I had a friend back in high school... Every time we got together to head out to the beach, this song always played on one of the radio stations on the ride over. Thus, it became our beach going theme song. He drove a sidekick, soft top. Since it was generally warm, the top was always off and the wind would wisp around our faces, bringing warmth and light. My 60's debonair platform sandals always dangled out the side window, as my land legs were propped up with ankles crossed. He always chided me by saying I was born in the wrong time and in the wrong place. Today, sun beaming and this song began again... I couldn't but help recollect and laugh.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Oh Jerry!
I had a friend back in high school... Every time we got together to head out to the beach, this song always played on one of the radio stations on the ride over. Thus, it became our beach going theme song. He drove a sidekick, soft top. Since it was generally warm, the top was always off and the wind would wisp around our faces, bringing warmth and light. My 60's debonair platform sandals always dangled out the side window, as my land legs were propped up with ankles crossed. He always chided me by saying I was born in the wrong time and in the wrong place. Today, sun beaming and this song began again... I couldn't but help recollect and laugh.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Any Given Morning.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
How Do I Do It On Land?
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Just In Time.
(Whiskey In The Jar - Johnny Logan & Friends)
On the port of home again, and in just time.
It is the first annual St. Patrick's Day Party, and I the host.
I didn't get my red mermaid hair from nowhere!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Screaming From The Mountain Top.
Now the whole reading world knows, this bliss of congratulations all around. I put on my knee high black leather boots, and exit my new place of living, down another set of stairs. I shall treat myself to the theatre for a production based on water, as you know - my favorite thing. Then afterwards I shall dine with the king and queen again.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
3 Of Us, Proven Proficient.
And the perks that come along with this type of fling, these new technologies and gadgets I get to use and play with. I write now on one of my new, incredibly tiny, gadgets. I am dead tired. And sick too bout. Stress creeps in, as with any situation where there is waiting involved. And these darned city-lifes, so careless and full of unnecessary noise. Don't get me wrong - I enjoy it here, in this city, and have visited several times before. When one travels this much, you begin to go back to familiar areas, and then you begin to pick up a routine of choice. I frequent the places I like only one time, indulge and enjoy, until the next time I happen to be in the area. Never leaving a genuine routine behind for others recognize. But I am glad for this time to be closing soon, glad to be on my way again. Failure or not, this was the last day here before a couple hotel exchanges on the way out (one can never be too careful).
I saw the sun before I saw anything, when I left the other hotel. It was completely new and enlightening, for the last days were represented by rainbows of sun halos. Today was much different, the sun peaking out through its precise hole in the cloudy sky, gave forth a brilliance I have never laid eyes on before in my entire life! This murky cloud shaded hole gave forth solar rays from the point of where the light exited - in all directions, a real burst. Its beauty hung in the sky for the duration of my time. It has come, the time we have been waiting for. The sun raining its glorious energy in an awe I truly cannot describe, watching down on me, my colleagues. Along with the sun, I realized All was watching down on me. In sheer thought of all who had gone before me, I smiled. I knew then I had achieved what I was brought in to do weeks ago. But still, we wait.
First hour:
2 of us arrive, and walk about 15 minutes to the designated location #1. 3 of us, plus backup – 2 more. 5 in total to begin the day out, impressive. 15 minutes in the new building, no hang ups, even better. Flashing screens in agreement, finished. Out. 3 of us in different car, upgraded to a Mercedes, no expenses too little here. Drive out to meet backup again at designated location #2.
Second hour:
Shift personnel, me (I might be last out, but I am first to go). I exit Mercedes and enter into a Mazda. Another member enters, I recognize him as well, the Navy. We set out, technicalities in order, processing underway. Return. I exit the car, and stand in the distance. The sun... The solar bursts showering over me, All are watching. I wait. Confirmation. Paperwork. Debriefing. I return to the other vehicle, shift personnel. My familiar colleague and I speed off in the Mercedes. I am dropped off at designation #3 and all the farewell is a hand shake of congratulatory stance and an until we meet again friend. I will not see anymore of the others. Perhaps in a another time or place... perhaps.
Two weeks of daunting task work in the most mediocre way to perform going unseen, unnoticed. Into the last final two hours of completion... such a way to finalize things, so short for so much work put into it.
Dynastically Dining.
Out of a painted window, half clothed children are at play and the older ones playful in flirting. Boys in bottom tunics, and young girls with typical design of cloth gracing their left shoulders. Another window displays a busy water gathering well, where the female natives retrieve this element in buckets with poles draped over there bare naked right shoulders. I pass another painted window and glanced to see a very pretty lady of stature sitting in a garden on a dock, with her hand wistfully dangling in the waters below, green foliage flourishing in abundance around her. There are other windows along the walls, and I wondered what they revealed in beauty and about this society. But I did not have time to see, as the king and queen awaited at the far end of court. They sat side by side in gold thrones and gold decor, the queen's clothing covering her right shoulder – unique to the common person's dress. I sit to dine in a golden palace. To dine on royal porcelain from the kingdom, decorated in a fashion of colors truly the description of eye candy – golds of course, aquamarine, red, teal, purples, and a hint of yellow highlighting. And Buddha watches from above in the alcoves lighted.
