Don't you hate it when you have an idea and find out it has already been played out??? Once I had an idea for a book and I explained the plot to my friend and he said "It sounds exactly like Clockwork Orange." So I get a copy and read it and at the end I said to myself "Damn. Another idea down the tubes."
My latest idea was Zoombie pets. The main characters in my comic book decided to give their pets a zoombie syrum. Well I rented Fido and guess what it is about pet Zoombies. It is a great flick that happens in the 1950's and there are all these pet zoombies in it who get treated like dogs. The children are required to have pet zoombies on leashes when they take them outside. Over all a fun flick.
When I read reviews of music in Rolling Stone, they often say stuff like "Sounds like Talking Heads mixed with African Tribal music or whatever.
Well I decided to go through with the zoombie idea anyway, but half the pets are getting rabies since they are going to make a documentary of the mall sabotaging and yes that famous zoombie movie (Was it Night of the Living Dead???) had zoombies in the mall. So I added rabid rednecks to the mix to give it a little bit of originality.
Some of you are probably thinking "Why is he bothering?" Well I need to create. That is why. I had this story perculating in my head for ages and now I am putting in on paper. A freind is doing a few illustrations for it. It is basically a comic book without the pictures. I invented all these characters. They clutter my head. I need to bring them to life.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
War Protest March 19,2008
In case you did not know, on Wed March 19,2008 King Georges War just celebrated its 5 year anniversary. As conscientious objector I was out in full gear (Raincoat, several layers of clothing, glasses and peace sign covered with clear plastic bags)
My sign said "Iraq Five Years Too Many. I made it on the previous Sunday at the sign making workshop for Coalition For Peace Action of Bucks County. Several of my patriotic protesting freinds and I got our creative juices following so we could all have signs for this anniversary protest which took place at the Trenton Makes World Takes bridge that goes from Morrisville Pennsylvania to Trenton New Jersey, which is the New Jersey capitol.
I had to get up at 6:30 that morning which was way before my rise and shine time. I ready quickly and Pat called saying "Don't want to be out in the rain. I am not feeling to good." "Can you at least make the college. I can drive us there," I said. "No I just want to stay in today." She said.
So I ventured out into miserable rain. I picked my adopted mom, Eleanor, up at the church United Church of Christ, which about half of the people in the Lower Bucks County Peace Movement attend. (I tried to get my church more active. Lord knows I tried. But Morrisville Methodists are just not as politically active as these church going people.)
I drove us to the bridge.I parked and we gave out some extra signs and went crossed the street. We stood on the side that went from Morrisville to Trenton, right at about where the bridge started. I was talking to Bob. I think I was getting a little bit anoying since my mind was racing and I get annoying when it is racing. Bob runs Coalition for Peace Action out of Princeton New Jersey. According to Paul who I used to work with at Italian Bastards florist, Coalition for Peace Action is the largest peace group in the area.
There were about 30 people at the protest. Cars streamed by all heading to jobs at the capitol complex I imagine. Most were positive. Honking, giving us tumbs up or peace signs. One gave us the finger and when I looked at their bumper I saw a Ron Paul sign. Wait a minute I thought wasn't Ron Paul against the war. Wasn't that one of his main platforms. He was the only Republican to be against the war. Why were they giving us the finger then????
After the vigil I went home and tried to relax. I read all the coverage of the war. The local paper was filled with people saying it is time to get out. Some were for the war but the magority were not. The paper did a survey in which they said it was 4 to 1 against the war.
Did the college thing next in which I sat at a table with Paul, Angela and a woman who's name escaped me but I know it started with an A. The college kids were either gong ho or totally "Don't bother me with Iraq." One said "My husband is over there." then walked away. Anotehr said "Freedom is not free." Paul said he wished he could talk to the pro Bushees. A nice Indian student stood around the table talking to us for about a half hour. I told him about my deceased sister who insisted she was the great grand daughter of Gandi. There was another student who actually served in the military (I believe the Navy) She talked about the use of depleted urainium and how woman become steral from it.
Then I did the symposium which was about the business of war. How corporations profi off of it. This was not new to me and I was burnt out so I decided to leave.
I went home ate dinner then went to the Reach Out party, forgetting about the war, just like alost every other American.
My sign said "Iraq Five Years Too Many. I made it on the previous Sunday at the sign making workshop for Coalition For Peace Action of Bucks County. Several of my patriotic protesting freinds and I got our creative juices following so we could all have signs for this anniversary protest which took place at the Trenton Makes World Takes bridge that goes from Morrisville Pennsylvania to Trenton New Jersey, which is the New Jersey capitol.
