Best Foot Forward

I’m gonna put my best foot forward this year.

Not like last year. Not like them other years. This year’s gonna be all about my best foot.

The very best foot. Not that other foot. You know which foot I’m talking about. My not-so-good foot. My not-the-best foot. The Foot Which Shall Not Be Named. The one that’s dragged me here, kicking and screaming, into this old dead-end alley where I lie.

I have looked on down my leg from this horizontal position way, way back down in this old alleyway. I’ve said, “How is it that I got here? How is it that this situation I am in has come to pass?”

And that’s when I seen it. I saw my good foot. Not that other foot. My best foot.

A Story of Faith

She was always a believer.

A believer in God, I mean. And not just in God as Mystery, or in God as a shared dream or a cosmic game of hide-and-seek with every one of us as its players. Not God as some non-spatial, non-linear connectivity wherein time is curved light or light is frozen time.

No, Dana was always a believer in THE God. THE very left-brained, very male God of Western history. The God who put everything-but-everything that anyone ever needed to know or ever could know about himself down inside the snug confines of a single book. The God who worried a great deal over specific things like where humans stuck their bits and pieces and how many cubits wide a temple ought to be.

Clear-cut. Simple. Well-defined.

Vagilante Justice

I would love to tell you, right at the top here, yeah, next year for me will be exotic and strange. That it will be filled with spaceships and travel and pussy. I would love to tell you that, but I believe – I really and deeply believe – that this would be telling only a half-truth.   

As you know – as anyone knows if they’ve met me or if they’ve talked to me or if they’ve been around someone who has met me or talked to me – mostly this year was about selling my television pilot. There were meetings. Promises made. Rewrites and dead ends and promises broken.

I’ve worked and I’ve waited and I’ve been quite patient while other shows – lesser shows – got green lit, got produced, got premiered and then got cancelled less than six episodes in.

Five years of my life and I know how that sounds. Everyone says I should quit! Real blood. Real sweat. Real tears… and nothing but nothing to show.

But next year is the year.

Really.

Next year is really the year when Vagilante Justice  comes to your t.v.

My Top Ten Albums of 2014

I heard some great sounds in 2014 and normally this’d be the part where I’d write about them.

But it doesn’t make much sense, if you think about it, really, to go and write a bunch of words about sounds when the sounds can speak for themselves. So that is what I’m going to try and do this time around.

My Top Ten Albums of 2014 is the only year-end list you will ever need, and here it goes: