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This may be controversial, but please read my lengthy explanation. I believe it spells everything out succinctly and with aplomb. I am open to courteous discussion.

 

 

“Richard Paul “Rick” Astley (/ˈrɪk ˈæstli/; born 6 February 1966) is an English singer, songwriter, musician, and radio personality. His 1987 song, “Never Gonna Give You Up” was a No. 1 hit single in 25 countries, and won the 1988 Brit Award for Best British Single.[1][2] By the time of his retirement in 1993, Astley had sold approximately 40 million records worldwide.[3][4][5]

Astley made a comeback in 2007, becoming an Internet phenomenon when his video “Never Gonna Give You Up” became integral to the meme known as “rickrolling“.[6] Astley was voted “Best Act Ever” by Internet users at the MTV Europe Music Awards 2008.[7] His 2016 album 50 debuted in the UK at No. 1.[8]

Early life

Astley was born on 6 February 1966 in Newton-le-Willows in Lancashire, the fourth child of his family. His parents divorced when he was five, and Astley was brought up by his father.[9] His musical career started when he was ten, singing in the local church choir.[10] During his schooldays, Astley formed and played the drums in a number of local bands, where he met guitarist David Morris.[2][11] After leaving school at sixteen, Astley was employed during the day as a driver in his father’s market-gardening business and played drums on the Northern club circuit at night in bands such as Give Way – specialising in covering Beatles and Shadows songs – and FBI, which won several local talent competitions.[10]

Career

Signing with Stock Aitken Waterman

In 1985, Astley was performing as a drummer with a soul band named FBI, with Morris on guitar. They were a well-known local band writing and performing their own music, gigging in pubs and clubs. When FBI’s lead singer left the band, and Morris left to concentrate on his career in hairdressing,[11] Astley offered to be the lead vocalist. This was when he was noticed by the record producer Pete Waterman, who persuaded him to come to London to work at the Pete Waterman Limited (PWL) recording studio,[2] with RCA Records publishing his records. Under the tutelage of the production team of Mike Stock, Matt Aitken and Pete Waterman, known as Stock Aitken Waterman (SAW), Astley was taught about the recording process and groomed for his future career, supposedly starting off as the recording studio “tea boy“. The reason for Astley to be hired as a “tape op” was to overcome his shyness.[12] SAW also hired most of FBI, including Morris as a guitarist/songwriter.[11]

Success

His first single was the little-known “When You Gonna”, released as a collaboration with Lisa Carter, with little promotion. It did not chart. His first solo offering was “Never Gonna Give You Up“, recorded on New Year’s Day 1987, and released eight months later, in August.[13] Astley’s distinctive rich, deep voice combined with dance-pop, made the song an immediate success,[14] spending five weeks at the top of the British charts and becoming the year’s highest-selling single. The song was also a worldwide number one hit, topping the charts in 24 other countries, including the U.S., Australia, and Germany. It would become the first of 13 (worldwide) top 30 hit singles for him. “Never Gonna Give You Up” won Best British single at the 1988 BPI awards (now called the BRIT Awards),[15] and he performed the hit in front of a global audience of 100 million.[2][16]

His next single was “Whenever You Need Somebody“, which was released in October. The single was a recycled Stock, Aitken, Waterman song, originally recorded by O’Chi Brown in 1985. It became a successful European hit, reaching No. 1 in seven countries, including Germany and Sweden, following up the success of his debut single. It also reached No. 3 in the UK. It was not released in North America.[17]

In November 1987, the album Whenever You Need Somebody, containing four tracks written by Astley, also reached number one in the UK and Australia, and No. 10 in the U.S. It was certified 4x Platinum in the UK and Canada, and 2x Platinum in the US. Overall Whenever You Need Somebody sold 15.2 million copies worldwide, making him the top-selling British act of the year.[2]

In December 1987, Astley released a cover version of the Nat King Cole classic “When I Fall in Love“. This single is mainly remembered for a closely fought contest for UK Christmas Number 1. Rivals EMI, hoping to see their act the Pet Shop Boys reach No. 1, re-released the version by Nat King Cole.[18][19] This led to a slowdown of purchases of Astley’s version, allowing the Pet Shop Boys to reach the coveted top spot. Despite selling over 200,000 copies and gaining a Silver certification from the BPI,[20] it peaked in the UK at No. 2 for two weeks. The re-release of Nat King Cole’s version reached No. 4. The B side was a dance number “My Arms Keep Missing You“, which was successful in mainland Europe.