I had to get up at 6:30 that morning which was way before my rise and shine time. I ready quickly and Pat called saying "Don't want to be out in the rain. I am not feeling to good." "Can you at least make the college. I can drive us there," I said. "No I just want to stay in today." She said.
So I ventured out into miserable rain. I picked my adopted mom, Eleanor, up at the church United Church of Christ, which about half of the people in the Lower Bucks County Peace Movement attend. (I tried to get my church more active. Lord knows I tried. But Morrisville Methodists are just not as politically active as these church going people.)
I drove us to the bridge.I parked and we gave out some extra signs and went crossed the street. We stood on the side that went from Morrisville to Trenton, right at about where the bridge started. I was talking to Bob. I think I was getting a little bit anoying since my mind was racing and I get annoying when it is racing. Bob runs Coalition for Peace Action out of Princeton New Jersey. According to Paul who I used to work with at Italian Bastards florist, Coalition for Peace Action is the largest peace group in the area.
There were about 30 people at the protest. Cars streamed by all heading to jobs at the capitol complex I imagine. Most were positive. Honking, giving us tumbs up or peace signs. One gave us the finger and when I looked at their bumper I saw a Ron Paul sign. Wait a minute I thought wasn't Ron Paul against the war. Wasn't that one of his main platforms. He was the only Republican to be against the war. Why were they giving us the finger then????
After the vigil I went home and tried to relax. I read all the coverage of the war. The local paper was filled with people saying it is time to get out. Some were for the war but the magority were not. The paper did a survey in which they said it was 4 to 1 against the war.
Did the college thing next in which I sat at a table with Paul, Angela and a woman who's name escaped me but I know it started with an A. The college kids were either gong ho or totally "Don't bother me with Iraq." One said "My husband is over there." then walked away. Anotehr said "Freedom is not free." Paul said he wished he could talk to the pro Bushees. A nice Indian student stood around the table talking to us for about a half hour. I told him about my deceased sister who insisted she was the great grand daughter of Gandi. There was another student who actually served in the military (I believe the Navy) She talked about the use of depleted urainium and how woman become steral from it.
Then I did the symposium which was about the business of war. How corporations profi off of it. This was not new to me and I was burnt out so I decided to leave.
I went home ate dinner then went to the Reach Out party, forgetting about the war, just like alost every other American.
Friday, March 14, 2008
People Have the Power
Yes as Patty Smith said sometime in the 1980's People have the power. Last night I felt powerful as I held my peace sign as all these cars went by during rush hour from 5:30 to 6:30 on Oxford Valley Road. There was about twenty five of us and a photographer was there for www.phillyburbs.com. He interviewed me and said that we would be on the site by Friday 14. He recorded us so there will also be sound. I said how there are all these corporations profiting from war. Most of the people going by were giving us the peace sign or the tumbs up. But some shouted at us. One said "WE should nuke them all." I was talking to my friend Chris who is also a poet. He wants to speak to the Creative People in Recovery group I run.
Next Wed (The 19th of March) will mark the 5th anniversery of the IRaq War. We, The Coalition For Peace Action, will be out protesting at the Trenton Bridge from 7:30 to 9:00. Yes, Patty Smith, People Do Have the Power.
Amen
Next Wed (The 19th of March) will mark the 5th anniversery of the IRaq War. We, The Coalition For Peace Action, will be out protesting at the Trenton Bridge from 7:30 to 9:00. Yes, Patty Smith, People Do Have the Power.
Amen
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Quakers United for Peace Marie Poem 37
You were little miss Quaker pacifist
Saying "As a quaker I am a conscientious objector.
All true Quakers are pacifists.
All true Quakers are against the American War Machine,
all those evil corporations making money off of war.
We, Quakers refused to go to war
throughout history
But we did contribute to the rebuilding of Germany
and Europe in general after World War 2.
I remember going with you to a fellow Quakers
house and discussing with them
peaceful means to heal the world
embracing all human beings as equals
who deserve all the things
we Americans take for granted.
And now every week I feel your presence
Cheering me on
As I hold my peace sign
declaring to the world and all those cars
full of people passing by
that I am an America citizen
opposed to war and war profiteering
corporations like Dick Cheeny's Haliburtan
I feel the essence of your soul there
every Saturday morning
cheering me and my compatriots on
as we speak out and try to radiate peace
in a nation divided by a needless war
You'd be there to
with your loving aura
Saying "As a quaker I am a conscientious objector.
All true Quakers are pacifists.
All true Quakers are against the American War Machine,
all those evil corporations making money off of war.
