Love the small breezes
to glide with a butterfly
answer to a breath
writing
#Memory #1996 #English #Paper about Cape Fear
I wrote this in the Spring of 1996 at the community college I was attending at the time. I found it in my closet and felt like sharing it:
I always welcome comments…
A #pastiche #blizzard of #1999
I was 23 in 1999.
I was working for a company called Servicemaster and still lived at home.
My dad and I drove to the Black Hills of South Dakota. It was a wonderful Father/Son roadtrip.
I was taking night classes on computers and html web designing at the time.
My friend, Matt Chivari, and I spoke for the last time. Not sure why but that was that.
I met a woman named Denise at a comedy theatre performance. She was funny and talented. My best friend Tony was directing a spoof of the Glass Menagerie and I spotted this Denise and asked to have a drink with her. She and I spoke for a couple of hours and she inspired me to stick with art. She recommended a movie, My Dinner With Andre. I told her how much I like the Pet Sounds record. She said someday I will write my pet sounds. She gave me a business card but i lost it.
Also…there was a blizzard that year!
Memories…..ahhhhh
When Do I Feel FREE or “In-The Zone?”
This occurs when I am preoccupied where I lose track of time
When I am writing while listening
to the right sounds, rhythms and tunes
on the computer blogging and cataloging
or downloading music
essentially doing research
talking about something
that excites me and that I feel so passionate about
without skipping a beat.
Nights
weekends
vacation days
In Michigan at my dad’s
watching a movie
writing in my notebook
listening to
and sorting through music
long bike rides
sleeping
iPod on a train
When my boss is off work
even for a few hours
breaks
lunch
in the bathroom
at an amusement park
HAPPY
