el mol

The Given Geography

I misjudged you sir.  Here is my public apology and celebration of a genius song.  Thank you and tell your girlfriend I am sorry again for taking the last Red Stripe.  I will buy next time.

In with spaces, out with cartography.
We may see the change today.
We will run the videos and photography
Just to prove the things that you may say.
And we listened as you told us
all the phrases to your anthems.
Navigate the given geography
and grace the news flash today.
Redirect the fate of this humanity.
Some kind of hero at large.
            Will Johnson, Centromatic

Look closer and be patient.

viva sound and fury . . . you were correct sir.

Phoebe has a sister

Mr and Mrs MOL Junior have given brith to

MariAn Grace Fauss
8:22 AM
7lbs, 3 ozs, 20.5 inches

Congrats fauss . . . .

viva new life

Cars break down . . .

Go two hundred fifteen paces down SE 9th to the corner of yesterday and tomorrow.  You arrive on time and probably will leave a tad bit early.  Feel free to refuse a round or two but gossip will tell a very different story.  Have a laugh at the expense of your underpaid referees.  His Jimmy Buffet is your harmonic convergence.   Stop blistering the sun cracked numb inside.

There is a drunk Asian American who is speaking fluent German.  You are amused and he is endearing. Sing happy birthday to your brother and lock arms with your wife.  Say hello and goodbye to another fading friend.  Tip the bottle and bite the lime.

Load your pistol and shoot at tin cans and a crazy malicious rat in your backyard.  Take pride in your ridiculous redneck heritage because it’s time for a hillbilly stomp.  Let people look close and laugh.  The heart of judgment is jealousy.

Ask your buddy’s wife gently and throw a pre party at your house.   Serve fajitas and margaritas early and often.  Invite a few new friends into the center of your mythical illusion.  Take a look over your shoulder, your coal black soul has come alive.

Not at this address

You have lived across the street for 8 years.  You have shared driveways and parking spaces.  You brought chocolate cookies one Christmas to build a bridge.  But apparently he has no idea what your name is or how to walk across the street to hand you the inadvertently delivered mail.  Welcome to America.

You have a kitty under your house and a jackass for a father.  You are running from your boyfriend who will move in with you after your overprotective Dad leaves.  I guess victims love company.  But to hell with your neighbors, ignore their waves and offers to help.  You have your own life.  There is a circus on Belmont.

So roll past that house to an illegal art gallery.  At least there was an invitation and a gathering.  It is the second ever on this street in eight years.  Walk in with sawdust on your jorts and shellac under your fingernails.  You are self conscious sipping your wine in a plastic cup and horrified to look closer at a well-endowed Jesus on a cross.  Begin counting down from 100 to your departure. George Bush does not belong at an Al Gore rally.  High five.

You work 80 hours a week and your kind neighbor struggles with English and his two sets of twins.  Your wife is out of town but you have Sunday off from the forklift.  You accept his invitation to a Pinata party.  His darling little girls turn 6.  You sit in your plastic chair and sip soda.  It is a neighborhood mash up.  Tattoos and espanol.

You were judged when you moved into the neighborhood.  One mans treasure is another mans prison sentence.  But you will keep your bronco.  Several Bud Lights later and a trip to play Golden Tee returns a fan on your porch.  The sheriff has your back from a driveway three doors down.

Go easy Mr. idealistic as you move again.  It is a new day for sure.  Leave behind the hard times and make new genius times.  Walk your dogs on the shady street.  Invite yourself to a barbeque or two.  Keep your mini fridge full.  Hey Arboreal, here comes el mol.  Tighten your lug bolts. 

Ode to a sort of friend

Complete and mind numbing boredom.  You wait impatiently and inconsiderately until a topic surfaces and you erupt like a small child trying to wake his parents up on Christmas morning.  Do anything and including over talking to get your point across.  Careful you will shut down the room.  Better yet, ideas will become plans.  Feel free to repent.

You made your phone call and offered an apology and encouragement but nothing can stop the freight train that is mid life course correction.  Get directions to your local Hummer or Harley shop.  Put a lift kit on and dye your hair.  Stay away from hookers and cocaine. Because when the wind starts blowing from the east again you will return, even refugees retrace their steps.

Read a historical book on being a servant and make things up.  Anyone can write a book and schedule a lecture.  Don’t read the chapter because your life has become to full and Belushi always sounds more interesting.  There is Chatter on Africa and genocide in the east.  Make no excuses.

Spend your days working with your friends and fight for what is right.  Go see a film at noon and receive a kind thank you.  You will see your dreams come true looking into the past.  Clean your swimming pool and push your dog in when he's not looking.  Lock him out of the house and laugh.  He's wet and you're right.  Life is short. 

This is for The Rooster really . . . and PlaceMatt

He will appreciate this I am sure.  But I stole this from Matt Linebargers blog.  Matt (the one on the left) is the second half of the Linebarger Skillman equation.  He is equally as genius in different ways and my wife constantly tells me I need to be nice to him.  Apparently I am not and he misses the fact that I love him.

Here is a an interesting look at the Al Gore Inconvenient Truth stuff.  Fight through or fast forward through the first two minutes of the guest girlfriend flirting session and at minute 2 there is an important video to watch.

Viva The Force

Three chords and the truth

If linebarger played the song below at the next Day on the Green I would need to where Depends . . .

Viva PassiveMomentum

I am not afraid

There is no beginning and no end but there certainly is a starting place.  On a roof in deep ellum with your bowl of cereal and your dog you can see the future.  Here’s to you Steve Jobs, we cannot see that far.  But thank you for having the courage and for taking us with you.

There is a mysterious man with a very kind wife on a triple date.  Time will not separate because genuine people are worth keeping track of.  Give a phone call to your future because he will be far more genius than you could ever imagine.  A Home Depot forklift is no match for breakfast at Cindi’s with an awkward crowd talking about portfolios.  I prefer midlife deconstruction at Snuffers north.

You are my greener pastures
You are my quiet waters

You’re a cartoon, she’s a full moon

Squat low on your M-16 dripping with sweat and jungle rot.  You have the charisma to take over the world but you are stuck in a dead end cluster fuck where there is no match for an AK-47 pointed from foliage you cannot see through and an escape tunnel you cannot fit into.  Don’t give in to fear.

Fast-forward the sand in your face.  A police force cannot keep all the oil containers full.  The answer is not found in numbers but brilliance and grace. Burn salt water in your bronco and send your gasoline engine to hell.  Bury your bitterness and rebuild.

Go back, sing long and loud to those brave bodies who always die to keep our dreams alive.  There is a Mongolian child huddled in a yurt getting ready for three great games.  Put your 12 year old on a horse until the mare collapses from exhaustion.  Sharpen your arrows and put on your brightest colors because college students will only laugh at your simplicity and grace.   Look closer.

So vote your heart and don’t let the reductionists convince you.  The world is wide-open and cannot be explained by Ralph or Potsie.  Stay cool, put your leather jacket on and roll up your sleeves.  Your work has just begun.

el mol announces M.O.L Jr. Alt Country Fest

el mol gladly announces a set at White Rock Coffee that he is completely responsible for orchestrating as Jr's Mgr . . . . please come, White Rock Coffee in Dallas . . . google it, its off NW HWY. Anonymous bring the Mrs. If you leave now you can make it. viva alt country