Ice Carvings

3 days to go. Beginning Monday, I have to go back to living the life of an office drone - not just any company mind you - a senior office drone for the top local company in the country. I just realized that as of today, my resume is 5 pages long. All those companies, and all those experiences, now etched in laser printer carbon and saved as 1s and 0s on disk. As much as i often left with a heavy heart or an empty wallet, most of the companies i worked for seemed lost without me. Seriously, let's see the scorecard: 1st job: Publishing Firm - Monthly Magazine - part-time contributor (during college) - hired as staff writer upon graduation - promoted to Associate Editor in 3 months Company status when i left: Bankrupt/Closed 2nd job: Local distributor of Apple Computers (pre-iMac) - started as technical writer for 4th Dimension database programs - transferred to PR department as PR writer - concurrent editor in chief of monthly newsletter - concurrent lead business writer - PR assista

This is why events unnerve me, They find it all, a different story, Notice whom for wheels are turning, Turn again and turn towards this time, All she asks the strength to hold me, Then again the same old story, Word will travel, oh so quickly, Travel first and lean towards this time. Oh, Ill break them down, no mercy shown, Heaven knows, its got to be this time... - "Ceremony," Joy Division Positivism hates me. i was hoping that this day would be a very good day. turned out on all fronts it wouldn't. From the time i left the house to the time i went back, my high hopes were somehow blindsided by reality. And to thihk i was expecting a great week...funny how reality bites when you least expect it. the final humiliating moment came when i attended an event earlier tonight, in really good spirits. it was pre-launch for a good project, and i was hoping that as a consultant, i would finally break free from the chains of being a lackey. i arrived a full 30 minutes before the

i woke up the day after my birthday with the anticipation that my birthday wish came true... nope. Two decades later, my wish of getting super or mutant powers have remained unheeded. I still do not possess the ability to fly, be invisible at will, erupt into flames, or harness water in the air to make ice. Sigh! I would've been great at parties...

Speak to me in a language I can hear Humour me before I have to go Deep in thought I forgive everyone As the cluttered streets greet me once again I know I can't be late, supper's waiting on the table Tomorrow's just an excuse away So I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk Steeple guide me to my heart and home The sun is out and up and down again I know I'll make it, love can last forever Graceful swans of never topple to the earth And you can make it last, forever you You can make it last, forever you And for a moment I lose myself Wrapped up in the pleasures of the world I've journeyed here and there and back again But in the same old haunts I still find my friends Mysteries not ready to reveal Sympathies I'm ready to return I'll make the effort, love can last forever Graceful swans of never topple to the earth Tomorrow's just an excuse And you can make it last, for

Spent the last few weeks reading and rereading a 2004 year end issue of Esquire magazine, which I pilfered from one of the production outfits I've had the pleasure of working with. Talk about gratitude... Esquire surprisingly came not just as an easy read but a very very good one as well. The topics were a bit off center and the writers, well... they were gods in my eyes. How do you explain the story of a 42 year old dad setting up his apartment into an X-Box center and letting his kids practice until they're ready to face some real full-time gamers. And he did bring them to their headquarters - the Order of Light over at Memphis. Whether you're dad the writer, or the sons out to meet some role models, how much cooler can that get? Which brings me to my topic: will I make a great dad if ever? Spare me the pyschobabble bullshit about being a son of my father and that good traits and bad get passed on generations. They even have a name for it, if I recall my 80s Reader's

Them Japanese. They have to do things differently all the time. Everybody used to play with toy soldiers. Then, what did they do? They invented Voltes V and wreaked havoc on the consciousness of millions of Filipino Gen-Xers who suffered decades because some president banned the broadcast of the crucial last episodes. When everybody was happy with talking and texting on their cellphones, they had to make it video capable. Soon, everybody wanted one. I like my fish smothered in oil and golden brown. And what did Tokyo make trendy? Sushi and sashimi and maki. Now, it's not cool if you eat it fried. The Japanese are a bit weird considering they eat raw fishes And don't let me get started on Hello Kitty and Pokemon and Dragonball Z. Which brings me to my point. Even at poetry they had to do things different. Haiku is a poem where each line has a meter Five syllables more... Yes, the haiku. It's not much, but the 5-7-5 lines are designed to evoke strong emotional responses. Hmmm