A change in style ought to explain the hiatus. But it is New Years Eve. - It was some kind of Christmas. 2012 a hell of a year. I can see the beast majestic in the old desert storm and I look upon my own hands, remembering how I stood on the hilltop awaiting the …
Chapter 1
March 10 Sitting in the LAX terminal on my way to Portland with a desire to record things down even though I wonder if now is the time, and then I say 'now is always the time'. Someone looks at me strangely, prolly wondering who this kid is, this kid talking to himself. 'Ya gotta …
street walls
Looking through old photographs and faded portraits of heroes. I thought it was some insult grabbing pictures and putting them on display, but its a tribute and these men have become part of who I am, and as far as those who are not shown I am sure there is a reason. Maybe its that …
A little run-through
Memorial Day
What is there to write? I haven’t written in a long while, that is true. But I can promise that it has nothing to do with any personal decline. I have learned that it can only be what you make it, this journey that is life. I don’t doubt life is certainly just …
Dedication
To the Pacific Coast, the Highway on the central coast of California. Valentine's Day It feels more organic now on dualcore, which is the name I will designate to my Apple laptop. It feels more natural now to be typing on it since I have been writing in my journal the past few days, in …
Morning thoughts in middle to late January
Last night after acting class I came home and began watching 'Me and Orson Welles', which reminded me further of the potential sense of fulfillment that comes from performing, whether that be on the stage, before a camera or on the radio. Orson Welles was a man who must have harbored a profound degree of …
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Bright Lights and Blues Singer Over a Distant Shadow
Gary Clark Jr might be what I've been looking for. A bluesman that makes me certain of some bright future lying ahead for us all as I listen to the Bright Lights EP. And 'Don't Owe You a Thang' plays right now as I write this morning and. It sounds something close to Elvis' first …
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Happy New Year. War will be over.
Everything would be silent but I hear the noise now. The grumbling that predominated the past year has broken through the first layer of Earth as I hear the trumpets begin to play. They mark the ascension of some joyous finale, or maybe it is some epic war. And so lie the images, scattered in …
Resting winds on a morning in December
Reading some kind of wisdom from “The Four Agreements", written by a character out west who calls himself 'Don'. The emphasis on personal power, that great potential of the human spirit through a shifting of the mind repeatedly reminds me of Tim Tebow, who through an increasing number of wondrous comeback victories has led the Denver …
morning with Wilde, hungry and coffee
Oscar Wilde writes this morning in the preface that art is a rather useless thing, but let me put in context. He says that we can forgive a man for making something useful as long as he does not admire it, just like we can forgive a man for making a useless thing if he …
Introducing Harold Christmas
He's a simple man that gets drunk at night and falls on the floor gazing at his magnificent armchair. It was his father's before it was his, and his father's father before that. It has endured into this third generation now and Harold often finds himself admiring it more affectionately than he admires almost anything. …
Rawling’s Adjusted Course
Beverly Blvd., West Los Angeles Woke up at dawn this morning hoping to get a little extra work done but I don't know if I even wrote a page worth. I imagined myself kicking back in some cool breeze sort of dawn romance and typing away at the new story I'm working on, but no …
morning in Venice
Venice Beach, CA Audition today for some print work in Venice Beach, which will be a first for me. These mornings in early November are among the greatest that can be experienced in human existence. They are best out in the west coast, where they last longer, for back in Florida you're lucky if they …
jolly ranchers in cold, fallen night
wooooaaaa baby! Hahahahaha Thonight was a real gas and I hope to skip along the rain soaked alleys and green lit avenues in the western night beneath wondferul blue lit stars once more. Come with me baby and see the oppourtbniteeis that await us all. Kive your purple fog!!!! C'mon let me see it shine …
Ne Line
There has always been a strange wave of inspiration that hides in cool autumn mornings, and it comes two-fold in the hills of California. The commitment to folk music--writing it and playing it and maybe listening to it--is difficult to maintain throughout the year. Especially throughout the spring and summer. Yet now all the youth …
From East to West. ‘Occupied’.
No key representative or figurehead is leading Occupy Wall Street, and any public figure who has participated in it has been dwarfed by the sea of citizens who, frankly, aren’t looking for a leader. Therein lies the key to what has escalated throughout the country in the past month. It has been patronized by government …
morning breezes, beneath a rising sun and barking dogs
Morning route along Hollywood Blvd. It's maybe a 15 minute walk to the Chinese Theatre, taking place along this comfy scene that many wouldn't associate with the famous street. So it's all something like night and day on either side of La Brea. On this side you're more likely to run into a dog on …
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From East to West. ‘Occupied’. (I)
I once held a theory that what motivated people to vote was merely a perverse sense of competition perpetuated by the two-party system, and that most of us had little to no idea what the candidates represented or what they planned to do, and that we were instead attracted mostly to the idea of the …
September 11, 2011
When I think of the passengers of United Flight 93, I think of how, beneath the accumulating rubble of the past ten years, the most subtle and profound of gifts to this country lies waiting to be discovered, and cherished in a way that very few ideals, if any, ever have in our modern history. …
Ren Michael 