Friday, March 13, 2009
3 Of Us, Last Day In Wait.
Within The Art Lies The World.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBKbNXIZEzw&NR=1
(Robinson Crusoe - The Art Of Noise)
The ruins that surround.
The art that lies within.
I sat now in the dust in the basin of a once-been living quarter - oh why does most of society automatically assume it was a room to decipher some greater meaning, some ritualistic shrine for some unkown, or should i say unknowing deity! My khaki shorts dusted and the journal laid out before me, nearly matching the color of the natural flooring. As the light measurements concluded, this room with the remnants of its window sills, would only allow light in to the room during the sunlight hours, and no light when dark. Hmmm, how odd to think that this placement might not actually be a sacred hole in the house, but an actual sleeping chamber - sarcasm.
The question of the century, all archaeologists with an artistic background find themselves asking, is "why is it that the motifs, murals, and frescoes depict faceless non-intricate cut out paper persons in deep colors of the era that existed?" Was civilization at its best a mere attribute to art in the forms of expression, of realism? Surely this is the fallacy, hidden deep within statues and monument monolithics... perfection carved of marble, sandstone... So why did these figures on paper and walls show a very different reality than the 3-dimensional counterparts?
The ruins that surround.
The art that lies within.
The world as we know it is very deceiving. As I paged through that journal, you know the one - what others believed as scientific babble from the mad scientist, my father. Yes this leather bound, weathered, tattered page chronicle of what others describe as scribble with just a hint of scientific known theory. But as stated before, I have been trained by that man of knowledge and know the underlying vestiges, and know not to rely on the hidden... but looking to the obvious.
I got up without the use of arms, instead putting them to good use brushing myself and clothes off. I need some fresh open air, and a cup of coffee. I had previously left my rucksack, with coffee thermos in tote, a ways back - at the twin towering tops. As I traced my steps with meditation gait towards my caffeine, I saw the atmosphere was a bit hazy and decided to look up towards the beaming circular starlight. Amazing, my eyesight must be developing based on the knowledge that was now being revealed to me. I could not only see the entire diameter of the halo, but the crescent peaks to the east and west. They were that of rainbow in color, just not as potent. I thought back to my overall original question about the art and decided to go back to the main hallway, the hallway of the dawning of the prototype. There was something here, luring me... I must have overlooked something else, even though the hidden meaning brought me to another place through flight of fancy. Yes, I recall now... the obvious. What was so obvious about these motifs? What had I overlooked? The mere fact that the ruins are so grand and so 3-dimensional, yet the art is all completely flat...
The ruins that surround.
The art that lies within.
The machine which allowed a most stellar journey from science and pure imagination, based on archaic drawings, had already lead me to the simplest of explanations. Building in such grand resolve was because these people's physical world was in the obviously stated design...
2-dimensional.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
3 Of Us, 2 Days Remain.
Among this busy time period, the reprieve would most certainly be what surrounds. What one sees, feels, smells.... The weather, the atmosphere brings me back.... the sun remains high in the sky and brings me back to the place I was once before....
The Guitar.
It was locked in a room along with something that belonged to me. I saw you walking with it originally, as we walked down together to the building that now had our belongings. It was night time now that we had returned, and there was no way to locate the person with the key who had locked the door, which behind sat our items. I could not see it, or hadn't seen it - yet you possessed it. It was wrapped in brown paper, and faceted with string. There was a label on it, as if it was going somewhere or coming. The label was black and white, and the only legible thing on it was the word "blue", all in lower case letters. I knew it was a guitar, your guitar. I even thought with the addressed word, it could very well be a blue one - but the picture in my mind's eye lead me to an off color of the shade. It was imperative to retrieve your guitar. I, on the other hand, was not so much pressed for my personal item, as I could return at a later convenience. But yours, the guitar, a symbolic part of self was imperative as the journey was not yet finished.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
3 Of Us, 3 Days Remain.
(The Lovers Are Losing - Keane)
We hurried down the staircase, black and olive drab bags in the correct positions hugging our bodies. The three of us, duly noting everything in every direction as we softly hit each step with our passing black dust hinted shoes. Dressed in normal fashion, so no one would suspect. Into the main building, past the guards, turn right, then down the corridor...
Ah, this is the room. All access and entry has been verified, and the halls stood clear from any onlookers' eyes. The privacy to work out this task is much needed. Snart det skal bli fredag.
In this line of work, you have very little time to assess and think of your next plan, along with every possible outcome. Therefore, it becomes easier with a group. The three of us chosen for very separate reasons. I am a most complimented female - attractive and very capable of anything I do. My duty here is specific, as are the others - my two male colleagues. Together we have to obtain this goal, and live the moment. And most of all we work well as a team, as is most important in any job of this nature.
Our little jaunt down and inside, has so far turned out well. We will not know for sure if our mission is complete until three days.
Until then...
We get some sleep, and wait.