We are tired. We are angry. We have seen the true face of many who live in our state and it is one of hatred, ignorance, and sanctimonious religious fascism.
Let the Supreme Court ruling last Tuesday be a warning to all those who live in the State of California (which should be read "Theocracy of California"). Your rights are at the whim of others; they are not protected. Should you fall out of favor with the minions, you will be next.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
Yes..... there's more
Along with the attitude and mood swings of the last year or two. Ninny has also re-discovered his love of decent public transportation. It had been since Portland that Ninny had truly embraced a Metropolitan transit system, but in San Francisco, MUNI provides. One fond activity of Ninny's while riding said transit system is the phone journal. When random thoughts, images, or tangents strike him, Ninny enters them into the trusty notepad. Here then, are some of them for you to read.
The first dates back to the awakening from the depression mentioned in a previous post:
"A dry hole in my chest like opening my eyes wide on a grey clouded day.
Unclear if it's an absess or an additive;
It it's guilt, sorrow, or something yet to be named."
And then it continues:
" He took in the view as a starving man his meal. The wet city, shrouded in grey, as though all the towers, turrets, sky scrapers, and piers were nothing more than delicately balanced droplets, posed and ready to be consumed by the parched. He gasped at the audacity of such a vision, yet kept driving as though it were unseen."
And finally, while listening to José Gonzalez for the first time in a long while:
"Plucked, syncopated, alone.
Echoes of conscience, subconscious, dreams;
The shadowy intonation of solitary.
Luxurious and guilt inducing as though allowing oneself to slowly sink into a deep feather bed for one. The sounds, emotions, and implied actions surround the mind as down feathers. Insulating in, and from, the world. A safety net from loneliness, a shield from unwanted cerebral intrusion, cloaked in tenor and timbre."
The first dates back to the awakening from the depression mentioned in a previous post:
"A dry hole in my chest like opening my eyes wide on a grey clouded day.
Unclear if it's an absess or an additive;
It it's guilt, sorrow, or something yet to be named."
And then it continues:
" He took in the view as a starving man his meal. The wet city, shrouded in grey, as though all the towers, turrets, sky scrapers, and piers were nothing more than delicately balanced droplets, posed and ready to be consumed by the parched. He gasped at the audacity of such a vision, yet kept driving as though it were unseen."
And finally, while listening to José Gonzalez for the first time in a long while:
"Plucked, syncopated, alone.
Echoes of conscience, subconscious, dreams;
The shadowy intonation of solitary.
Luxurious and guilt inducing as though allowing oneself to slowly sink into a deep feather bed for one. The sounds, emotions, and implied actions surround the mind as down feathers. Insulating in, and from, the world. A safety net from loneliness, a shield from unwanted cerebral intrusion, cloaked in tenor and timbre."
The Fight
the story continues now...
Loneliness was hovering like a dense fog over Ninny's life. He looked here. He looked there. He looked there again. Yet no matter where our Ninny looked, all he found was meaningless forays in the sheets with drunken persons, and Ninny was sinking deeper into a drunken era of mental absence. Following a holiday season with family and the dropping of the cigarette habit, Ninny found himself ringing in the New Year with Drella and friends. It was a low key evening to be sure, though many libations were imbibed. Ninny, once again, found himself in a whirl of sheets and body parts. This time however, the person stuck around.
Yes, our Ninny was whisked into a relationship with a kind man. Weekends became events, and sleeping alone was rare. The loneliness had finally begun to recede. Sadly the depression did not. It seems the other end of the spectrum was not much more bearable than the first, and Ninny was soon overwhelmed by the relationship. Resentment rooted, grew, and festered. Soon Ninny was disturbed and still depressed. So a mere few months from the start, Ninny separated himself from the other, and was back to being alone.
And alone he truly was. Miss Drella's work schedule did not coincide with Ninny's. Ninny was consumed by staring blankly at flashing images and mindless drolling. Drinking heavily and sleeping often. Exhaustion, emptiness, and sorrow were looming on the periphery of Ninny's vision. As the darkness crept closer so did Spring. Ninny took a quick trip back to LA to see the friends and family he missed so dearly. The sun and warmth of his loved ones, coupled with a little sun and warmth from the weather, brought Ninny a little ways from the darkness again. Once home Ninny began changes.
The TV was abandoned, the gym reinstated, and bay area friends reacquainted. In short. Ninny was back.
And now you find him here. A new perspective ever developing with excitement for the near and distant future riding astride it. May Ninny's new journey be long and ever challenging, bringing out new views, creations, and friends.
Loneliness was hovering like a dense fog over Ninny's life. He looked here. He looked there. He looked there again. Yet no matter where our Ninny looked, all he found was meaningless forays in the sheets with drunken persons, and Ninny was sinking deeper into a drunken era of mental absence. Following a holiday season with family and the dropping of the cigarette habit, Ninny found himself ringing in the New Year with Drella and friends. It was a low key evening to be sure, though many libations were imbibed. Ninny, once again, found himself in a whirl of sheets and body parts. This time however, the person stuck around.
Yes, our Ninny was whisked into a relationship with a kind man. Weekends became events, and sleeping alone was rare. The loneliness had finally begun to recede. Sadly the depression did not. It seems the other end of the spectrum was not much more bearable than the first, and Ninny was soon overwhelmed by the relationship. Resentment rooted, grew, and festered. Soon Ninny was disturbed and still depressed. So a mere few months from the start, Ninny separated himself from the other, and was back to being alone.
And alone he truly was. Miss Drella's work schedule did not coincide with Ninny's. Ninny was consumed by staring blankly at flashing images and mindless drolling. Drinking heavily and sleeping often. Exhaustion, emptiness, and sorrow were looming on the periphery of Ninny's vision. As the darkness crept closer so did Spring. Ninny took a quick trip back to LA to see the friends and family he missed so dearly. The sun and warmth of his loved ones, coupled with a little sun and warmth from the weather, brought Ninny a little ways from the darkness again. Once home Ninny began changes.
The TV was abandoned, the gym reinstated, and bay area friends reacquainted. In short. Ninny was back.
And now you find him here. A new perspective ever developing with excitement for the near and distant future riding astride it. May Ninny's new journey be long and ever challenging, bringing out new views, creations, and friends.
Not forgotten
No dear reader, Ninny has not forgotten that he was filling in the gap (multi-year gap) recently. But first there are two choice phrases that are flitting about in his head.
The first is from "Market Place" on NPR and it is: "Ramshackle Mom and Pop Diamond Shop"
The second is from "American Dad" and it is: "cocky pie skank"
Now really, how blessed are we to live in a world with such keen verbal frivolity? That's right. Very. You cocky pie skank.
The first is from "Market Place" on NPR and it is: "Ramshackle Mom and Pop Diamond Shop"
The second is from "American Dad" and it is: "cocky pie skank"
Now really, how blessed are we to live in a world with such keen verbal frivolity? That's right. Very. You cocky pie skank.
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