Astley’s fourth single release would be “Together Forever” in 1988, reaching No. 2 in the UK. It was denied the top spot by Neighbours sensation Kylie Minogue‘s debut “I Should Be So Lucky“.[21] “Together Forever” was more successful in the U.S., topping the charts, making it his second U.S. chart topper,. In 1989 he was nominated for a Grammy Award for Best New Artist, but lost to Tracy Chapman.

His fifth and final release from his debut album was “It Would Take a Strong Strong Man“. It was a more soulful song, when compared to his other releases, and was mainly intended for the North American market. Thus, it was not released in Britain. It was another hit for Astley, reaching No. 10 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100, and No. 1 in Canada. During the period between his debut release and his fifth single, Astley outsold every other artist in the world.[22] In the UK, he was in the Top 40 every week for the first 6 months of his career.[2]

A fire in the PWL studios destroyed much of Astley’s new material,[2] causing a delay in the release of his second album. Hold Me in Your Arms was released in January 1989, containing five singles, and reached No. 8 in the UK and No. 19 in the U.S., being certified platinum in the UK and gold in the U.S.

Rick Astley was presented by Stock Aitken Waterman as a boy next door type act. After leaving PWL, Astley changed his image to a more mature and moody musician.

Astley’s relationship with British media deteriorated significantly after the release of Whenever You Need Somebody, with the media calling him a “puppet” of Stock Aitken Waterman,[15] although Astley had written five of his new album’s tracks. The negative press inevitably affected the sales of his singles.[23] The first single from the album to be released was “She Wants to Dance with Me“, a number written by Astley. It was another successful single, reaching No. 6 on both the UK and US charts. “Take Me to Your Heart” was the next single to be released from the album. It reached No. 8 in the UK and was not released in the U.S. “Hold Me in Your Arms“, a ballad written by Astley, reached No. 10 in the UK and was also not released in North America. The next two singles released from the album were intended for the North American market. “Giving Up on Love” and a cover of The Temptations song “Ain’t Too Proud To Beg” charted at No. 38 and No. 89 in the U.S. respectively.

In December 1989, Astley set off on his first world tour, touring 15 countries including the UK, U.S., Australia, and Japan.[2] By the end of the tour, he was tiring of the negative press, and wanted to explore alternative paths as a musician. Thus, he left his producers Stock Aitken Waterman, and RCA records bought out his contract with PWL.

Switching to soul and adult contemporary

By 1990, Astley had parted company with Stock Aitken Waterman. He also decided to leave his dance-pop days behind him, moving towards his passion, soul. This shift in musical genre led him to change his image too, ditching the boy next door look, presenting himself as a mature and passionate musician. His third album, Free, was released in 1991 containing collaborations with Elton John.[15] The album contained three singles, and reached No. 9 in the UK and No. 31 in the US.

He achieved one more major success with the 1991 balladCry for Help“, which reached No. 7 in both the UK and the US. The other two singles from Free were not as successful. “Move Right Out” reached No. 58 in the UK and No. 81 in the US; and “Never Knew Love” reached No. 70 in the UK and did not chart in the US. Free would mark the end of Astley’s successful period, and “Cry for Help” would be the last Astley single to make the Top 10 in either the UK or US to date.

His next album, Body and Soul, was released in 1993, and was largely an Adult Contemporary album. By the time the album was released, Astley had decided to retire from the music industry. As a result, the album did not get a lot of promotion,[2] not charting in the UK but managing to make the Billboard 200, peaking at No. 182. The two singles, “The Ones You Love” and “Hopelessly“, performed very well on the U.S. adult contemporary chart, peaking at No. 19 and No. 4 respectively. “The Ones You Love” peaked at No. 48 in the UK but did not chart in the U.S. “Hopelessly” also crossed over and peaked at No. 28 on the US Billboard 100, staying in the US top 40 for five weeks, and No. 33 in the UK. It was named as one of the most performed songs at the 1994 BMI Awards,[24] and is one of the few songs to achieve BMI ‘Million-Air’ status.[25]

