Will you be my muse? Please?

Conversations constantly run through my head; it’s a continuous commentary consisting mostly of song lyrics I didn’t write. And some ideas of songs I’d like to write. There’s one about how I have a crush on the carnie at Cedar Point and our secret roller coaster love affair. I’d like to write a song about how there’s a song about pretty much everything. But I’m stuck, out of love, out of luck. Stuck in between being uptight and carelessly dealing with loneliness.

I do this thing where I listen to the same songs over and over. I don’t brag about having 40 gigs of music. Oh no. My computer proudly holds a humble 6 gigs. Nonetheless I know those 6 gis like the back of my hand.

Imagine the effect of listening to the same songs over and over. Subliminal.

Case in point.

A life changing combination (Spring of 2003):

1) Jimmy Eat World – Self Titled album formally known as Bleed American
2) The Used (also self titled)
3) Smashing Pumpkins – Melancholy and the Infinite Sadness (the blue disc only)

In the words of John Cusack, “What came first? The music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns and watching violent videos. We're scared that some sort of culture of violence is taking them over...But nobody worries about kids listening to thousands -- literally thousands -- of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable, or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?”

there is a season...turn...turn...turn (part II)

Daily haiku

My foot in my mouth
Badly chosen sarcasm
Humor isn’t fair

There is a season...turn...turn...turn

Ahhh. yes. The change of seasons is upon us. And everyone has began to bitch and complain about having runny noses and sore throats. But have no fear! Here are some simple tips to help you over come your symptoms.



For a runny nose with clear mucous and a headahce or bodyaches, make some tea out of ginger and cinnamon and drink it all day.


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For a sore throat and headache, make some tea out of mint!





For a cough or just an overall boost for your lungs, eat a pear or drink some pear juice, or better yet, make some stewed pears with honey.

If none of this helps, try some cold snap. This stuff works wonders. You can usually get it at any local hippie mart. (ie- wild oats, whole foods, etc.)

if anyone cares...

joel brown is still alive.

I'm not a genius, and niether are you!

Genius is a complement other people give to you. To call yourself a genius simply means you are not smart enough to recognize what it means to be a genius and, therefore, you are not one yourself. The same goes with being humble.

I am reading a book called a heartbreaking work of a staggering genius. Amazing…the book really is amazing. Unfortunately I’m about three fourths of the way through and loosing interest. It started with a fantastic story of struggle and misfortune. Slowly it has digressed into a story about MTV’s real world. Don’t ruin the end for me if you’ve read the book. I hope its fantastic. I hope something really romantic comes of this story of courage. I keep reading because I have faith that something must happen, something that makes it worth reading. Because when people are faced with non-self-imposed misfortunes, they have two choices. One is to become the victim. Everything in their lives soon turns to tragedy and even though they’ve been through some sort of great struggle, they remain weak and feed on the sympothy of others. Then there are those who experience undesirable circumstances and come out on top. They don’t beg for handouts or tears. They shine through and become stronger people for the mountain they’ve had to climb, and they don’t even want recognition for this accomplishment. Those are the geniuses.

One down fifty three (or so) to go!

Memorial day...er...Labor day I decided to climb Mount Democrat, my first 14er.

Back in the 80's, my dad climbed all 54 of them. He finished the last one in '87.


I want to follow in his footsteps...


thanks doug and megan!!!

the definition of love

Mrs. and Mr. Remming-McGrane

Enough of that sappy crap!

On to more important things…

My mom called about two weeks ago and said she’d be in town today. So I spent my lunch break with the Herrera’s. My mom didn’t bring her hat, but she was wearing a pair of those oversized sunglasses. Not the stylish type that Kate Hudson wears, but the type that old people in nursing home’s wear to fit over their regular glasses. Geno was wearing is usual getup: a fisherman hat, a tank top, cotton shorts that were too small, and flip flops. I told them I had lunch at 12:30PM. They showed up at 11:30AM.

“Why are you in Denver?”
“To see you.”
“You drove all the way to Denver [a four hour drive] just to see me for 45 minutes?”
“Well, no. We had to go up to Springs to pick up a thing for the new washer and dryer.”
“What kind of thing?”
“Well, the washer and dryer are the stackable type, and we had to get a thing that goes between them.”
“They don’t sell those things in Alamosa?”
“No. We had to special order it. It was suppose to be here on June, 30th, but it didn’t get in until last week. The lady said we had to come pick it up right away. And I told her it suppose to be here the end of June. And she said they usually don’t hold things for people. And I told her that we had to make a special trip up to the Springs to get it, so they had better hold it!”
“I see.”

They brought me my brother’s old Simms snowboard from 1990. My mom thinks I’m going to ride it. I think I’m going to hang it on my wall. While I was saying goodbye to my mom, Geno was trying to fold the thing you put in the windshield to keep the car from getting too hot. It took about 15 minutes, which meant I was 15 minutes late getting back from lunch. As they were driving away, Geno took off his tank top.

Lunch with the Herrera’s