Down On Ferry Farm

Hello? Testing 1, 2, 3. Can anybody hear me? Is there anybody out there? (just nod if you can hear me) I know, I know. It's been a while. It's been a long while. Trust me -- I know. I don't have anything new to say, just the same old stuff. There is sickness, there is life, there is love ... and sometimes eating and sleeping. At work, we removed the equipment that was tracking our Internet usage so I feel a little more free to write something here. I've been busy since the end of last year and now the work is starting to taper off. Due to some scheduling, I'm going to be busy doing other people's work until they return. I'm not looking forward to that. But enough about work. There is a young lady that Superman introduced me to that I've been hanging out with recently. I guess it was last Friday I was over there because she made me dinner and then we watched a movie ("Going The Distance"). The spaghetti was good and the movie was awful. I brough

I knew her before. I met her. We dated. We kissed. I knew her before… she was mine – once. Superman and I had lunch last week and he asked me about an old flame. To be honest, I hadn’t thought about Renee in a while. Maybe in passing once in a blue moon. Nothing serious, then… nothing. When he mentioned her I told him she was probably the one – the one that somehow got away. She was perfect for me and I felt perfect for her. She had a daughter who liked me as well. I remember the good times we shared… shopping, dining, going to the movies or staying in for the night. I remember when she called to break things off, I was numb after that. I lost my job a few days later. I don’t want to remember the bad; I don’t want to think about what I lost, I just want to remember the good. After thinking about it for a minute, I wondered if she was on Facebook. I tried to find her using her first and last name – nothing. I tried looking for her by her first name – this time, too many

It was a Sunday afternoon; I was cleaning my apartment and had the TV on. There was some show on VH1 which was just background noise to me until the quiet strains of a piano started to play. I watched this young woman go through the paces of her song. She was ‘cupie doll’ cute with a high but strong voice. I appreciated that she played piano versus all the guitar rock that was available at the time. That’s how I was introduced to Tori Amos. The song was “Silent All These Years” from the album “Little Earthquakes”. I read in an interview later that ‘Little Earthquakes’ was the phrase she used to describe her orgasms. It should also be noted that within a year I saw Tori Amos live in concert. It was an interesting affair because she talked about her songs throughout, explained them, and tried to make the audience understand her point of view. They didn’t always understand but they listened politely and appreciated what she was trying to do. When I listened to the album all the way thro

I watch you grow away from me in photographs And memories like spies And salt betrays my eyes again I started losing sleep and gaining weight And wishing I was was ten again So I could be your friend again These days we go to waste like wine That's turned to turpentine It's six AM and I'm all messed up I didn't mean to waste your time So I'll fall back in line But I'm warning you we're growing up I heard you found some pretty words to say You found your little game to play and there's no one allowed in Then just when we believe we could be great Reality it permeates And conquers from within again These days we go to waste like wine That's turned to turpentine It's six AM and I'm all messed up I didn't mean to waste your time So I'll fall back in line But I'm warning you we're growing up We're OK I know we're OK These days we go to waste like wine That's turned to turpentine It's six AM and I'm all messed up

I recently ‘outed’ myself as being a closet musician. I have actually been a musician for a number of years but never really felt comfortable telling people because I’m not a performer. I actually just build original songs by playing them the best I can on a keyboard. I didn’t get the reaction I was looking for. Most people were just surprised to hear that I could play. Other’s had neutral responses like “wow, that’s cool”. No one in my family responded. The people I had hoped would respond – the people I felt knew a little something about music – didn’t respond. I’m not sure at this point who has listened to my stuff. The service I’m using tells me how many people listened to what song, but not unique listens. What I mean is that a song could have 10 listens… but is that all by 1 person, or did 10 people listen to it once? Did 5 people listen to it twice? I’ll never know. I also found it odd the songs that people listened to. The song I WANTED people to hear was not the one that peopl

Last week I was sitting in my office wondering what to eat for lunch since I didn’t bring anything to eat. I happened to be in our break room and saw a collection of restaurant menus and began thumbing through them for suggestions. I came across a place that I had heard of but had never been to, so I decided to go there – mostly because of how close it was to the office. I walked in and looked around. The place was empty. There was a table of 4 ladies in the corner who looked like your basic bridge-playing women. Sitting in the booth next to them was another couple that looked like they were wrapping things up in order to leave. Finally a server appeared and seated me at a table across the aisle from the foursome. By then, the other couple had left. As I looked around, I noticed a lot of the place was made of or covered in wood. It’s the kind of a place you might find overlooking a body of water, but all that was outside this place was a parking lot. The server was tall, thin, dark hai