Friday, March 12, 2010

seven minutes
I wish someone would ask me...
My opinion. I have never offered it up for sale or even just given it away. I feel it's my personal soul that hides deep in the bowels of the treasure of my body. They say opinions are like assholes, that everyone's got one, but having one and sharing one are quite different. I don't want to see your asshole unless I specifically ask to, so why are opinions so freely bandied about? I keep mine to myself, although on days like these it feels right that the world should hear what I'm thinking. Sometimes I stand in the shower practicing the art of sharing my opinion. I'll use the showerhead as my microphone, speaking into it as if a great audience were below me. And in the driving rain of the water, with my eyes closed and my thoughts as naked as my body, I tell the world my opinion.

IF TIME AND SPACE ARE CONTINUOUS
THEN WHY IS THE END NEAR?


eight minutes
This is the place where...
The British, in all of their infinite wisdom attempted to establish a coconut plantation right around the beginning of World War II. Gardner atoll lies as close to the middle of nowhere as you can get, 'out where God lost his shoes,' Captain George said as he peered through his binoculars trying to find a suitable break in teh reef to run the skiff through. George said the only thing living here were boobys, albatross, and coconut crabs as big as trash can lids, despite the rumors that Amelia Earhart's bones were part of the island history. The British abandoned their ill conceived plantation after discovering the lack of fresh water, except that which fell from the sky which would prove to be not nearly enough to survive on living along the equator. Yet, the beauty and richness of an uninhabited island lured us in allowing a stopping point for a boat full of ocean weary researchers.

SOMETIMES I WRITE BECAUSE I CANT SAY SOME THINGS OUT LOUD