Sunday, December 31, 2017
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Monday, December 4, 2017
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Foo Fighters and Robot Fighting
We went to Des Moines to see the Foo Fighters, who put on an amazing 2.5 hour long show! You'd think after 2.5 hours it would get kind of old, but Dave Grohl is one entertaining dude. Super fun show that went by too quickly. The Struts–from Derbyshire, England–opened for them and I was surprised at how many of their songs I actually knew.
The next day we visited all of our old haunts like Grays Lake, our old house, the Drake hood, the Brass Armadillo (everyone is talking about 'em), Cynthia's old house, the Salisbury neighborhood, downtown where we used to work, and the place we used to housesit. So many good memories! It's crazy how many things have changed/disappeared, but it's cool to see how much some of the parts of town have improved. Our old house definitely hasn't improved... unfortunately the people who bought it from us have really let it go. But they're raising chickens in the backyard, so that's... cool.
And for your viewing pleasure: vintage robots fighting.
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Along the Grove
there is a restlessness amongst the trees
and leaves that thrash like ancient wings
as they beckon, sway, taunt, and tease
attempting to conjure the strangest things
the grove speaks a riddle, i hear it now
reciting each word in a rattling whisper
a single tale told by a thousand boughs
its maddening lore of summer and winter
its story grows in earnest with time
crawling through dark pages and memories
mocking the listener through nursery rhyme
an unending account of secret treacheries
well i am not afraid of the dark anymore
nor the phantoms in their jagged nest
the wispy figments of my youthful lore
my confident step they can attest
a billowing wind makes the earth shudder
mischievously fooling my mind and eyes
sweeping away lost fragments of summer
on an eastern gale autumn's voices rise
i leave it behind me, unshaken still
stowed firmly away in my mind's alcove
for the haunt in my bones that always will
and the song that calls from along the grove
and leaves that thrash like ancient wings
as they beckon, sway, taunt, and tease
attempting to conjure the strangest things
the grove speaks a riddle, i hear it now
reciting each word in a rattling whisper
a single tale told by a thousand boughs
its maddening lore of summer and winter
its story grows in earnest with time
crawling through dark pages and memories
mocking the listener through nursery rhyme
an unending account of secret treacheries
well i am not afraid of the dark anymore
nor the phantoms in their jagged nest
the wispy figments of my youthful lore
my confident step they can attest
a billowing wind makes the earth shudder
mischievously fooling my mind and eyes
sweeping away lost fragments of summer
on an eastern gale autumn's voices rise
i leave it behind me, unshaken still
stowed firmly away in my mind's alcove
for the haunt in my bones that always will
and the song that calls from along the grove
Saturday, October 21, 2017
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