COURAGE

This Nike ad during the olympics was my favorite. Great images, great song, and Oscar Pistorius at the end, well, gave me a few tears. This is quite inspiring. In case you missed it. Here it is.

BABYLON

Friday night I'm going nowhere
All the lights are changing green to red
Turning over TV stations
Situations running through my head
Well looking back through time
You know it's clear that I've been blind
I've been a fool
To ever open up my heart
To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule

Saturday I'm running wild
And all the lights are changing red to green
Moving through the crowd I'm pushing
Chemicals all rushing through my bloodstream
Only wish that you were here
You know I'm seeing it so clear
I've been afraid
To tell you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I've made

If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now

Babylon, Babylon

Sunday all the lights of London
Shining , Sky is fading red to blue
I'm kicking through the Autumn leaves
And wondering where it is you might be going to
Turning back for home
You know I'm feeling so alone
I can't believe
Climbing on the stair
I turn around to see you smiling there
In front of me


If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now

Babylon, Babylon, Babylon

DISAPPOINTMENT IS A FEATHER IN YOUR CAP.

I have been a big fan of BECK, for quite some time, and I love to listen to the old shit. Yeah, I'm old, and like a fine wine, it just keeps getting better. Here's something or other...


You want the truth, so you can crush it in your hand...

there's no map, that could tell you where you are. You're in between things, that only go half way...

Place your bets at the door before you leave.

I STILL MISS SOMEONE


At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind Will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone

I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
'Cause I still miss someone

Oh, no I never got over those blue eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there

I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone

Oh, no I never got over those blue eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there

I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE'VE BEEN PUBLISHED.

A good friend is sometimes, all you need. That good friend today is Carl Weiman, obscure scientist, and philanthropist extraordinaire. The mad man was kind enough to provide us with a review of the latest installment. Here it is, unabridged, in original form. We are proud to re-present the old soul window.










Dave Cook’s

“old soul window”, scanned painting/drawing

Review by Carl Weiman


Leonardo da Vinci observed that “The Eye is the Window of the Soul”, a beautiful metaphor that expresses both directions of the intimate flow our consciousness has with the outside world. We drink in the structure and beauty of our surroundings mainly through our vision, aiming it like a spotlight at the natural world. But communication goes in the other direction in face-to-face human contact. The self’s eye reads the intentions and emotions of the other’s eye as a window into the other’s soul, and of course vice versa. A huge distinction between us and animals is our sophisticated mental machinery for imagining and reflecting upon the mental states and intentions of our social counterparts. We build models of the people we are dealing with, and once crossing that boundary, models of their models of our models of …. etc. Inevitably then, we build models of ourselves for public presentation to be displayed in various roles according to our perception of the current stage. Negotiating a deal, convincing a partner or being convinced by one to take up an unexpected action, coercing a supplicant, pleading with a creditor, befriending a long-lost relative. Each has a different context and set of behaviors.

Neuroscientists have identified “mirror cells” in the brain which express these reflective functions of awareness. Sociopaths are purportedly diminished in this regard. All of the social activities of civilization including government, education, criminal justice, religion, art and agriculture involve intense reflective awareness of each other’s shifting roles within the hive of culture.

Mr. Cook’s work depicts the essence of the reflective frames of reference of the human soul, extracting away all content to lay naked the vessel and its unique nesting structure. Frames within frames, each an accurately proportioned image of its predecessor, but necessarily diminished and changed in small details by the subjective shrinking process. Like the successive images in the opposed mirrors of a barbershop. The simplicity of the frame shape and color, and absence of imagery within, focuses the viewer’s attention on the structure of the nesting, and puts the burden of responsibility for satisfaction of content-hunger directly on the viewer. The lack of hues emphasizes structure by eliminating any reliance on the color channel.

At the penultimate level, the spiral notebook is the outermost frame, startling the viewer with the fact that the regression is neither infinite nor anonymous. The artist is the ultimate outer frame, individual and idiosyncratic. All else is within his depicted imagination. But not quite! The ultimate framing level is the digitized image, conveniently used here as a method of communicating the image hundreds of miles away. But the with the side effects are that thousands can see it, and this image will remain intact long after the spiral notebook has disappeared.

TIME FOR REVIEW

On Monday, I will have my review after my month contract at http://www.FramesDirect.com. Anything cool you see is all me. ;o)
How will it go, well I believe, but one can never tell. All I know is how I feel, and tonight I feel nice. I fell I have done a good job at work, and took steps to clear my head, and figure a few things out. It's amazing thhe things you can do in the heat, especially with the lack of coffee. I have been one cupping it, and that's a stretch for me, but if you're reading this, that comes as no surprise. I like my coffee. I like my beer. I like my smokes. I like my softness. It's the simple pleasures after all ain't it? Ahh yes, the birth of the classicool. Wait for it...

OLD SOUL WINDOW

As the move has brought many changes in my life, an old soul in myself has resurfaced. I have decided to start producing art again, and this is the first installment, of many I hope. Here it is, it's old, it's dark, but it's quirky, and looks like if you look hard enough, you just might be able to make out what's inside.

