Monthly Archives: August 2012

Buxomillan

Please excuse my non-sensical jabberwocky, but sometimes it seems that I find more sense in the non-sense. Do I make sense?

Someone sits next to me. We both sit there shooting blank stares, looking straight ahead like trained soldiers, only we’re not soldiers (at least I’m not). I know that if I want to spark a conversation, I have to be the aggressor. How do I know this? Because you know this. Yeah, you, sitting next to me. The infinite loop.
So, my whole life I went through life never starting a conversation. They say, “It’s easy to meet people.” I say it’s hard to meet people. They also say, “We are imitators of life.”

I watch the passengers at the airport walk by. Supernatural beings from all walks of life, they were gathered here together on this specific date to mirror eyes.
The ed duet.

Skootero.

I get on the company bus that will take me to my car. There are other fellow employees, including pilots, flight attendants and ticket agents. We look at our cell phones.
Cell.
Phone.
And we’re very happy deep inside.
No.
Movement.
Silence.
No.
Emotion.

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Daytrip to DC

This past Wednesday (Aug. 15) I took a day trip to the nation’s capital with my brother.

We landed around noon and immediately headed over to Shaw neighborhood (Little Ethiopia) via the metro and stopped at an Ethiopian Restaurant called Zenebech Injera.
We ordered Doro Wat which is chicken stew with a hard-boiled egg, and injera which is a spongy flat bread all eaten with the hands. The food was delicious, I specially liked the spongy bread, but it filled me quickly. The red stew reminded me of Mexican “mole”.

Here’s some of the photos I took around the neighborhood.

Around the same neighborhood, we stopped at Som Records vinyl store. If you’re ever in DC and you are a vinyl collector I really recommend you to stop here. Music selections range from rock, jazz, reggae, brasilia, country, funk, and a $1 section! Overall, a great place to dig.

Short on time, we walked around the Washington Monument area before heading back to the airport.


Lincoln Memorial (As close as we were getting, too far to walk)

Derticol

In the shower is where I could use the virtual “thought catcher”. It would transfer my thoughts and transfer them directly to this screen without typing. But the technology to complete this action is not available at the moment.

Instead, I have to finish showering, and then type everything. By then I’m thinking about something else. The sink and all the dried, shaved hairs that are reminiscent of dead fish washed ashore. 

But the shower is the box confessional with yourself. It is where thoughts race at a hundred miles an hour. It is spiritual, philosophical and it is your symbol of cleansing, (in a non-fanatical way) daily rebirth, baptism. Assuming you shower everyday, I’ll admit on the world wide web, I don’t do everyday. But my hygiene is presentable and under control.

Look around.
One day I woke up and everything was as it is.