Disuse

We've gotten bad. Not a single one of us has posted anything new in a bit, and I'm sadly out of touch with everyone else. Things here are getting on. My roommate (kind of) bought a house, and so since his "Plan A" fell thru, as Plan A's tend to do, Plan B is that we move, and I pay him rent which he puts toward his mortgage. My theory is that 'tis better to help someone you know than just pay rent to some landlord. (Esp. since I have bad luck with them) Life in Tennessee is... typical. It's still Summer, so tourism is still kicking. We have to drive thru crazy traffic to get home, but there's no rush since it's still 80 degrees by the time we get back. I've gone running, or biking, or swimming almost every day for the past 3 weeks, even if I have to wait until 6 o'clock for it to cool off enough. Life has fallen into a routine, and I think I might have to mix things up a little bit, but I'm not sure how. Something will come. Maybe I'll start a community class on building useless but entertaining things out of cardboard.

Infinite

In the dark, how far away is the sky?
Can you reach up and touch it
Or is it infinitely distant?
Silhouetted in the night
A shadow against the stars
If you stand perfectly still you can almost
Fly
The horizon
Where the stars touch the Earth
Caressing her skin
If you listen, you can hear your heartbeat
Feel your breath catch and know
There are only two options
You can fall or you can fly
If you stare, you could be pulled
Your feet would leave the ground
Which?
I
Do not
Fall

Burly burlesque

I went to a burlesque show in Knoxville last night. I spent several minutes lost because the place, "Sassy Anne's" was down a tiny side street in what looked like a residential section. Sassy Anne's turned out to be a tiny, 3 story bar with a balcony-like upper floor that looked down onto the 2nd floor and an impromptu stage. They had World Book Encyclopedias from 1952 scattered about and giant cogs and gears on the wall along with prohibition signs and other similar 1930-60's memorabilia. I was encouraged.

Sadly, the show itself was less than spectacular. The performances were not even on par with your typical Barefoot Monkeys after-party, and they fell far short of a typical Aural Pleasure or Hot Chocolate offering. The performers themselves were all of the type that could most politely be described as "curvy", but would more accurately be said to be "burly".

All in all, it is encouraging to know that such things occur around here, but this particular show fell far short of my hopes.