 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
A Different Christmas Story
OLD CITY BAR
In an old city bar that is never too far from the places that gather the dreams that have been. In the safety of night with its old neon light, it beckons to strangers and they always come in. And the snow it was falling. The neon was calling. The music was low and the night, Christmas Eve. And here was the danger that even with strangers inside of this night it's easier to believe.
Then the door opened wide and a child came inside that no one in the bar had seen there before. And he asked did we know that outside in the snow that someone was lost standing outside our door. Then the bartender gazed through the smoke and the haze, through the window and ice, to that corner streetlight. Where standing alone by a broken pay phone was a girl that the child said could no longer get home. And the snow it was falling. The neon was calling.
The bartender turned and said "Not that I care, but how would you know this?"
The child said "I've noticed if one could be home, they'd be already there."
Then the bartender came out from behind the bar and in all of his life he was never that far. And he did something else that he thought no one saw when he took all the cash from the register drawer.
Then he followed the child to the girl across the street and we watched from the bar as they started to speak. Then he called for a cab and he said "J.F.K." He put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away. And we saw in his hand that the cash was all gone.
From the light that she had wished upon, if you want to arrange it, this world you can change it. If we could somehow make this Christmas thing last by helping a neighbour or even a stranger. And to know who needs help you need only just ask.
Then he looked for the child, but the child wasn't there. Just the wind and the snow waltzing dreams through the air. So he walked back inside. Somehow different I think. For the rest of the night, no one paid for a drink.
And the cynics will say that some neighborhood kid wandered in on some bums in the world where they hid. But they weren't there so they couldn't see by an old neon star on that night, Christmas Eve. When the snow it was falling. The neon was calling. And in case you should wonder, in case you should care why we, on our own, never went home On that night of all nights. We were already there.
Then all at once inside that night, he saw it all so clear. The answer that he sought so long had always been so near. It's every gift that someone gives expecting nothing back. It's every kindness that we do. Each simple, little act.
Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Please Yell If You Are Paying Attention
Pictures are still coming. I've been to tired to really do any blog stuff since the campus started back up. I've been making some interesting items, but didn't take pictures. I had a good chance of being able to when we opened back up. For once, we had a full staff. Unfortunately, I didn't take advantage of that time and all is not what it was since then. Really, how hard is it to snap a few pics here and there? Here's some pictures of some pastries I came across from a local food show I went to.   That's a small reason why I'll be heading to Chicago to go to pastry school at the end of this year.
Permalink
Sunday, July 27, 2008
 That's right! Grainy photos of baked goods will be here sometime in the future!
Permalink
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Short post just to say I posted:
Why is it that I always score low on the violent side of Zombie Survival tests compared to others who took the test. And how the hell can I score higher than 2% of other test takers in lethality when my own score is 0%? On the plus side, I tend to survive longer and do a great job of leading those who kill better than I.
Anyone looking for a leader for a zombie survival team? I'm available. I even have certificates!!! I even own and have read for comprehension the book listed below.
Permalink
|
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
 |
|
|