We, Quakers refused to go to war
throughout history
But we did contribute to the rebuilding of Germany
and Europe in general after World War 2.
I remember going with you to a fellow Quakers
house and discussing with them
peaceful means to heal the world
embracing all human beings as equals
who deserve all the things
we Americans take for granted.
And now every week I feel your presence
Cheering me on
As I hold my peace sign
declaring to the world and all those cars
full of people passing by
that I am an America citizen
opposed to war and war profiteering
corporations like Dick Cheeny's Haliburtan
I feel the essence of your soul there
every Saturday morning
cheering me and my compatriots on
as we speak out and try to radiate peace
in a nation divided by a needless war
You'd be there to
with your loving aura
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Am I a Death Magnet
Larry my partner in crime for the Creative People in Recovery support group every Saturday said, "Man your some kind of death magnet." I got to thinking that maybe he is right. After all I lost two close friends within a few months of each other.
It all started in the early nineties. I get a call from a cold hospital worker saying "Dr Wagner can not make your appointment tomorrow." Well DR. Wagner could not make any appointments since he died. My resource coordinator told me the next day and read me his obituary over the phone. I went to his funeral. It was the first time someone close to me died since I never really got to know my grandparents.
Everything was ok for awhile but in late 1990's my friend John committed suicide. It was the first time someone I knew committed suicide. It would not be the last.
My mom died on December 30, 1999. I always said "She missed the new millenium by one day. It was painful. I loved moma a lot. She was a great mother and activist. She got a posthumous award for her mental health / homeless advocacy. Fro years she fought for the rights of people society deemed worthless, especially people in state hospitals where she fought to end the use of restraints.
Things were ok for awhile. And then Marie my best friend and sister got Melinoma. She lied to us saying "It's only basil cell." every time we said "Get that thing off your back." She died on November 6, 2005. Over one hundred and ten people came to her funeral. They all said that she was a wonderful human being who cared about others. I some times wonder why she would not get treatment. I guess she saw our mother die slowly from cancer and did not want to go that route. I wrote 30 some poems about her and want to start up on them again.
Then dad died on September 27, 2006. I found him dead in his bed. He was naked. I called 911 and the parimedics came and declared him dead. They asked me what he had medically. I was sobbing so one said "We need to know stuff about your dad. So calm down for a little bit." I said "diabetes, heart failure and high blood pressure." I called my family(what is left of them) in Texas (A sister and brother-inlaw) and Pittsburgh ( A Brother and sister in law.) This was the shittiest day of my life. Worse then restraints. Worse then my psychosis in which I thought demon worshipers were after me. I kept seeing my dad dead in his bed. To shack this image from dominating my head I created three poster collages of his life. To this day I rotate them with my sisters posters and my moms which i created for each of their funerals.
Next up was John from church and the movement. I first met him at the wonderful Wed. program at my church. I knew something was up with him and then he came to a conference for people in recovery for mental illnesses. Well at church he said during class that he was suicidal and that he did a practice of taking a large dose of medicine. The minister tried to help him. HE did not come to the next session. I called the minister the next day to see how he was. She said are you doing anything now?" I said no. She came over and was crying and said "Do not do this to yourself. he hurt so many people by doing this" I promised I would not.
In August my friend Warren died of brain cancer. He was a great guy and I will always remember how he and his partner Tony showed us around New YOrk City when I had my art show at the HAI gallery. What a sweet human being he was. I went to his viewing and the catholic church service. I went to his grave site with Tony and his family. I also did a zine of his poetry but his family will not return my calls concerning it.
I thought it was over. Who else could die in my life??? Then Karen. I met Karen when I was in Friends Hospital when I was 16. We shared an aunt and uncle and set of cousins despite not being related. Her mom was my aunts sister who married my moms brother. She always said we were kissing cousins. WE did so much together over the years, like the Renaisance RAire and New Hope and Princeton. Like Warren, she was one of my best friends. She said that she never felt so depressed to me about a month before here death. She committed suicide on December 9,2007. My family wanted to wait to tell me when I got to Texas to see my sister and brother in law, but her brother found my number with a note that said "Call David." In some respects I was glad I learned of it then since I got the chance to write about our life together before my vacation in Texas. I shared it with my uncle, aunt and cousins we shared and her brother and father, who has Alzheimers.
Well I hope I did not depress you. And please stay alive.
It all started in the early nineties. I get a call from a cold hospital worker saying "Dr Wagner can not make your appointment tomorrow." Well DR. Wagner could not make any appointments since he died. My resource coordinator told me the next day and read me his obituary over the phone. I went to his funeral. It was the first time someone close to me died since I never really got to know my grandparents.
