Missed Connections

I was recently on craigslist reading the missed connections section in the personals section. Let me be perfectly clear I fucking love this section! I reminds me of a song called "Personal" from the band called Stars. This section is a hi-tech version of faith and hope. I mean random people run into each other and an impression is made on a person then that person who believes whole-heartily in serendipitous moments that they pour there desires and hopes onto craigslist. I want to share some of the entries with you(this is obviously within the greater Seattle area)

to the guys giving out flowers near the ave - w4m - 19 (45th)

i was walking down 45th and you guys pulled over and announced over a loudspeaker that you wanted to give me a flower. made my fucking day, thanks !

Do you see the sheer human spirit here!? Beautiful !

I Was Right, Again - w4m - 44 (Mired in Memories at Town's End )

I wont contact you anymore, however still feel the need to off load. No one around me understands why i still think, miss and love you. i still think of you daily. it has been 5 months and still i crave you. everything i experienced and everything i still don't know about you.
you truly have no idea what i have seen and learned in this lifetime to know what i held for just a little while and why i knew then and still know now that nothing will ever compare.
i still love you deeply.

This one reminds me of a confessional really ...I mean she's telling us her most intimate thoughts ... maybe this is her way of letting go and saying sorry for what was lost and what could have been.

3rd and Columbia bus stop 5 PM... - w4m - 22 (3rd & Columbia)

I usually just skim the missed connections section just for kicks, but you are the first person who has ever made me want to run home and post here. We were standing at the bus stop in the freezing wind and I said something about how weird it was to need gloves after wearing T shirts all weekend. You agreed and then your bus came... I wish I had asked you to warm up with some coffee. You were wearing black converse and had shaggy brown hair. I was the girl with the brown ponytail going all over the place in a big light blue jacket. If you happen to be reading this e-mail me and let me know what bus you got on!

I picture an awkward lonely girl standing next to her version of tall,dark, handsome trying so desperately to find that rosetta stone to happiness and companionship. Dear awkward girl I want to hug you and pat your butt. I dunno why but I think you need it?!

Today at Trader Joe's in Queen anne - w4m

Just wanted to thank you for letting me use the fast/non chatty cashier...I felt bad you got stuck behind that couple. But you do have an incredible smile, and that made my day. :-)

I have a confession of my own that someday I might post to the missed connections of Craigslist

Dear Badger,

Just wanted to let you know that you have affected me in such a spiritual and emotional way that i doubt it will ever be fixed or compared to. What we shared in those wonderful 3 1/2 weeks will never be replicated and never forgotten. You have a permanent home within my heart so big that your 6 foot tall runway model beauty will never need to duck to enter. You will always be my Ione Skye and I will always be your LLoyd Dobler.

Always,

Shamrockdoc

Whiskey & Ginger

I recently came home from a business trip to a rural area of Washington State. I can tell without shame that I'm glad to be home in my urban apartment with the sounds of traffic and trains around me. But I want to share with you an experience I had out in the wilderness of the Olympic National Forest that you may enjoy. First of all let me tell you that I love the outdoors. I love hiking and camping and kayaking and bike riding and well shit you get the idea. So with that being said I was out hiking a trail in the BuckHorn area of the forest and I found this secondary trail that took you out to an overlook if you will. This over look encompassed an panoramic view of this gorgeous valley. I mean gorgeous... lush green pine trees and wilderness. I climbed out onto a large rock and sat down to listen to......well nothing....nothing at all. As I sat there in the quiet the sound of the wild began to flood my ears. I could hear a hawk calling out letting others know he was cruising his skies. I could hear the thunderous Dungeness River flowing through the valley. And the wind through the trees as well rustling the branches. It grew cold .....so cold in fact it began to snow while i was sitting on this rock with my feet dangling over the edge. I could help but smile as i put my wool cap on and then my mittens(yes mittens but there manly) at how peaceful snow seems to make any situation, place, or view. I sat there marveling at Gods work and the snowflakes that were collecting on my shoulders and legs. I felt really at one with the wild. Deciding it was time to go i gathered my backpack and readied myself to leave when I noticed the locals contribution to this beautiful spot. Shotgun shells as far as the eye could see was well as its apparent victims which were the shattered remains of what could only be the local Wal-Marts finest of dinnerware. Bacardi Silver bottles littered this shrine of beauty as well. Plastic Mountain Dew bottles were also present I mean what country bumpkin travels without this nectar of the Hank WIlliams Jr GODS! I was just gonna leave but I couldn't....I just couldn't go. I collected these pieces of trash all together. Put them in a neat little pile off to the side of the main trail. I worked like I was on autopilot. I wasn't mad or sad ...I had no emotions really I just couldn't leave this natural beauty with all this trash lying around.

I leave you with this: Pendleton & Ginger

take one part Pendleton Canadian whiskey, one part ginger ale and a hand full of ice. Stir and please enjoy.

PIckled Livers and the old in Denver

Hello friends long time no talk huh!? I finally got a moment in this hectic life of mine to relay a quick observation in the pursuit of the American Dream!

I recently attended a work conference in Tampa which was about 2 days longer than it needed to be. It was a informative and sometimes blurry experience...there was alot of booze involved. I whole-heartly believe that I may have pickled my liver just a little on this medical knowledged beer soaked whirlwind tour of the Tampa Bay.

So as I sit here for my flight in Tampa International I noticed something queer about my fellow travelers....There all old. I mean old like CPAP breathing machines, wheel chairs, wrinkles, that subtle look of confusion and slight air of panic that all the old have. My coworkers and I may be the youngest people on this flight. Why Denver? What's the drawing power? Do they believe the cold will somehow preserve them even more? Are they searching Dean Moriarty's ghost there? These questions I ponder as i listen to the wheezing and slight moans of the old around as if these ancients somehow are conducting some sort of symphony of suffering. What's going to happen when the flight attendant requests that any persons needing some extra time boarding please come forward? Dear lord it will take forever! Well I must go now my friends I have to prepare my life story for my fellow aisle mate which no doubt will be old.

