I have to share...

http://www.hulu.com/watch/91100/les-paul---chasing-sound

Art.

Panic... or resignation. STILL...

This morning's headline (as if I wasn't aware of this, but it still adds to the stress):

L.A. Now -- SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA -- THIS JUST IN --

L.A. ranks near bottom among big cities for finding a job, website says

August 20, 2009 | 9:42 am

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/08/job-survey.html

I even posted on CL "Will work for food"... (that didn't help either). Got some inquiries, but no serious offers. And a TON of bullshit spam. (But I knew that would happen).

IT's scary...

the unspeakable in search of the inedible

What do you do when the days are done? What do you do when you want to have fun?
How do you tell if your soul-mate exists? How would you know, what if you kissed?

Romance is not dead, not golden either. Sharing life and the riches that time only brings.
What do you do when the days are done? How would you know if you found her?

I seek gently, for fear of rejection. Most are not worthy, not needing inspection.
It's not that I'm better, than you or than you...

I know who I am; I ask... do you?

Life is worth living, or not much at all.
I don't ask for the world, wrapped in a ball.

I just want what others, seem to have and to hold.
Someone who's with me, and not bought or sold.

Holding of hands, in warm summer's night.
what do you do, at the end of the night?

I miss that long lost, seeking but not found.
It's not that complicated, really not that profound.

To have and to hold, from this day forwards.
It's how we were made, instilled in our bones.

Can you but hear me? To echo my plaint.
it's not much I'm askin' dear;

I repeat the refrain

What do you do when the days are done? What do you do when you want to have fun?
How do you tell if your soul-mate exists? How would you know, what if you kissed?

So what's a little whine... among friends...

I've suspected since he moved in; and now I know...

Turns out my roommate has relapsed. Scattered cans of head-cleaner all over his room, and he's damm near dropping them on his way in and out. And he thinks no one knows?

wonderful.

Addiction is a disease, ... repeat after me...