JEFF & JEN 05.17.08

TURN AND FACE THE STRANGE

I think it's time, well actually it has been time for quite some time, does even make sense? Actually, no, it doesn't, I believe that my trepidation for changes, has been that I enjoy coming up with new seemingly logical ways to dispel
myself. Drrrrrrr. If that's offensive to you then, slap yourself, repeatedly, in the chest, whilst trying to bite your ear. Get it? Got it? Good. Now back to me.

I spose what LiWe was sayin last night, rings rather true. I can put up with crap for a nice piece of pie. I put up with some really CRAPPY crap for a shitty piece of pie right now. What's the difference? My morals? HA! Look at what I currently do for a living. Is that really waving my moral banner? If I am, I'm sorry, but you should start slapping me, given the first opportunity.

I can still covvet my MAC when I get home, we can have unabated sensual moments, her silver skin, touched to my pinkness, oh jeebus. I need help...

A CASE OF THE MONDAYS

Yet another monday morning for me that is not all that well. First off my accountant needs to be fired. My finances are a mess due to a mishap with a birthday card. Oh the domino effect. Oh well, I'll make it work, somehow.

Ok let me just say I am hell of jelly today for my two favorite bitches took the day off and are playing at Red Rocks. No invite! WTF? You know I would have called in sick. Oh well, I guess you needed your alone time.

Ok, poor me, yeah, I know. Well, fuck off. No one is making you read this.

AND THEY CALL IT PUPPY LOVE

Last night was like a throwback to the days of yore, with a twist. The beautiful Ms. LiWe and I had some wonderful Pho at the newest noodle house in the county before heading over to the Banff Mountain Film Festival World Tour screening at the university. On the drive over, we enjoyed some tasty brownie's that old Lop Ear had prepared for his mending leg, just days before. MMM, brownies. After the screening of the best of the best of the film fest (which was quite good), we stopped by an old school American haunt, that we had not previously been to before. Where do you find the best fries and Coca-Cola products, and a cheap hot fudge sundae? That's right Mickey D's! I found it funny that we had never been to the old arches together til now, but it was so reminiscent of the campy old tradition of Mickey D's and movies, that we just had to do it right.
We had a medium fries, a hot fudge sundae and a large Coca-Cola, complete with double sippin' straws...

THEY JUST DON'T MAKE EM' LIKE THEY USED TO…

Genesis - Land of Confusion

MY 8 BIT FRIENDS!
Well these critters sure got me going today, it's my birthday, holler, don't stop...

STYROFOAM

Well, There's nothing on TV
That will warm up your feet
As you gather your ribbons
And declare your retreat

As your shadow chases you
Mine chases me
And your sugar, and stamps, and alcohol
Hang high from a tree

Singin' Hey, remember me
I'm the one who stood up your backbone
Hey, 1, 2, 3
What will it take
For you to break, our styrofoam?

Well I hit up a high note
And asked you what do you think?
You tell me to go wash my mouth out
Away, in the sink
And perhaps I'm just not built for singing
Perhaps I'm just not built for sound

Well I'm singing Hey, look at me
I'm the one designing your clothes
Hey, What about me?
And all that I hate
I wish it'd break , like styrofoam

And, I dug at your cavity,
I fill it with gold
Because it's caps again
Back to me
And the talk it's gets old, it gets old

Hey, wait for me
I'm the one walking your slope
Hey, you wait and see
Cause it'd be great, if you'd just break
If you'd just beak
Like styrofoam

THE KING OF CARROT FLOWERS, PT. 1

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

IN THE AEROPLANE OVER THE SEA

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me

What a curious life we have found here tonight
There is music that sounds from the street
There are lights in the clouds
Anne's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees

Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all

THIS AIN'T NO FOOLIN' AROUND

That's right. I am serious, well, mostly. This ain't no party, this ain't no disco, but my camera's back now. Here's some fun from today.

IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES
I hope that doesn't mean the worst of times are around the corner. Well let me just say that I had a great weekend with the lady I love. We were laughing, talking, kissing, and visiting Argentina, wow, soooo good! I love this girl with all my heart, and things seem to be getting much better. I hope this trend continues, and that we're able to keep this honey moon going. I don't think it will be too difficult. So here's to you and here's to me, bff's we shall always be.

w00t! w00t!

HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS

As the day approaches my heart grows warmer, and yet still a bit melancholy. I can't help but smile when I here Judy Garland's haunting version of the the song. It struck a particular chord with me this year, and in a minute you'll know just why. Here are Judy's lyrics to this Christmas classic. Try and hold back your tears. Bid, this one's for you.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be
out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule-tide gay
Next year all our troubles will be
miles away
Once again as in olden days
Happy golden days of your
Faithful friends who were near to us
Will be dear to us once more
Someday soon, we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

MONDAZED
Well hello to all who are reading this, haha, that's nobody! Anywho, I just wanted to say that I am in a good mood today, and have figured some things out in my head. I realize the WATCHDOG group and the FDA still have yet to reconvene, but that's ok. Somebody once told me that absence make the heart grow fonder. I agree with that person whole-heartedly. It sure does for me, and I hope it does for her too.
I had a great weekend catching up with some old friends, and making some new ones, well just one actually. Good times were had by all, but sadly, they are never long enough. It's always good for me to speak with some oldies but goodies for they remind me of who I am, and what I want. I am ME, I want YOU. That's pretty well known though, so albeit, I want IT, if I don't get IT, I am going to be ok. A wittle sad, but hey, who isn't these days...