buddha sits quiet
beneath gangly green canopy
i stare out from behind frances' tears

Well, I did happen to get one response to my query on favorite dishes, and while it was quite helpful it does not look like i will be slaving away in the kitchen. Yesterday evening, while speaking to my date, i asked if there was anything that she did not like (ie. food, beverages) and it was then that she let me know that she is a vegan. So it does not look like i will be firing up the griddle. whew. now i just have to find somewhere that has vegan options on the menu. I don't forsee it being that difficult. Long Beach has a diverse selection of restaurants. I am finally nearing the end of the road with Visions of Cody, and last nite as i was tidying up the place, i ended up reading little gulps of this book i picked up while visiting my sister on the jersey shore. the books is titled HOBO. its by eddie joe cotton. looks really good. almost a modern day on the road, sort of. this job i have right now, well its, it drains you. i have not written a haiku in a couple weeks. i get home, usually after 12 hours and just crash. tonite i was so beat that i missed a party, and everyone going out in the west end. no good. feel asleep after getting halfway through some shrimp lo mein. didn't even put a dent in my beer. such a shame. it also seems like i do not see anyone much anymore. though i guess thats what happens after being a man of leisure for....oh....close to 10 months. though i did manage to make it out last nite to the whales tail to see one of my friends do an acoustic set and watch this drunk woman fight, literally fist fight her friends out front of the bar. it was really entertaining. she then though she could ride her bike home, yeah well that didn't happen, as she rode right into a parked car. fuck reality television. think its about time for me to hit the rack. hopefully soon this big blockage i am having will explode and i will burst forth with furious anger and you will know my name is the lord...forget it.. i just need to get typing.

As noted in my last entry, a few min ago, i met a beautiful Brit girl this past weekend, and well this weekend she is coming back out to long beach for our date. i'm going to cook dinner ( yes i am capable ) however, i wouldnt mind some ideas. Any fav dishes? i figure after that we would head out to the beach and then for some drinks. supposed to be nice this weekend.

So who here wants a mortgage. I was reading the Village Voice the other day and there is an interesting series about being young and in debt in america. it stated that most college grads end up paying off a "mortgage" as a result of their college years. Of course this is between those lovely student loans, and the credit cards we all signed up for to get a t-shirt or a mug. A mortgage. the other day while watching tv a commercial struck me very funny, it was about this guy who, well, was being portrayed as making it in america. one of the criteria he offered as a benchmark of being successful was a mortgage. Yup thats how i would like everyone to know i have made it, being in fucking debt. well if thats the case, by golly i am already there. of course not in the upper strata of debtors. luckily i am still in the small pond. On a brighter note I did meet a beautiful girl from London this past weekend. saturday nite to be exact. At a block party in Long beach. it was funny though, i was supposed to be in VA Beach for DMB. oh well. anyways.

how PROUD the grandparents are
as their progeny stand beneath rockets red glare
the children play oblivious to our world