Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas at Luche Libre Taco Shop in San Diego, March 2012
Thursday, October 13, 2016
One Short Night In A Bar On The West Side
The big sweet blonde from Minnesota
Was knockin' back Jack mixed with stale diet cola
While the disbarred Lawyer in the ratty plaid blazer
Tried to look oh so inconspicuous
While he was not so discretely appraising her
Both of them sitting on duct-taped covered bar stools
Both of them trying their best not to look like old fools
Trying to disguise desperation for affection
With something slightly less unseemly
Such as desperation for attention
The clock above the door seemed to shout out the time
Like an alarm alerting the police to a vicious crime
Ten minutes to two, what's a soul to do
"Drink 'em up", said the bartender,
"Goodnight everybody, Buenas noches, adieu"
The two locked eyes for just a bit longer than a second
Looking for a sign, maybe a nod with the right inflection
She smiled, he responded with an eyebrow up
Like synchronized dancers they turned and dipped
Neither wanting to admit to this temporary hookup
The last song on the jukebox faded away
Like the warmth of the sun at the end of the day
He was at her side before she had found her keys
They looked at each other with intent
Knowing that tonight they'd found love (in parenthesis)
Monday, October 10, 2016
A Less Than Definitive Rant On The Topic
Today in Colorado marked the first official celebration of Indigenous Peoples day in Boulder and Denver.
Which I suppose is all well and good for those who believe that the accident of geography surrounding one's (or one's ancestors) birth has some sort of importance in the grand scheme of things.
Except for the wee fact that, according to the scientific evidence, there is no human population indigenous to North or South America.
The word "Indigenous" refers to things that occur or originate in a specific area by natural means.
Humans did not occur or originate naturally in either North or South America. They showed up around 15 to 17 thousand years ago, immigrants from far eastern Asia & Europe.
There is quite a bit of indisputable scientific evidence to support that statement.
Being related to people who traveled to North or South America from the continents of Asia or Europe 15,000 or so years ago via a land bridge that no longer exists does not make one "indigenous" - it simply means your ancestors got here first.
Or, as the Canadians put it, being of the First Peoples, a far, far more accurate statement.
The re-interpreting of the word "indigenous" to mean "Pre-Columbian" in North & South America by politically correct Academics does not change scientific facts - it just furthers the ignorance and fuels the divisions.
Just like everything that people do to create some sort of special identity for themselves.
If only the Academics would focus their energies on getting the people inhabiting this rock hurtling through space to realize that this rock is all any of us actually have, instead of attempting to make claims for people to be the real "owners" of any one chunk of it due to some sort of dumbass ancestral claim or DNA-linked heritage (note: I was going to use the word "nonsensical" instead of "dumbass", but decided "screw it, I'm going to use a more common term".)
Where your ancestors happened to be born on this very tiny speck of the Cosmos was just a random accident, as was where you were born, and who you were born to.
Celebrating it is a twisted form of vanity and ego. After all, it's not like anyone, anywhere has any say in the matter.
Which I suppose is all well and good for those who believe that the accident of geography surrounding one's (or one's ancestors) birth has some sort of importance in the grand scheme of things.
Except for the wee fact that, according to the scientific evidence, there is no human population indigenous to North or South America.
The word "Indigenous" refers to things that occur or originate in a specific area by natural means.
Humans did not occur or originate naturally in either North or South America. They showed up around 15 to 17 thousand years ago, immigrants from far eastern Asia & Europe.
There is quite a bit of indisputable scientific evidence to support that statement.
Being related to people who traveled to North or South America from the continents of Asia or Europe 15,000 or so years ago via a land bridge that no longer exists does not make one "indigenous" - it simply means your ancestors got here first.
Or, as the Canadians put it, being of the First Peoples, a far, far more accurate statement.
The re-interpreting of the word "indigenous" to mean "Pre-Columbian" in North & South America by politically correct Academics does not change scientific facts - it just furthers the ignorance and fuels the divisions.
Just like everything that people do to create some sort of special identity for themselves.
If only the Academics would focus their energies on getting the people inhabiting this rock hurtling through space to realize that this rock is all any of us actually have, instead of attempting to make claims for people to be the real "owners" of any one chunk of it due to some sort of dumbass ancestral claim or DNA-linked heritage (note: I was going to use the word "nonsensical" instead of "dumbass", but decided "screw it, I'm going to use a more common term".)
Where your ancestors happened to be born on this very tiny speck of the Cosmos was just a random accident, as was where you were born, and who you were born to.
Celebrating it is a twisted form of vanity and ego. After all, it's not like anyone, anywhere has any say in the matter.
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Kindling & Firewood
Every picture of you, every picture of me
Kindling & firewood
Like a million men before me I thought I could hold on to the Past
Maybe bring it back some other day
This time make it last
Sorting out boxes in the garage
Full of the detritus of you & I
All of it blurred like a desert mirage
Kindling & firewood
Every single reminder of a collapsed romance
Every single proclamation of eternal devotion
All just kindling & firewood
Picture frames laser-inscribed with
Love Is Eternal
The smiling faces on the pictures within
Thrown into the inferno
The cards & letters, notes & hopes
Stop to read a few emotional verses
Then shove the folded papers back into the envelopes
Every picture of you, every picture of me
Kindling & firewood
A cold hard feeling creates a craving for heat
Sitting around the pit on the patio
Pulling little stuffed animals from a box
To fuel the flames that create a comforting glow
There is a maudlin sense of relief
Watching those little pieces of film curl
As the past turns into ash
Kindling & firewood
Every single reminder of a collapsed romance
Every single proclamation of eternal devotion
All just kindling & firewood
Every picture of you, every picture of me
Kindling & firewood
Every picture of you, every picture of me
Kindling & firewood
Thursday, October 6, 2016
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Feels, Man
The Rock this afternoon...or as John would have said it, After. Noon.
It's been 7 years...
...and I still miss the crazy cosmic cowboy.
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