schedule...

well... i have successfully completed atls... yeeeeaaahhh!
the other great thing out of the last two days came on a sheet of paper...in that i wound up getting my schedule for next year. this is a relief to know what i have for the up and coming 12 months. good thing i didn't have anything big to request off for my vacation [which is next may] unlike my compadre... who plans on getting married next spring [good luck james!].
anywho... i just wanted to post the schedule up that i whipped together from the paper that i received so that peeps who wanna know can check it.
love to y'all [let that southern part of me never die],
-g

sorting...

i have had so many thoughts lately... and now... by the time i get to the freedom of the internet to dispell all of them... scattered about this page, i am not left with much time before this coffee shop closes. alas, all i well, however since i just realize that i have nearly 500 pics on my camera that i have not uploaded to my computer and need to sort out and such. there are some really beautiful pics [or at least i think they turned out well] or the plaza and such that i have taken over the past few days. so, the spice of life will have to wait for the time being... [the spice... the worm is the spice... the spice is the worm... i am the spice... the water of life {ok, for those of you that read this and don't get that... you really should see Frank Herbert's 'Dune'... great and classic sci-fi flick!}]...
well, love to all and to all a merry 'sun's not in the sky',
-g

fu...

i just had an interesting experience... so i thought about it and realized the recockulousness of the situation.

every once in a while you may notice that you get a call from a private number. most of the time most people mostly ignore this and mostly move on... mostly. well, i decided, wtf... i might as well answer it since it amy be important or pertaining to something related to residency or what not. who knows?

well, such was not the case.

after a somewhat soft-spoken 'hello' by myself [b/c i am at a coffee shop right now [scooters!] to get some free wi-fi] the person at the other end asked 'is this garry'. since, as far as i know, i am such a 'garry', i said 'yes'. i then had to think about the next words that i was about to hear from this quasi-effeminate voice... 'fuc& you'... and then the click of hanging up.

at first i had to chuckle because it sounded like the most unthreatening 'fuc& you' i have ever heard since the voice sounded weak and barely manish... as if uttered from a semi-mature 6th grader. so how did a 6th grader get my phone number and dial it from a private line? at the same time, why would anyone want to get my number, confirm it is me and then in fact just give me a 'tail between the legs - fuc& you'? this alludes me at this point... but whomever it was, rest assured that he must not have had his testicles drop for one of two reasons... one being his sweet-hyper-adolescent-vagina-esque ['shave' if you will] voice and the other being the fact that he couldn't stick around to i.d. himself... not even falsly. i mean, if you have two testicles to mark you distinction as man, wouldn't you use them to stamp out who you are so the receiver of the 'teddy-bear fuc& you' would know from whom it concerns or what prompted this act of randamdiddlyness?
it seems to me that the phone is the foremost technological method [even besides email... because email has a return address you can find] of getting out of confrontation. which leads me to my belief that this guy's maleness was so far between his legs, from the front he looks like a girl and from the back he has a nubbin of a tail so as to look like he is likely crapping a pice of poop that looks stuck or has some pretty bad hemorrhoids.

well, if this person has the ability to get my number i hope that they get the opportunity to read my blog and put a name to that candyland voice. i, for one, would like to know who says 'fuc& you'. bring it on, i say... give me the rhyme [probably a nursery rhye] or reason....

alas... just thought it was funny... back to atls...

love [even the 'fuc& you' epicene individual],
g

stalemate...

the freeze dried ice cream
eaten in space
the decade old toast
from a cupboard place
vintage cream-filled
waffers of old
woven into existence long before
all tales told
yet desperate desires seduce
taste buds to come
titilation to a tongue
grimmace on some
petrified foolish face
crunchy crusty crackers
from the crestaceous
but the air averted seal
elicits fungus
for not of fine vinegar or wine
do snacks or treats
get better with time
instead bitter
and stale eats

spiritual work ethic...

inspiration and imagination
tied together with innovation
makes quite the creation
molded with perspiration
to a devinely driven destination

One Form...

The sigma of this enigma
lays to rest Reimann's deamons
which soar with no limit
a hero at zero
and divinity at infinity
do we find in this, unity
as an integral part of our space

trauma 10026

red life flowing as a burgundy wine molassis
downhill seeping, cracks and crevaces passes
a smooth viscous entity pumping and flowing with life
oozing and draining without
polar cabilities in the power of flow... now
compression waves leaving impulses of exchange, giving existance
no cars can keep this pace
but cables hold this being in place
and when drained, the pump stops; the exalted exchange cycles never more

misunderstandings

I sit and i take
and sleep and wake
for nothing i make
could be more fake
which only promises break
to feel burned at the stake
only to mistake
a face

Day and Night

The tangerine ball
makes haste gravity's way
a legend to rise and fall
with a circumscribing ray

Rays reach out
to the heavenly night watchman
and without a doubt
they will do their dance again

Rise and fall
but always out of reach
not quite connecting at all
the day and night each

At the horizon's border
where the sun's ray reaches the moon
so might the day and night grow shorter
that i may reach you soon.

run ins... bike ins... bike outs...

whilst i am flying the solo 'chief' here in kc [pun intended... hence the " ' "] i guess i have a bit of time to update my blog with the goings on and such.

i hope to go around sometime soon and take some pics to post on here as well so that there are more than just words to this blog. since i can't read a book without pictures how can i expect anyone to read a blog without these visually pleasing devices as well? i suppose i can't... but alas, black and white words will have to suffice for now.

