Thursday, February 27, 2003

Two Little Children

… up all night drinking beer and listening to old kyler, dekana, and figment recordings … two days and counting until i am no longer a fish …

Two Little Children

Jan Martin Borgersen, 1991,

recorded by Figment and the Rest, 1994, on Common Ground

Underneath my pillow I hide all my wishes
I don’t want to lead a life full of only near misses
And I can see your eyes as you stand next to me
And now on these lips I feel soft gentle kisses

I take your arm as we skip around the fountain
We’ve tumbled through the grass and we’ve climbed all the mountains
(mountains are ours)
And I can see your eyes as you gaze into mine
(like the stars)
Always and forever we’ll be two little children
(happy children)

I take your hand as we walk to the altar
We’re tying the knot say a prayer to God the Father
(God does hear us, child)
And I can see your eyes as you lie next to me
(no lies are said)
Always and forever we’ll be two little children
(smiling children)

Underneath my pillow I release all my wishes
I’m living a full life, full of all of my wishes
And I can see your eyes as you lie next to me
Always and forever we’ll be two little children
And I can see your eyes as you lie next to me
Always and forever we’ll be two little children

I touch you one last time as they carry you away
Lower you in the ground and they carry you away
And I can see your eyes in a memory of mine
(sweet memories)
Always and forever we were two little children

Underneath my pillow I bury my wishes
I’ve lived a full life full of all of my wishes
I can see your eyes in a picture on the wall
Always and forever we were two little children
(blessed children)
Always and forever we’ll be two little children

Friday, February 14, 2003

Leaving the Island

Aim conversation with the guy who hired me into Razf. Three years to the day after I began working here, I give notice. Happy Valentines Day.

: what if gilligan left the island and went on some other show
: what would the other castaways do?
: throughout the west coast
: there are shouts ringing
: “that’s my little buddy!”
: of course the bean counters are now having to adjust their revenue forecasts
: the implications of this are only now starting to be understood
: thank you for not making this announcement until the sbi deal was past the point of no return

Sunday, February 09, 2003

Unsurpassed comfort at home...

The best thing about the Razorfish / SBI merger happened this afternoon.

I walked out of our (now vacant) 11th St. San Francisco building this afternoon with an Aeron chair for the last-ditch price tag of $50 paid to "SBI and Company." Apparently, as you might have just read in the Salon article, the USWeb/CKS office we’re moving into on Townsend Street has plenty of their own.

If I had any more room in my car, I would have bought four more and sold them for 1000% profit (yes, one-thousand percent) on Ebay.

But this one I’m keeping. Ahhhhh. What luxury.

Saturday, February 01, 2003

Shattered

Surreal.

Awoke to images of the space shuttle Columbia disintegrating over Texas. Numb, head and lungs still aching from the chaos of last night.

Romantic, in a macabre way, this Roman Candle at 200,000 ft. fizzling into dust across a bright blue February sky. Graceful, in contrast to Challenger seventeen years ago, yet just as final.

As above, so below. This day seems meant for Roman Candles, whose outward flair and beauty are the very elements of their end.

I have some emotional soul searching to do. Road trip to Tahoe.