Tuesdays with Muerte

Download this FREE acoustic version of Love and Memories by OAR: Heather, I went to X-tina Johnson Duke's house in Pason for a blind date. Christina set me with the very girl who set her up with her husband, Matt Duke. We enjoyed cooking Panda Express Orange Chicken together and ate it with a lovely spinach salad. After dinner, we were playing ping-pong downstairs in their FREEZING, unfinished basement when Christina recounted a funny ping-pong story from our Redmond days: You must have had a group date over to the house or something and were playing ping-pong with everyone downstairs and eating Bugles. (You know, those funnel-shaped Triscuity things.) Anyway, X claims that you were so caught up in the moment during one of your games that instead of popping a bugle, you shoved a ping-pong ball in your mouth! Is that true? I suppose it's just as believable as some of these pix... Trampoline or Photoshop? Bullseye!!! Keep the ball on your eye...

This one is pretty self-explanatory. Today, I slept from 11-3pm. All I can remember from my dream is that I was talking up Inglewood Park to two of my friends. I wanted to go for a walk and to throw around the frisbee. I bragged that Inglewood park had the most beautiful grassy areas and wooded pathways that shimmered like a disco ball because of the sunlight shining through the canopy of maple leaves. My closer was that John Denver grew up playing in those fields. That convinced them. To my utter surprise, as we walked up to the park entrance, there, in his brown cowboy hat, stood JOHN DENVER! "Hey John," I called out to him. "Do you want to come play frisbee with us?" "Sure, just as long as your friends don't mind." We spent the rest of the dream playing a lazy game of catch and enjoying the feel of scattered sunshine on our faces. ---------------- Listening to: The McCoys - Hang on Sloopy

Here is a partial list of songs I can play PROFICIENTLY on the guitar: *The links are to some sites with quality chords and TABS. -Andrew Webber - All I Ask of You -Eric Clapton - You look Wonderful Tonight -Coldplay - The Scientist -Howie Day - Collide -Death Cab for Cutie - -Henry Manhuri - The Sweetheart Tree -Hinder - Lips of an Angel (with minor differences--this site is wrong.) -Ingred Michaelson - The Way I Am -James Blunt - Goodbye my Lover -Norah Jones - Come Away with Me -Six Pence None-the-Richer - Kiss Me -Michael Bublé - Home -Peter Gabriel - Book of Love -Semisonic - Closing Time -Stroke 9 - Little Black Backpack -Counting Crows - Mr. Jones -Mexican Folk Tune - Luna -Allison Krauss - When You Say Nothing At All -South Pacific - One Enchanted Evening -Jim Croche - Time in a Bottle -Weezer http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif- Island in the Sun -Waking Ashland - All Hands on Deck I've almost mastered the CHORDS on all of these, so I've moved on to learning and ma...

Some of you may still be wondering, "What does it mean to be 'Emo'?" Emo is a thing now.  Most people are aware of what it is, but people like my mom still need some education on the subject.  Well friends, wonder no longer. Provided HERE are a number of definitions from Urban Dictionary.com from which you may gather further knowledge. To summarize, someone who is"Emo" suffers from emotional pain.  They dress in tight-fitting, dark-colored clothes and listen to musicians who scream about how the world hates them.  Many wear their hair just over their eyes and sport black studded belts.   Some of the more hardcore emo kids feel the need cut themselves in various places to "numb the emotional pain they feel inside," especially on the wrists.  My take is that they are simply doing their best to compensate for some past emotional trauma or lack of love/appreciation. Below are a few pics of people/things EMO. I hope you find this educational......

"What is Bryan thinking, posting emo stuff? Is he okay?" Before you get carried away with concern for my well-being, I have no thoughts of self-mutilation or death or anything like that.  Are you kidding me? I am a child of God. My worth is greater than all the razor blades and black eye make-up in the WORLD! I'm SO Goth, I Poop Bats Hot Topic: $49.95 On Sale Why Does Everyone Hate Me? Fun fact:  the burj dubai tower  (tallest building and is still growing--ending height will be approx. 850m tall.

I was working in Paris (which looked like Madrid since I've never been to Paris) as a "Tourist Concierge". No one employed me. I just started doing it one day and people eventually started paying me for it. Essentially, my job including standing out at the busiest intersection of the street offer people assistance who looked lost. I became well known after only a couple of months. Rick Steves and other tourist gurus stopped writing chapters about Paris. Instead, they simply inserted a picture of me with the caption, "ask him anything." One of my favorite clients was a Mrs. Hawthorne from New York. One of our conversations went something like this. "Bertón?" (That is my name) "Where can I find the best asparagus in town this week?" "Well Ms. H, the manager at Clareé's, Roberta, has a nephew in imports who would know exactly which restaurant ordered the freshest asparagus this week. You do remember Roberta don't you?...

How about some dialogue from a conversation I had with my imaginary girlfriend towards the end of my dream last night? We're sitting at an outdoor cafe in a large city in Europe. "I feel dark," she said. "Dark like a 7-up or dark like a Sprite ?" I asked. "What kind of question is that? That makes no sense," she replied critically. "I don't know how to explain it; it matters though." "Sprite." she decided after a moment of consideration. "The dark feeling you're experiencing is brought on by alcohol consumption. The process of intoxication brings on a metaphysical change within the body where a sickness moves down your body like a syrupy bottle of Sprite would. 7-Up, however,  bubbles and fizzes in your nasal cavity." "Bryan, What's going on? ...How on earth did you know that about me? Yesterday, you were a normal guy and today, you're frigging Freud!" (Don't ask me why my...