today was an intersting day to say the least... or the most... why say the least when i can be so good at going off on tangents upon tangents never to actually return to the original theme, getting lost in the tangent maze... thus constituting 'most' and definately not 'least'.
anywho, i got my bike and unicycle all fixed up today. i cleaned a bit and then practiced the unicycle a smidge before deciding to bike to the plaza then then subsequently the gym. after the haven that is panera [where i currently sit for it's wonders of internet use] i went to bike to the 24hr fitness that i joined yesterday for a free week membership. as a note, this place is 7-8 miles from where i was coming from [the plaza] which is about 2 miles from where i live. anywho, just as i was about to head up a slight hill on ward parkway, i decided to pump hard [get your mind out of the gutter] since there was no sidewalk on this portion of the road. upon initiating the hard pumping action, as i was riding in the far right-hand lane, the chain on the bike said something to me...
it said 'you know what, asshole... i don't really want to do this anymore and put up with you and your hard-pumping foot action... i quit'.
just as i heard those words from underneath me [again... get your mind out of the gutter] my feet gave way, the chain broke in two, got jammed into the rear wheel, managed to stop the bike clean and then throw me forward and slightly into traffic. when i finally came to a stop after my nice skid... it was as if i was on a slip and slide with no yellow banana rubber underneath me [yet again... mind out of the gutter]... i then got up and grabbed me bike and threw it out of the path of traffic. luckily as i was thrown, the car that was just behind me was able to swerve to the left to avoid running me over... but it was a freakin' close... a little too close if you ask me. going the meagerly 20 mph-ish i find myself luck to walk away with a few road burns and a sore wrist [i wish it was a soar wrist, that way it wouldn't have smacked the ground to become a sore wrist] that is a bit swollen and such.... i have found my fingers tingling slightly more than usual as i type this evening.
anywho... i grabbed my bike and walked/pseudo-rode it back to the apt.... about 3 miles or so. it was a good ways up hill and would def. have been easier if i could have just sat on the bike and rode it down hill 3 miles. but fate has its way of laughing in my face, then farting on my pillow and giving me pink-eye from the dirty fomite [i don't really have pink eye... but pink areas where i used to have epidermal coverings of my skin].

so after getting back to the place, i washed up a bit, decided to clean some more and then headed out to the gym to get my lift on... and now i sit and type... inspired to write some poetry or something. basically things just haven't been going the best lately and i suppose i deserve that fall, that accident to just add to things. so i will end this entry and write something else...

i hope that everyone that reads this has been having a better time/day than i...
but still... love and happiness to all...
love,
g

kc royals...

well, i would like to start by saying toodles to columbia for a while. unfortunately i am not the most excited about the way in which i left it... i miss it already... the places and the people... mostly the people.
the night i left, after i had moved out of my place, i went down to the track for a last-minute good bye to that which took me to columbia, sc in the first place. it was a long heart-felt reflection on the things that went on the past 9 years... memories from the track team and otherwise. as i wept tears of departing sadness, i decided that it would be good to run one more lap around the good-ol' weems. so after walking to the starting line and kicking off my crocs, i took off and put myself to the clock... i just wanted to jog, but by the time i came upon 200m i found myself running... 31..32... so i decided to pick it up to try to dip under 60 for the quarter and sure enough...59sec. it was a nice good-bye to that quarter mile oval that drug me across the country and attached me to columbia. of course, i did leave a little bit of my feet out there, scattered among lane one throughout all 400m... as i pounded my feet the whole way around. nothing new, however.

the drive to kansas city from columbia was long, but gorgeous. the memorable part of the trip for me was in knoxville. usually when heading to wisconsin from sc, i go through knoxville and then trek to lexington, ky. however, it was at knoxville that i made the turn to nashville, tn. it was at this point that i knew things were different... change was in the air... on the road... and in my mind. i was left of the road with nothing but my thoughts. 1000 miles worth of thinking. 'i would walk 500 miles and i would walk 500 more just to be that man to walk 1000 miles and fall down at your door'. i guess you could say this was the theme or 'title' of my thoughts as they raced through and occupied my mind. i only wish that i could get them out as they come or as they came. although the song was sung by the pretenders, this is no pretend... and i would rather things stay PRE than END. i am ready for some things to begin and not for others to end which puts me on an emotional roller-coaster in a land anew. i feel homesick all over again... reminiscent of the days of yore... back in the day [on a wednesday mind you] when i headed off to college. my how life is strange... but is it worth it? am i? somehow i don't feel so right now... i don't feel worth the effort of change... worth... worth... worth... what an interestingly deep word.
worth... of all the definitions out there, i am left touched by a few. 'good or important enough to justify'... 'excellence of character or quality as commanding esteem' ... and 'usefulness or importance, as to the world, to a person or for a purpose'.
these lead me to ask where i find mine. my worth. everyone has worth, be it different from person to person, it is still there nonetheless. i used to... and still believe in myself that mine lies in communication and trust. however, i have let myself down in these ways and must rebuild my own self-worth with regard to these issues and rebuild myself based on this foundation of truth.
wtf am i talking about? i think i know, some may not, others might. i could go on and on and ramble, but this is just a sampling of the thoughts that race across the eyes of the mouse in my mind that runs on the wheel which turns the turbine which powers the generator that fuels my thoughts. what's the mouse's name you ask? well, i used to have a rat named paco [yocum and i had him] and this mouse shall be jeffe. i don't even know how to spell what i am trying to pronounce... heck, i just plain can't spell very well. but i tell you what i do well... use elipses and run-on sentences without capitalizations. you see, without capitilization i will never be held to the mistake of accidently forgetting to capitalize something important. ahhh, so at least one of life's stresses is reduced.
anywho, at panera again for a moving break... mostly to get directions on-line to the nearest target [per april's suggestion i think i may get a target credit card as opposed to selling my car...] and then back to moving stuff out of my truck into my relatively empty place... either way, it sure doesn't feel like home no matter how much i want it to... no matter how much i try today.
so... the baseball teem the kc royals... it is a shade of blue... akin to my mood.
love to all,
g