Happy Holidays~!

Music I'm Listening to

Akron/Family- Set 'Em Wild, Set 'Em Free. There new album is a funky throwback kinda sound with some serious 70's undertones which let's face it we all need and love! The songs " Everyone is Guilty" and "MBF" deliver some serious face-melting guitar riffs which rattle the chest a bit and push these songs to the badass category. While "River" and "Set 'Em Free pt 1" are slowed down and imbued with more of a folksy and feel good vibe. The music transitions well and I think the band makes it work rather well. My favorite song so far has to be "River". Perfect song that could interrogated in many different ways by the individual listener. Overall good album and worth a good listen. I recommend.

Eels- Fresh Blood. Seventh album by these fellas.......First of all the Eels have had some killer albums in the past with some way out cool songs. "Novocaine for the Soul" and "My Beloved Monster"(These can be found on the album Beautiful Freak) are still to this day just plain RAD and have a steady rotation in the ole playlists. In Hombre Lobo the definitive song has got to be "Fresh Blood" WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......you'll get it when you listen to the song! Another song which I think is actually a love/longing song is "That Look you Gave that Guy". Spooky and talks to you. "In my Dreams" deserves a spot on everyones iPod and should be listened to while walking through the city people watching...or hell driving to work! Overall worth checking out on iTunes and downloading what you want.

Dan Auerbach- Keep it Hid. Dan is the Black Keys...and the Black Keys are Dan....Nuff said.

But in his solo album Dan came correct and mixes a folksy funkadelic ear candy full of soul that makes it hard not to snap the fingers to! "Heartbroken, in Disrepair" is a musical version of a tell-all book about a lost love or something to that effect. "When the Night Comes" is just hauntingly gorgeous....there's nothing more to say listen to it. Dan keeps his raw emotions and experiences in the album which gives this album a life and soul. Overall classy and heartfelt album that will need to be played with a good red wine and some beautiful company.

Jason Lytle - Yours Truly, the Commuter. Good Music!! this album fills a niche in my secret liberal life. All I want to do with this music is jump on the bike throw the earbuds in hit the Hawthorne bridge for some breakfast on the bridge action! Then pedal all through the city enjoying life and dodging cars. "Yours Truly, the Commuter" is not only the namesake of the album by a gorgeous lazy song which is so easy to jam along with and love. Jason's voice and unorthodox singing and storytelling is just plain cool and inviting. He has a way of making the listener feel comfortable and chill. Overall i feel this album will be epic in the brisk, crisp windy Fall season. Get it now while supplies last!!

Enjoy it all...and love music!

Obese

Dear friends,

I am currently back in NC and i have one thing to say......there are alot of unhealthy people here.

Fake Empire

Having been a modern day Spartan for quite sometime for our Empire that we call America I weep. I weep because we live in a fake empire that before our accepting and willing eyes has destroyed everything we've touched and made the world hate and despise the U.S. across the world. Who do we blame?? .... How can we fix this??.... Look at our current situation in the world. Our generation has its Vietnam and its Korean War ..or forgotten war as it's called. Years have been wasted along with young American lives needlessly ended for what? The Empire's coffers need to be filled. War is profitable.. Dead Americans are profitable...corporations live solely on the money made by young men and women's blood and gore. They live in there palaces and direct our government on what they need to do for profit. Meanwhile the Glenn Becks and the Limbaugh's of the world spew fear and hate and false rhetoric down the throats of mainstream "lets not think about ugly things" America...Why do they do this? To keep you stupid and blind to the fact that Rome will burn people.

There are more of me out there ready to take the blade to our "SPQR" tattoo and cut away its meaning and fight for our country. Fight for the control of our country once more. Caesar was killed by his own people. The Empire will fall and its people will be the ones who bring it down. I love America...I love it so much we are such a great and wonderful country. But who gave our government the right to dictate and police the rest of the world?! America needs to lead by example not by there military might. I feel so angry at our representatives for not representing "US". I've fought for you ..I've killed for you .... My friends have died for you....are we not in need of mercy and your respect?!....we are apart of a brotherhood of rough men ready to do rough things in need of our country....all this while you sleep peacefully in your beds.....but slowly dear friends ..slowly we are becoming sick of it all and will become your enemies. Rome is burning my friends and I hope your on the right side when the first torch is thrown.

Marinara Sauce

I found a packet of marinara sauce under my couch today. How long have you been there my little condiment friend...?

We as humans need to feel apart of something.... a community... or someones life. We need to feel "love" and a sense of purpose. We all seek a astral and spiritual connection to a sweet and beautiful love that we cannot live without. We are all in our own way a hopeless romantic. We all search and search for what is real and profound and tangible. And we all ...all of us want to be found, cared for, used, depended on, .........Loved.

All of us want to be found just like that marinara sauce and used to spice up and make delicious someones "midnight cheese sticks". How scared and hopeless our condiment friend must have been to be ruthlessly shoved aside and begrudgingly pushed under the dark and friendless world under the couch. I wonder my new friend if you felt worthless and unwanted? Did you despair? Chew the tender flesh on the inside of your cheek with irrational worry about your future? Did you depressingly read your expiration date and feel as if your too old now for anyone to open you up and enjoy all that you could provide? Did you finally hold out hope that maybe just maybe this day would come and you would be found and finally...finally be seen and welcomed and loved?

Today I found a packet of marinara sauce under my couch.......