Retirement

After 1993, Astley retired from the music industry at the age of 27, deciding that family life was more important. During Astley’s time out of the music business, he raised his daughter Emilie, born in 1992. Thus, for much of the 1990s and early 2000s, Astley remained largely out of the spotlight. Astley would later state that this was due to his growing frustration with business side of things.[26] During this period he co-wrote “Mission Statement”, a track for former Marillion singer Fish‘s 1999 solo album Raingods with Zippos.[27][28]

Return to singing

Almost 10 years after Body and Soul, Astley returned to the music industry, signing a co-publishing deal with Polydor and releasing Keep It Turned On in 2001. The album featured the single “Sleeping“, which became a minor club hit, thanks to a set of remixes from U.S. house producer Todd Terry. Keep It Turned On was only released in Continental Europe.[2]

Astley’s first compilation album, Greatest Hits, was released in 2002, and reached No. 16 on the UK Albums Chart. With no promotion from Astley, it sold over 100,000 copies and was certified Gold by the British Phonographic Industry.[2] In 2003 he charted at No. 10 in the UK as a songwriter with “Shakespeare’s (Way With) Words” performed by short-lived boy band One True Voice.

In 2004, Astley toured for the first time in 14 years, which led him to a record contract with Sony BMG.[2]

In March 2005, Astley released the album Portrait, in which he covered many classic standards such as “Vincent“,[29]Nature Boy” and “Close to You“. Astley and Sony BMG were unhappy with the result so the album was poorly promoted,[2] yet it managed to reach No. 26 on the UK Albums Chart.

In April 2008, the album The Ultimate Collection: Rick Astley was released by Sony BMG, and by early May it had reached #17 on the UK Top 40 Albums Chart,[30] again with no promotion by Astley.

In September 2008, Astley was nominated for the ‘Best Act Ever’ award at the MTV Europe Music Awards.[7] The push to make Astley the winner of the award continued after the announcement, as did efforts to encourage MTV to invite Astley to the awards ceremony.[31] On 7 November, following a massive Internet campaign by fans, Astley won the award in Liverpool, but was not there in person to receive it. Perez Hilton collected the prize on his behalf.[32] On the back of this, “Never Gonna Give You Up” returned to the UK charts, over 21 years after it was released, peaking at No. 73 during the Christmas period.

Astley performing in Copenhagen, Denmark, July 2009

During the late 2000s, Astley continued touring across the globe, touring with various other 1980s acts, such as Boy George and Belinda Carlisle, in the Here and Now Tour.[2] In April 2009, he wrote an article for Time about moot.[33]

Astley was a special guest throughout Peter Kay‘s new tour, The Tour That Doesn’t Tour Tour…Now On Tour, from 27 April to 22 May 2010. To mark the occasion, Rick Astley released a new single “Lights Out” on his own label on 7 June 2010.[34] This was Astley’s first release in the UK Singles Chart in 17 years. It was well received by radio, peaking No. 15 on the UK Airplay Charts, but it failed to become a commercial hit, reaching only No. 97 on the UK Singles Chart.

During the summer of 2010, Astley became a radio DJ for London’s Magic FM, presenting a Sunday show.[35][36] The initial contract was for eight weeks, but he proved popular with listeners and his contract was extended till the end of the year.[37] In December 2010, Astley co-hosted the Chris Evans Breakfast Show on BBC Radio 2 with Peter Kay,[38] and in March 2011 appeared in Comic Relief‘s Red Nose Day telethon on the BBC.[39][40]

In April 2016 Astley released “Keep Singing“, from his forthcoming album, 50. Interviewed by Amanda Holden on the Lorraine show on 7 April, Astley explained that it was turning 50 which had prompted him to release the single. He said, “It was a big milestone. I got back in the studio and friends were telling me the material I was working on was pretty good. So I decided to go for it.”[41][26][42] On 31 May, the release date for Astley’s 50 was revealed to be 10 June 2016.[43] The album reached number one on the Official UK Album Sales charts in the week of 17 June 2016 to 23 June 2016.[8]

In September 2016 Astley released the single “Dance”, together with an official video.[44]

