Substitute Blogger

So I am the substitute blogger today, subbing on call for Mr. Horton, who I believe
has called in sick today for his blog.  I think he's playing hooky, however, simply
not wishing to make a post about anything of relevance today, busy doing other
priorities such as moving stuff around, running errands, blah, blah.  So, you are
free to just work on whatever you want today!

-Mr. Michener (Don't you hate when people have names you're not exactly sure
how to pronounce?)

P.S. Just kidding, I wrote this. 

Rodent Taste

I worked a job where we had a pot of animal crackers set out
for the people who showed up, but it was in the middle of the
forest, and squirrels actually started stealing the animal crackers
and running off with them.  They started acting more and more
like l'il crackheads, because why would a squirrel need sugar?

Recently, I had some leftover holiday chex mix, and I thought
it was unfortunate that squirrels didn't know how to make chex
mix, because squirrels and chipmunks would probably really like it.
Don't you think?

Nu-food

Is anybody hungry?

We made some curry tonight (well, I only just shopped for

some of the ingredients, lost amongst the aisles)

If you wish, we'll upload it to the new site- www.virtualfood.com

and you can download a dish- we just solved world hunger here!

Brief Briefing in Boxer Shorts

Yes, so we just released Broken Wing by Sad Sad Bicycle (aka songwriter Sai Esquivel Lomas) and if you haven't checked it out yet (Lo-Fi Till I Die is written underneath Broken Wing) hop on over to www.williecryrecords.com  or  http://sadsadbicycle.bandcamp.com  where you can stream the entire thing and download it by naming your own price.  I forget at the moment if the download minimum is free or one buck, because thoughts of many projects, both mine and friends', are swirling in my noggin. If you have happened to check out the new album, then know that the lyrics have just been posted on the Bandcamp page.  Strange how a certain song can seem unintelligible, then you read the lyrics while listening to it, and it all suddenly seems so clear and how was this not so obvious?

If anyone is in the OKC area, come out to Will Rogers Theatre on Sunday night, January 15th, for a free screening unveiling of "? the movie,"  which I actually wrote, directed and produced, though it's advertised as "Alexander Anonymous." Don't know where these things come from, but the drawing of Alexander Anonymous is an Eskimo, and I thought it strange, an Eskimo director.  Then, I relistened to The Songs Of Leonard Cohen, and there's a verse about "An Eskimo showed me a movie..." and I thought about Leonard and Alexander knowing each other.  It screens at 7:30 pm.  I think Gilbert Brayenstein may make an appearance.

(Below, Alexander Anonymous's only official comic strip.  He only worked in the comic strip business for one day.  He wasn't paid, so who can blame him?  Just because he's drunk all the time doesn't mean he's anybody's schmuck.  Swiped from the Gardes' website.)

Excerpt From My Red Hardback

Happy New Year!

Check out the new release by Sad Sad Bicycle, Broken Wing, available here at this magic click of the button!

excerpt from a book of poems-in-progress, I'd like to finish and publish one of these years:

(damn, I hate when I'm trying to type something from a book that's written long-hand, and the book won't stay open, so I place some object on it to keep the cover from closing, and then the slick object slides off, so finally I balance it all like Philippe Petit (not quite that good))

Poetry doesn't sell
I heard the proprietor tell
especially from the new and unheard of
only the classic poets
and not even they sell all that much
so I hear
though I believe it
These days, everything is "free,"
generally speaking,
for the common man is a pirate
A casual, internet tune thief,
f'rinstance,
though even I hail this D.I.Y. network
and contemplate notions of a gift economy
even I believe that sharing is good
though it can complicate matters 
for sure
Nowadays, everyone is "famous"
and what really sells
besides necessities (so-called ones)
and addictions?
Entertainment and recreation?
Does everything have a price?
Can you really sell your soul?
Some things are priceless
Who could sell a cloud?
Poetry is like a cloud.


          ***


This is just one of many that are scrawled in a red hardback book that I began about
6 years ago and like almost everything else becomes part of the whirlwind, one of a
many-headed monster, so maybe one of these busy, busy days of busier years it'll be complete.