Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The trail goes almost straight up the incline is rather severe, there are towering pine trees lining either side of the narrow path, and each step that you take towards the summit becomes more labored than the ones taken previously. The path bends and flattens out for about one hundred or so feet before you start climbing again, and once again you find yourself climbing straight up. You walk another fifty feet when a wild deer darts out in front of you, you can almost feel your heart stop as it curiously gives you a glance before it disappears into the woods. After the next fifty feet of the climb you can begin to feel your calves burning, tightening up, so around the next bend you decide to stop and rest awhile, sitting on a log you notice a small family of raccoon’s across the path busy with life, one of them spots you and they all disappear into the under brush.
It makes you forget about the pain in your legs momentarily, until you stand up to finish your hike up the trail. You get the picture, nature in all of its pristine beauty. That is until you get to the summit, where the lake is. The shore line is littered with candy wrappers and beer cans and empty fish bait containers. And the farther you go around the shoreline the more you see evidence that people have been there. Getting back down the trail is a lot easier than getting up it. You get back to your car and drive back to the city to where you live. And the closer you get to other humans the more the scenery changes.
Less earth, more asphalt. Less trees, more buildings, less silence, more cars, less animals more people. The closer you get to where we are, we being humans, anyone with half a brain could see how fucked up we’re becoming more and more as time passes. We build walls as sound barriers just so they can become littered with graffiti. We build more houses to accommodate our insatiable appetite for breeding more and more children, and our disease spreads across the planet scorching the landscape with more and more track houses, condo’s and high rises all for the sake of getting a better view, leaving behind us what we built yesterday to fall into decay and creating even more urban waste.
We can build almost anything that the human imagination can inspire, but we suck at taking care of it. The evidence is as plain as the nose on your face. Take a good long look. Its in the air we breath, its in the water we bathe in and drink. There are many species on this planet that are being pushed to the very brink of extinction, and what is even more sad than that is there are some people in this world who still refuse to believe that the things that people are doing to the earth have absolutely nothing to do with any of it. Yeah I know, it probably sounds a bit preachy but hey- it makes sense to me.
Anthony Timmons 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
When I was a kid- oh snap! This already sounds bad, the way we entertained ourselves was largely dependent on the type of weather we were having. If the weather complied and the sun was out and doing its job the sky was the limit. Fishing, hiking, bike riding, crawdad hunting, or perhaps a rousing game of army- or cowboys and Indians. Oh to be a child! But if it was raining, we were basically screwed. Soon after mum got wind of our antics she’d decided that cowboys and Indians, or playing army was making us way too violent so she would instruct us to find other ways to amuse ourselves. Well there was only so much entertainment that the technology of the time would afford a ten year old kid with the attention span of a rock. Listen to the transistor radio, or watch television that only had three channels that had decent reception.
Somehow, somewhere, I must have been not paying attention, or maybe its something else entirely that is the problem. See the older I get, the easier that it seems it is for shit to sneak up on me. The first time that I saw someone walking down the street yakking on the phone I was like; “Whoa! What in the heck is that?” I would always get that same look, like I had some sort of ugly growth protruding from my forehead.
“It’s a cellular phone man! I can’t talk now, I only have a half an hour of battery life!”
so basically there were these strange looking people walking around talking into these things that looked like bricks, that cost (In 1984) around $2500 to $3000 and in some cases even more. And I’ll never forget the advent of video games. It seemed like I was just getting used to playing Pong on the television, and the next thing I know people are raving about this thing called; “The NES” the Nintendo Entertainment System.
The first computer that I ever saw was something that someone told me was a Commodore 64, with 64 kilobytes of random access memory and standard with micro soft basic, it was top of the line. It wasn’t until somewhere around the time that the compact disc was being force fed to the masses, that I firmly slammed both feet on the brakes. Wait-a-minute! What happened to the cassette tape? Where are my LP’s? what ever happened to 8 track tapes? What? record players are for old folks? I drug my feet, for the longest time, slowly as all of my friends one at a time moved like zombies towards the warm glow of the computer screens, video games and the compact disc players. I resisted. I resisted that is until it became harder to find the most important thing in the world to me on the medium of my choosing, a lot of the music that I was listening to wasn’t available on cassette or LP’s. the bastards had me painted into a corner. If I wanted the tunes, it was time to pay the dealer, which meant I had to man up and buy a compact disc player.
From that point on, I held up rather well. I held out for the tried and true in every aspect of my life, like a desperate man Jockeying for position around the last life boat aboard the Titanic just before it kissed the ocean floor, I clung whole hog to the comfortable and the familiar. and then something quite unexpected happened, I started to watch a cable network called: “Tech TV.” I quickly became hooked on it, and in late 2004 I bought the computer that I still own. And in the short time span between then and now, I have watched many times in horror as technology continues to move and progress at astonishing speeds.What was state of the art yesterday has become a dinosaur practically overnight. It changes so fast- in fact, that all of the slick little techno gadgets that we buy today are practically obsolete by the time that we get the frackin box open. It makes one wonder what computer designers will come up with next. Voice activated computers? Thought activated computers? I swear the technology is changing so fast, any day now I expect to find myself standing on the sidewalk behind some nitwit that is bent over trying to receive a fax through his butt. Sometimes Technology makes me want to pull my hair out.
Anthony Timmons- 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sometimes I marvel at it..
Want to kiss it.
Want to hug it.
Say wonderful nurturing supportive things to it.
Sometimes I wonder how I ever got along without it.
I write with it.
Play with it.
Talk to it.
Listen to it.
Call it names.
Curse at it.
And sometimes I want to
Throw it on the ground
And stomp on it.
Slander its reputation.
Throw it out the window.
Drop it off in the middle of the freeway.
Run over it.
Drag it up and down the street.
All because I know that
It laughs at me.
Plots against me.
Secretly prays for me to fail.
Deletes my files.
Hides my photo’s.
Watches Porn while I’m at work.
Prays for my ruination
Undermines my self esteem.
Pokes fun at my spelling.
Calls me names.
Goes through my things whenever I’m
Not at home.
This beige little bastard spawn of Satan.
That I love so dearly and have become
So hopelessly addicted to.
I’m gonna go shoot myself now.
or hit myself in the head with a tack hammer.
I haven't decided which yet.
I'll let you know.
Anthony B Timmons 2011