Rickrolling Internet phenomenon

Astley rickrolling the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, 2008

In 2007,[45] Rick Astley became the subject of a viral Internet meme known as rickrolling. In this prank, Web users are tricked into seeing Rick Astley’s video “Never Gonna Give You Up” when they follow a link that claims to be something else.[46] Views of this video on various websites are now in the hundreds of millions. The phenomenon became so popular that on 1 April 2008, YouTube pranked its users by making every single featured video on its front page a rickroll.[47]

On 27 November 2008, Astley participated in a live rickroll during the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, while the Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends characters were singing “Best Friend”, the theme from the 1970s TV series The Courtship of Eddie’s Father. Midway through the song, Astley emerged from the float and began to lip sync his signature hit. At the end of Astley’s performance, Cheese (a character from Foster’s) shouted out “I like rickrolling!”.[48][49]

Although the video garnered millions of hits on YouTube, Astley has earned almost no money from the meme. By 2010 he had received only US$12 in royalties from YouTube for his performance share.[50]

Personal life

Rick Astley is married to Lene Bausager, and the couple have a daughter, Emilie, who was born in 1992. Astley met Lene when she was working as a promoter with RCA in 1988.[9] Lene is a film producer, and was nominated for the 2006 Academy Award for Best Live Action Short Film for the Sean Ellis film Cashback, where she was the main producer.[51][52] The family lives in the London suburb of Richmond.[53]

Discography

 

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Nov 5, 2016

There is a scale of arrestability in the protest circuits I’ve been in. As a part of a medic check-in you would gauge with your buddy where your team is best placed and what risks you are willing to take. It’s a color scale, with Green being little to no risk of danger, and Red being you are most certainly going to be attacked and/or arrested. Today I did not have a buddy, I just put my faith in Harrisburg that I would run into people on the street. Ran into a hard edge today. Most of my protest today was purely support, but because I felt extremely unsafe while doing it, I was most definitely and firmly in the yellow.

So, I didn’t have a buddy today, I was definitely not a medic in this demonstration. There were six teams for about 100 to 150 folks. Sure they were bloc’ed up, but they were still serving in medic roles. I remember hearing that and getting really excited and asking if there was a medic collective in the area. There isn’t, but within the Antifa I guess there is enough with the training, that we should had no worries more than normal.

I was in a privileged position, because, at everyone with an active part in the Neo-Nazi Rally, Peacekeeper folk, and Anti-fascist demonstrators’s best ideals, they were doing it for me. That’s the only reasonable way that I can believe that everyone was human. Well, except for the NeoNazis, ’cause I’m non-white, non-christian they would rather me and my kind exterminated, fuck those guys.

The tactic chosen by most people today was of black boc. Most of the time, I could just write them off as being ridiculous because the massive amount of regular people who were behind them. In the streets of Chicago, thousands of people, wearing a shirt, expressing frustration and anger at the everyday injustices that civilized society demands that you ignore, or play off with humor, or accept. Ahead of them was the thin dark line, a sprawling angry warrior edge, the ones who could be violent.

The masters of improvised weaponry. The folk who would do anything to protect and fight if the time came to fight. Their only true protection is their anonymity, by the black that they wear, their fists, and their sticks and stones. Though they are capable of so much more. Their demonstration is that they must show that they are willing to be violent for the right cause. Nazism is dead, Neo-Nazis are trying to ressurect a system of governance based on fear and hatred, that dehumanizes and oppresses those that do not think like they do. There must be that hard edge against a racist fascist society. As wildfires that burn uncontrollably and threaten the places where people live, fire must be met with fire sometimes.

The second most worn costume used tactic was that of the peacekeepers using a very ordered hierarchy of roles. There were riot cops, there were normal Unis, there were horse cops. They switched lines back and forth depending on how riled up the Antifa was getting. There was a single white drone with a red light that buzzed over the crowd a couple times, like a grocer using a barcode scanner. A couple more lines of cops marched in file out of the capitol and in groups up and down the capitol steps. There were several police vans at the end of State Street, with pockets of plainclothes roaming the edges here and there. Though my continuing worry is that a few of them were creeping Neo-Nazis. I think they did well today, they sat there silently, though their expression were hard to ignore as I chatted with a guy that I met to try to relax myself. It was comforting to connect to another in mutual wingnuttiness.

