No news, is good news

Wish I had some big insighful theory tonight, but atlass, I don't.
I am starting to clean house again, is this my entire GOAL in life?
I'm TRYING to get my scrapbook/studio in working order, so I can well do some art.
Its heaven to be at home and not have any plans or trips, or anything to do, and better yet no visitors.

What's a guy to do

I got Gas

Ran to the gas station, and just got back. The clerk stated that gas prices are going up again. Currently $2.55.

I guess I don't understand the whole deal about gas, and why people will sit and bitch about it. I remember prior to us bombing Iraq, people were wating HOURS in line for gas. Where has that gotten them now? The cheap gas they bought, has already been used, and did they gain anything by clogging a gas station at 9:30 p.m.

We have SPENT Billions of dollars, which we don't have, to fight a one sided war over a fossil fuel that will eventually be gone. Its just a matter of time really...

We, as a nation, have just launched a rocket to a space station, to repair it, when we only visit the space station on a very seldom basis, and those only with enough cash, are able to visit it. ITs not a tourist destination, unless your bankacount isn't insured by the FDIC.

Why havn't we taken the time, instead of fighting a one-sided forign war, instead of bitching about gas, and find ALTERNITIVE ways of travel. With all the intellegent engineers, scientists, and knowledgable people in our world, certianly someone has a clue....

Why havn't we taped into PUBLIC transportation, Electronic modes of transporation (Segways anyone), or used the idea of, I don't know, CARPOOLING, to help the situation.

Everyones out for themselves, and I got gas.

Haunted by your ghost

Had a wonderful dinner at an Indian restraunt with Frank and Carl tonight. Carl is one of those people who belong to a small niche of friends I have been asked to be apart of. No secrete hanshake, a bunch of misfits thrown together, who seem to work out o.k. Most are in recovery of somesort, drugs, ETOH (alchohol), life...

Carl had mentioned a ghost, from my past. Micheal Reski. Built like a shit brick house, beutiful person, wonderful soul. A recovered ETOH/Drug abuser turned priest, who happened to be HIV+. Had a good time with him, went to a few of his "church" services which were quite interesting, if not thought provoking...

That was a differnt time. Alot of my relationships occured when my life was caotic, to the point of eitehr starting a job, or moving, or in school, that it has been only recently that i have somewhat "settled", or taken root in one are for more than 4 years...

People change. Life is a bag of pennies quarters and dimes that never seem to add up. Carl informed me that Micheal has reverted back to his "old ways", and is back into treatment... maybe I'll hear from him again... maybe our paths will cross, or maybe run pararell...

in this day and age its hard to tell...

"there's a letter on the dashboard, I dug out of the drawer, last truth we ever came to, in our adolencent war...."