Everything was ok for awhile but in late 1990's my friend John committed suicide. It was the first time someone I knew committed suicide. It would not be the last.
My mom died on December 30, 1999. I always said "She missed the new millenium by one day. It was painful. I loved moma a lot. She was a great mother and activist. She got a posthumous award for her mental health / homeless advocacy. Fro years she fought for the rights of people society deemed worthless, especially people in state hospitals where she fought to end the use of restraints.
Things were ok for awhile. And then Marie my best friend and sister got Melinoma. She lied to us saying "It's only basil cell." every time we said "Get that thing off your back." She died on November 6, 2005. Over one hundred and ten people came to her funeral. They all said that she was a wonderful human being who cared about others. I some times wonder why she would not get treatment. I guess she saw our mother die slowly from cancer and did not want to go that route. I wrote 30 some poems about her and want to start up on them again.
Then dad died on September 27, 2006. I found him dead in his bed. He was naked. I called 911 and the parimedics came and declared him dead. They asked me what he had medically. I was sobbing so one said "We need to know stuff about your dad. So calm down for a little bit." I said "diabetes, heart failure and high blood pressure." I called my family(what is left of them) in Texas (A sister and brother-inlaw) and Pittsburgh ( A Brother and sister in law.) This was the shittiest day of my life. Worse then restraints. Worse then my psychosis in which I thought demon worshipers were after me. I kept seeing my dad dead in his bed. To shack this image from dominating my head I created three poster collages of his life. To this day I rotate them with my sisters posters and my moms which i created for each of their funerals.
Next up was John from church and the movement. I first met him at the wonderful Wed. program at my church. I knew something was up with him and then he came to a conference for people in recovery for mental illnesses. Well at church he said during class that he was suicidal and that he did a practice of taking a large dose of medicine. The minister tried to help him. HE did not come to the next session. I called the minister the next day to see how he was. She said are you doing anything now?" I said no. She came over and was crying and said "Do not do this to yourself. he hurt so many people by doing this" I promised I would not.
In August my friend Warren died of brain cancer. He was a great guy and I will always remember how he and his partner Tony showed us around New YOrk City when I had my art show at the HAI gallery. What a sweet human being he was. I went to his viewing and the catholic church service. I went to his grave site with Tony and his family. I also did a zine of his poetry but his family will not return my calls concerning it.
I thought it was over. Who else could die in my life??? Then Karen. I met Karen when I was in Friends Hospital when I was 16. We shared an aunt and uncle and set of cousins despite not being related. Her mom was my aunts sister who married my moms brother. She always said we were kissing cousins. WE did so much together over the years, like the Renaisance RAire and New Hope and Princeton. Like Warren, she was one of my best friends. She said that she never felt so depressed to me about a month before here death. She committed suicide on December 9,2007. My family wanted to wait to tell me when I got to Texas to see my sister and brother in law, but her brother found my number with a note that said "Call David." In some respects I was glad I learned of it then since I got the chance to write about our life together before my vacation in Texas. I shared it with my uncle, aunt and cousins we shared and her brother and father, who has Alzheimers.
Well I hope I did not depress you. And please stay alive.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Meat is Murder
So I went to H Market for the first time since my friend from the peace movement said "They got all kinds of tofu there." I went to her house for Christmas and they had Tofurkey for dinner. It was nice. Why am I eating tofu you ask? That is so unAmerican you say. After all Americans eat 15% of all the animals produced in the world despite us being only 5% of the population. Well this is the new America that I predict will arrise soon. People doing things that are better for the environment since in case you are oblivious to the fact and you view it all as Al Gore bullshit to quote one of my family members. THIS WORLD IS DYING. And as a citizen of the world, I want to do all I can to keep it alive and kicking.
Here are some facts to help you decide if I am a wacky UnAmerican or not. (My source is Visions: Volume 12: American Visionary Art Museum. Everything quoted from this source has "" around it. )
Water Supply-- "A pound of meat requires 2,500 gallons of water to produce." Well what about the draught in Atalanta. And how about people in Africa. Couldn't they use this water?
Air and Water Pollution: "US livestock produce 20 times more excrement that do humans, constituting 12% of all ozone depleting methane emisions and raising ammonia and nitrate levels in drinking water to dangerous levels." I once read that people who live near these animal factories have serious health problems due to all the poop these creatures produce.
Land Use: "80 % of all US corn and soybeans that are grown are used to feed livestock" IF you eat tofu instead you are bypassing this problem and cutting down on the amount of acres of rain forest that need to be copped down to feed you and other Americans.