The fourth most worn costume, (because there were still more people who were wearing whatever they had), the pale imitation Nazis did not live up to a prompt German sense of efficiency as they showed up about 20 minutes late. They were afforded much space from the rest of the city. There was no one who gathered who was going to listen to them speak, except for the media allowed beyond the police line and their own. To my relief it was a pitiable amount of about few dozen. My impression is that the Neo-Nazis were cocky that they didn’t get attacked and were able to spout their nonsense on the capitol steps to a crowd that hated them because they were protected by the government that they rail against. The Neo-Nazi at the podium shouted into his bull horn, but if he was channeling the Furhur, all that I ever managed to hear was regurgitated Trump rhetoric. #MAGA #buildthewall So for those who still are going to vote for trump, you have Neo-Nazis on your side, how does that make you feel?

There was a wedding that was going on, that now have memories of our protest for a lifetime. A man in a zany gender ambiguous Hitler costume sauntered around the crowd, a vegetable peeler sticking out of the top of his helmet. Little Amps sucks because they closed their shop. A family that I met and talked with briefly offered to get me a coffee. The Mother was an nice hippy lady that said it reminded her of the 60s, though she was surprised at how aggressive our side was being. A very stupid Neo Nazi, tattooed and shirtless had a signpost broken over his back, he was chased off by about 50 Black Bloc, for the slightest of moments I feared that he was going to have the shit kicked out of him. That moment passed as now I have no care for if he did or did not.

All I did today was cook a bunch of food with my family and offered it to the Black Bloc. Just some bean and rice burritos with a little bit of homemade salsa. I livestreamed what I could, but mostly I was just paying attention to the people around me and took in the revel of rebellious attitude. And when the Nazis left, and we were dispersing, I was the huge nerd who brought garbage bags and reminded everyone to take their garbage with them. I cleaned up a few bottles and broken sticks, because if there’s one thing I know about protesting, never underestimate the propaganda that ‘they cleaned up after themselves’ reflects upon your movement. I could only ask, and a couple individuals helped out. People were thankful for the food and drink. I was happy to help just a little bit, even if I live in a position of unreal idealism. This is my home, after all.

for the last few weeks I’ve been in a bit of limbo. It feels like this entire year has been limbo. a journey alone is filled with many introspective pitfalls. gaining confidence is like climbing a sand dune. You can’t stand still because you’ll just slide down, there doesn’t seem to be any level ground so you always have to work hard to sometimes just to maintain your balance..  and then when you do meet people, they can easily knock you down the slope. the only thing that feels like justice, is that they may also fall down. But really, it is an unsatisfying form of justice.

I am longing to travel to the desert and meet up with my friends. But I have made new friends that have many a varied talent that I am struggling to pull away. But since I’ve started to sit off on my own, from these new friends, since I’ve started to watch long youtube videos about videogames, I wonder if there is a set level of human interaction that I’ve reached.

today, just by staring at my new friend, I was able to piss him off to the point with which he wanted to throw me out.  It didn’t take long, just a couple of seconds. In the hesitation I have when I focus on something unintentionally, then have to switch to try communicating my thoughts at the time, he flipped out and shouted, “Get the fuck out. I don’t want someone making me uncomfortable in my [mom’s] house.”  It wasn’t a challenge that I was issuing though, just observation and questions to myself.  can insecurity pass through the air because of a watchful eye? Is surveillance just a need for control because the more information we have the better the ability we have to make a choice? Observation affects the choices we make, so when does it become overbearing? Would you rather have your friends stare when you know? would you rather have a stranger stare and judge with no context? Or someone that is still optimistic about you?

He was so furious, and I was still groggy and confused. why would he think that I had some kind of problem? was there some kind of guilt that surfaced under my gaze? He went and described loudly the situation to his partner. a beautiful wonderful and balancing woman who speaks maybe three languages, and has a nifty accent. she calmed him and he admitted his overreaction.

I think my preference is friends that will openly talk.  where we can have conflict openly without the fear of barbs that hurt. confidently converse knowing that what is said is honest without being ambiguous and furthers the conversation to a conclusion that is higher on the sandy hill.

