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fitful truth
piece within peace
marvelous dancer incarnate

found like sickle cells
on museum walls
in crimson and orange bubblets

drapes on my mind and shaking hands
a summoning cloth
my chest grows taut in silence

beat per beat
in fire drummer hammers
my eyelids collide with the future

garage doors pulling themselves
open with the Genie electric
call of my shotgun alarm clock

I rise and continue
and continue to rise
because the arrow of time flies forward

Actually, don’t give me a beer. I am allergic. However, isn’t she lovely? The new face of Brainsprain is kind of low key, but I like it. I have spent the day researching artwork and deciding what it is that really makes me go. It has been a very effective use of my time. I find that I pretty much like a little of everything. One thing I have determined, however, is that I just don’t get Jackson Pollock. I feel like I could take a canvas and a bunch of left over house paint and do one of those in my backyard and you would not be able to tell the difference. Does anyone feel like doing this experiment with me? If you have some leftover house paint, bring it over. I am going to make a Pollock and sell it to my friend Sean for the cost of the canvas.

Yesterday I was on the phone with a client to determine dates for a course they wanted us to teach. They are notorious for going down random rat-holes that have little, if anything, to do with the subject matter at hand. During the discussion of the roll-out, they suddenly took issue with the name of the product we would train their users on. To simplify and to avoid naming names, let’s pretend I work for McDonald’s. If I had, the conversation would have gone a little something like this: Read the rest of this entry »