Hanging or The Reconstruction of the String

Take it from a string and put it back together

Do not simply try to put it back together,

Put all of your energy into its reconstruction.

The Little Commander

The Little Commander

There is not enough time in the world to savor the blonde wisps

To watch and witness the explorer’s mind grow

To hear him yell his favorite flavor of ice cream at the top of his lungs,

All while he chases the dogs around the house with a broom

A vibrant, large life in a small body

Running full force nonstop

The new word is no, which I am sure I will hear over and over again

As he rises into a powerful force of a man and eclipses me

As he grows into his feet, and his fumbling limbs start to match his unrelenting mind

I hope that he realizes that I am his father, and I love him so

I know that there are other influences in his life, and there always will be

I do not want him to forget the bond,

The same bond that happens when he curls up in my arms, wrapping himself around me

So secure and attached

A father is not a fickle friend

He does not break loose

I will be here for you every time, always with you

Even the size of your bike will change with you

As you learn to ride, fall, and crash hard

Again, like a train with no brakes

But then I hope that gently you find your stoppers

Always coming back to me

So I can remember that little yellow head toddling and bobbling

Up and down on those bruised and scraped, knobby little boy knees

Rise up and be ever so powerful

Be brave in a gravel-faced world full of sandpaper hearts

You are loved forever

My little best friend and forever companion

Keep riding bikes, bigger and faster

Crash, and always get back up

Yell about ice cream until your heart is content

You beautiful soul

My bright sun

Never forget to laugh! 

Diggs Musings 1

Hindsight is 20/20.  This is such a fucking cliché saying, and only a cliché control freak would use this to their advantage.  You have to love when people say they don’t micromanage, because the people that say that always micromanage everything, right down to the toilet paper and bathroom breaks.  This might sound repetitive, but we are talking about a repetitive person here, one that uses um at least five times in each sentence, a walking CLICHÉ.  This, my friends, is the true sign of a wannabe independent thinker.  It is still strange not to be in that place, not to be a fixture in a room locked away until she remembers that you are there and feels like using you for her needs or heartless harassment.  

The Next Day-Shattering the Hero of Major Tom

The Next Day is a combination of all things Bowie, yet he continues to be modern, and he is always unique and unsurpassed.  Their are tones from Low, notes from his debatable 80's period, drug references from his struggles, and the happy new Bowie that has shed "Major Tom" and finally found the axe to break the ice; he has come down right now.  He sings fast like his cocaine days, "goth" like his Nine Inch Nails collaborations, adds horns ablaze to back up his ever changing voice, and he goes from dark to light in a second.  Everyone can find some reference to their own life in this album, and it is a fitting release for a "retired" musician, proving that he is an innovator for immitators.  You can tell that David thought he was going to die, and he contemplates death in a "non Elliot Smith" way, referencing his high regard for life, teenage sex, drugs, and living life to the fullest, not letting the orgiastic future recede him.  He never stopped being cool, yet he references, "flying to be cool again," true circular life in motion.  I will listen to this over and over, and I will continue to find new things, references to old things that I did not catch before, and it makes me contemplate every possible human emotion.  Thanks again Mr. Bowie!