I sometimes think of the world that’s full of sand. The heat during the day is so much that the sand starts to melt. this molten glass running through the hottest parts of the desert in scorching rivers that flow fierce in temperature, but slow an viscous pooling into lakes that harden when the cold night comes. I can see my reflection by the moonlight in a glass lake. I see the world full of sand and mirrors.

It’s like staring at your reflection in between two mirrors. and  the reflection of the reflections show a pair of people staring at each other.  the line of these pairs stratching off and away into a line of selves analyzing themselves.  I am a reflection of others as much as they reflect me. I want to try my best to help pull up those that can be pulled up, and it’s easier to walk up glass than it is sand.  and it’s all the better if there are others, in case someone slips.

Greetings everyone, I offer you a little link chronology of my doings of the past few months.  Now, this may seem like boasting, and that’s totally because it is, but it  is also the only way I can think to be able to offer my gratitude to the people here who’ve let me take part in their lives for a little bit. Also, the people who are a part of this that I’ve never met.  And as I get ready to move on, which is still up in the air as to when exactly I am finally going to Oregon, I look back at the majority of what I’ve done, which really isn’t a lot, I am happy with what I’ve been able to accomplish.

 http://earthfix.opb.org/land/article/tree-sitters-dont-buy-logging-designed-to-mimic-na/

http://www.nrtoday.com/news/9781437-113/blm-timber-jossie-sale

 

http://earthfix.opb.org/land/article/lawsuit-challenges-eco-friendly-timber-sale/

http://www.opb.org/news/article/conservation-groups-file-suit-to-halt-high-profile-timber-harvest-in-south-county/

Cascadia Forest Defenders Called “Terrorists” by Oregon Lawmaker

 

Of course, my story is just less than a third, ( and I’m still probably giving myself too much credit ) of the articles. My favorite is the next to last one, where it’s just lifted from the local Douglas County newspaper. There was a nice reporter, and a camera dude who unfortunately couldn’t climb up to the sit, but definitely was getting it. The article that she wrote seemed to put me in a good light, but I imagine that heavy editing boxed in all the shadows with it. 

 

I would like to have words with a man who is named “Freeman” because the irony in it does not escape me.  What I would like to do is sit him down, perhaps make some tea, or hot chocolate, whichever he preferred.  I would give him a teddy bear, and say, “Tim,  Timmy. . . Representative Freeman, if you insist. I understand that you are trying to make me an object of your demagoguery, but really, what the hell is an ‘Economic Terrorist’? It’s a bit of a nonsense term. I ain’t trying to terrorize your economy, use your economy to terrorize you, nor is my checking account terrifying in any way. I’ve never been terrified by money, and recently I’ve become far less terrified by the absence of it. Come, let us step out onto your environmental terrace to enjoy a beautiful sunset gleaming out those oranges and pinks through the lush forests that surround your office. What I am terrified of is the absence of food to eat and water to drink.  What I’m concerned with is that the people I’ve met may not be resilient enough to change with the changing weather. Well, I know quite a few of the people I’ve met will be alright.  But those that I only met briefly I worry about.

“It is my understanding that the rain and snow that recently shut down Eugene and Portland was not nearly enough to end Oregon’s drought. Snow Packs in the Rogue-Umpqua are at 22 percent normal. I see value in life, and the future of life.  But that’s really neither here nor there, BLM lands are national lands.  Which means that I am fully within my rights to protest something that’s happening on land that basically belongs to everyone.  I strongly urge you to follow the water.  Gas, Coal, Oil, Timber are all really lucrative if that’s what you care about, but it is all ultimately about the water.”

And then, I’d ask him what his fears were, and listen calmly, maybe comfort him a bit, stroke his hair maybe.  I mean, if he consented of course.  He just looks like a benevolent folksy guy doesn’t he? Maybe I’ll be able to meet him one day. Probably won’t, but anything is possible.

More updates whenever updates happen.

 

Hey everybody, here’s a poem that I wrote while at the tree sit. Everything’s still going well, despite several issues, which I’ll explain later far removed in time as a funny recollection, hahaha! Anywho, here’s the first poem of book #8.  I got it as a Holiday season gift giving time buy things buy things buy things gift.  It was an extra journal that someone had just lying around.