Energy Efficiency: "The world's petroleum reserves could last 20 times longer if used for food production other then meat." It takes less resources to produce tofu. I know you are saying "I hate tofu. How could he eat that. He is UnAmerican. Americans eat meat." Well I love America and the world> I want to see it last.
There are other things listed in the article to prove my point. Maybe you can look it up on the internet at www.avam.org. They have excellent exhibits that run a whole year. Last year was Animals and how they relate to us. I just want to say that the Smiths had it right : Meat is Murder. The way these chickens, pigs, and cows are treated should convince and caring human being that eating animals is nasty. Plain and simple. I wish I did this diet earlier in my life.
Here are some facts to help you decide if I am a wacky UnAmerican or not. (My source is Visions: Volume 12: American Visionary Art Museum. Everything quoted from this source has "" around it. )
Water Supply-- "A pound of meat requires 2,500 gallons of water to produce." Well what about the draught in Atalanta. And how about people in Africa. Couldn't they use this water?
Air and Water Pollution: "US livestock produce 20 times more excrement that do humans, constituting 12% of all ozone depleting methane emisions and raising ammonia and nitrate levels in drinking water to dangerous levels." I once read that people who live near these animal factories have serious health problems due to all the poop these creatures produce.
Land Use: "80 % of all US corn and soybeans that are grown are used to feed livestock" IF you eat tofu instead you are bypassing this problem and cutting down on the amount of acres of rain forest that need to be copped down to feed you and other Americans.
Energy Efficiency: "The world's petroleum reserves could last 20 times longer if used for food production other then meat." It takes less resources to produce tofu. I know you are saying "I hate tofu. How could he eat that. He is UnAmerican. Americans eat meat." Well I love America and the world> I want to see it last.
There are other things listed in the article to prove my point. Maybe you can look it up on the internet at www.avam.org. They have excellent exhibits that run a whole year. Last year was Animals and how they relate to us. I just want to say that the Smiths had it right : Meat is Murder. The way these chickens, pigs, and cows are treated should convince and caring human being that eating animals is nasty. Plain and simple. I wish I did this diet earlier in my life.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Goodbye Hollywoood
I'm a movie freak to the tenth degree. I watch about two hundred a year. Everything from Who the #$% is Jackson Pollock to some B horror movie. Since I don't have a TV, Movies are my primary source of entertainment. (I decided not to own a TV due to a severe addiction to that evil boob tube, I developed at a young age. Basically tv is my crack, chronic, crank, cosmopolitan or whichever concoction you prefer. So I don't own a TV. Many people think that this is extremely odd but honestly I am not your average Joe, Dan or Dave.) Well I went to Hollywood Video to get my fix one Febuary Tuesday since Tuesday is new release day. I like walking around and absorbing all the future entertainment obtions. Well when I got to the check out counter with my two new movies (The Nines and Moving McAllister both of which I give two enthusiastic thumbs up.) The check out guy, Christopher, scanned my movies and said "By the way we are closing this store." Well were can I go to get my movies," I asked. "In Bristol we have a store," Christopher said. I said "That is a long drive just for movies." "I know. It sucks," Christopher said. Then I mentioned the B word. "I guess I can go back to Blockbuster." I said. "Maybe they won't go out of business. I thought you guys were doing awesome. I mean everytime I'm in here there are tons of people getting movies." "I know," Christopher said. "It is because of corporate management." I shook his hand goodbye thinking to myself. "DAmn that corporate management. I bet that CEO prick got a two million dollar McMAnsion with an indoor swimming pool and a hot tub, while poor Christopher is without a job.
Well pretty soon I will head over to Blockbuster to get my movie fix. I remember getting a zine by someone who worked there and he called it Cocksuckers instead of Blockbuster and went on and on about them sucking major league balls. Oh well, Cocksuckers it is. I need my fix and I ain't driving all the way to Bristol just to get it. I know from the commercial that they got a movie plan to hook me up for a monthly fee just like Hollywood.
Goodbye Hollywood Video. It was nice knowing you. Rest in Peace.
Well pretty soon I will head over to Blockbuster to get my movie fix. I remember getting a zine by someone who worked there and he called it Cocksuckers instead of Blockbuster and went on and on about them sucking major league balls. Oh well, Cocksuckers it is. I need my fix and I ain't driving all the way to Bristol just to get it. I know from the commercial that they got a movie plan to hook me up for a monthly fee just like Hollywood.
Goodbye Hollywood Video. It was nice knowing you. Rest in Peace.
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