It’s a Good Night for the Blues

I punch in the code for the alarm and step out of the office. The door shuts and I give it a little push to make sure it has clicked shut.

It’s been a long day. I walk out to the car park where my car sits alone. The sun is behind the trees.

I light a cigarette. Place my butt on the car. I am transported to San Jose. It’s a good night for the Blues.

Stevens Creek Boulevard, JJ’s. It’s a dive bar. Officially too. I know – I saw it listed on the Facebook page for the world’s best dive bars.

Outside are the smokers. Some with cigarettes. The bar’s official poet is putting on an impromptu spoken-word performance.

I start reading the posters taped to the door. A recording artist will be performing on Saturday; $10 cover charge. Today’s Tuesday. Jam night.

The door opens. Someone comes out to join the smokers. On one side, there’s a bar lining the wall. Below the pictures of the Blues greats that have played here, are the wallflowers sitting on stools, tapping a foot to the beat of the music. In between them, islands of beers going flat while their owners move around on the small dance floor.

A few tables and then there’s the bar with a few regulars executing their multi-year plan to seduce the bar maid. Only a few taps. The selection is limited. You go to JJ’s for the music. For the Blues.

I put out my cigarette, open the door. My voyage to California is over. I start the car and go home.

20 Minute Stream of Consciousness

Brain - Lobes20 minutes of stream of consciousness writing. A real challenge for myself.

I tend to filter everything. Small comments etc. This is not a comfortable exercise for me but I’ve decided to follow through on the challenge. I signed up for writing 101 to get more practice writing and to get better. The only way to get the value I want out of this is to do the exercises even if they leave me feeling uncomfortable.

The neon above me is blinking and distracting me. It is dying but not yet dead; I tried taking it out the other day but it wouldn’t budge. I was afraid I’d end up breaking it. Here I went through the trouble of turning off the music so that I could do this without having my mind wander and I’ve got this blink, blink, blink sound. Wish the stupid bulb would blow already.

I’m going to get up and turn off the light.


Now I feel less aggravated but more stressed. Nothing is keeping me from pouring out my stream of consciousness. No more excuses though I feel the stream is dry.

Amazing all the noises in an office when you turn off everything. A colleague speaking on the phone. The shredder working. The postman rings; Time for the mail pickup. Postman rings once, not twice here. That means the admin was quick enough.

Tempted to go back and correct my text. Some of it looks interesting. A little bit gonzo; Two three potential pieces of fiction. Not complete pieces. Just parts.

I like the sentences that drop in with a few interesting tidbits; It has the rhythm of some the beatnik poetry crossed with what’s-his-face’s gonzo journalism.

I dislike forgetting names and facts. I’m trying to think of his name and it’s Truman Capote that comes to mind. Now, I’ve got it, Hunter S. Thompson.

I remember a friend commenting on the quality of Hunter’s acid. He was thinking it couldn’t be very strong if he was able to go to sleep just a few hours after taking a trip. I didn’t think it was worthwhile, nor did I have the time to fill in all the details, but I know that if someone is tripping as often as Hunter S. Thompson was doing it, it’s possible to sleep. The body is tired and the mind is used to its altered state. Explaining how I know this was not something I had the time or place to go into. Not that I ever was as extreme as Hunter S. but I knew more than one extremist – guys that could never do things half way. Like a macho contest. Not that I was a choir boy either. Like one of my favourite sayings goes “everything in moderation including extremism.” Meaning, I will do something extreme every once in a while but not always; Ah the stories I could but won’t tell. It also helps that the 20 minutes are up ☺

Battle For The Net

If you woke up tomorrow, and your internet looked like this, what would you do? Imagine all your favorite websites taking forever to load, while you get annoying notifications from your ISP suggesting you switch to one of their approved “Fast Lane” sites. Think about what we would lose: all the weird, alternative, interesting, and enlightening stuff that makes the Internet so much cooler than mainstream Cable TV. What if the only news sites you could reliably connect to were the ones that had deals with companies like Comcast and Verizon? On September 10th, just a few days before the FCC’s comment deadline, public interest organizations are issuing an open, international call for websites and internet users to unite for an “Internet Slowdown” to show the world what the web would be like if Team Cable gets their way and trashes net neutrality. Net neutrality is hard to explain, so our hope is that this action will help SHOW the world what’s really at stake if we lose the open Internet.If you’ve got a website, blog or tumblr, get the code to join the #InternetSlowdown here: else, here’s a quick list of things you can do to help spread the word about the slowdown: Get creative! Don’t let us tell you what to do. See you on the net September 10th!

via Battle For The Net.