ http://www.militarycheerpacks.com/ http://www.ed-foods.com/militarycarepackages.html

Good times come and good times go, I only wish the good times would last a little longer. I think about the good times we had, and why they had to end. Life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right. Close your eyes and it's passed: story of my life. So I'm in my hotel room in Baltimore it's 4:53, and I have to be out the door by 6 to catch my flight back home, and it's getting a little dusty in here, and maybe I should explain why. No, I'll get to that, in the mean time let me preface facts with nostalgia, it's a favorite past-time. One of my favorite pictures in the whole wide world is of my family and my Uncle Tom and his family, the back-drop is a large rock in the middle of a lake, the directions to which nobody for the life of them can recall. But we were there none the less, and I love that picture because I can remember how wonderfully happy I was in that moment, I remember that it was actually kind of breezy, as it was late August,