Conjunction

And what sucks most is not knowing the right words to say.

and the right words not to say;

If there are right words.

To say, or omit.

To feel, too unfit.

To fill the void

Mastered by silence.

 

But what if this was a world,

where the thought of speaking out,

was mired by shreds of the other people,

raised to a cacophony,

by outraged screaming,

by fear-filled shouts.

 

Or a world of one word,

Unified by a single thought,

People could be absurd

In everyway and be excused

For all actions and consequences

As long as the word is on their breath and heard.

 

What of the passing moments?

The cruel metronome beats.

The pounding heartbeats intense.

The thrilling beating of feet.

And beating of a foe once unbeatable

Or beaten by the untreatable.

 

Heavy on the shoulders are the burdens of the gifts of gods.

Understanding is a craving that the void silence has filled with dependance

On this world of words,

Of this blessing and curse of responsibility and independence.

Hey everyone, still in Eugene and boy it sure is soggy here. The SLEEPS campaign seems to be going well, and I also hung out with Occupy Medical yesterday, they do a clinic in Downtown every Sunday.  They have MDs, Herbalists, and various Nurses on staff .  There is even a place for people to get a haircut.  They’ve been doing this for two years and last February they just got a bus.

Anywho, here’s a poem:

 

The Little Web Jumper’s Reprise

 

The little web jumper was not taken aback,

He was not sad, or mad.

He just turned away, facing the world so spacious.

Then he turned back with a smile sagacious.

He said with a voice that was warm,

“I always intended to be gracious.

I like your little web, the builders are tenacious.

They struggle and strive to face

Problems that I’ve seen faced before.

So, take just a thread

Not for my sake but for the others in my web.

Which, because it is made of other little webs,

I can guarantee, that it will be bigger than yours.

But I know that webs don’t always connect like they should

Or as you’d expect.

So I hope I’ve offered at the very least

A bit of entertainment

For your nightly feasts.

It’s willingly given and willingly taken

I am all you describe,

Web Jumper, Builder and Parasite.

I want to see all of the little webs of the world.

Because my little web is starting to burn,

Or perhaps it has been burning for generations that have not known.

So, please, It is just a single thread so tenuous,

But whether I thread a parachute or a net,

I want to save Web Jumpers and Builders and of course even the Parasites.

Because the connections we make are more valuable than all of the little webs in this world.”

And then the web jumper turned, for he listened to me and mine and I had listened to his.

A single thread left in his wake.

 

Got two items today, a stream and a poem that I just wrote while here in sunny Missoula. And a stream of conciousness after thinking about the notes I wrote for the day of travel. 

The local time is 17:04

The gateway to the west

The color is just touching the clouds as I wake up. I’m not too far behind one of the mcmansions and my legs are very itchy. The cloud of mosquitoes lifts into the air as a gentle rainfall quickly ends. It’s as if the world has a natural alarm clock for me. The sky turns vibrant pinks and golds as I walk out behind the line of little boxes on this hillside and the yapping of a tiny dog startles the suburban housewife cooking dinner.nI give a friendly wave, but I never see her reaction because I’m already at the road.

After a short stop in one of the gas stations I wait besides the road, then I think about the timing of cars and expressions and go to the other entrance which is on a curve and people will be able to have more than 30 seconds to size me up as they speed by. It takes about an hour and the threat of rain for a truck to pull over.

Carlo is a hispanic gentleman who has had an interesting past. He lived with his parants who had a lucrative bait and tackle shop, until most of his family was arrested for poaching fish. Not the boil in a steamer kind of way but illegal kind of way. He goes to st louis from kentucky just about everyday, so I am really fortunate thathe picked me up and I am excited that I finally am going in the right direction.
They found the truck much later stripped bare on the way to Miami. No sign of the Chocolate, whichmis a lot more expensive tha you think.

He has two kids and used to be husband to their mom. They are still friends even she’s suspected in a chocolate caper by the rest of his family. A few years ago he was working for a company in floridathat just got a contract with Hersheys, and he would leave his truck at the McDonald’s that his kid’s mother was a manager at. He left his load of chocolate there because that was h7s home, and there were cameras, but just as a storm knocked out those cameras the load was stolen.