Empyrean Benefit Show!

(Photo by Jon Iraundegi)

To help raise the 20,000 needed for the new sprinklers at The Empyrean Coffeehouse [link] there is going to be a "Burning Down the House" two day benefit extravaganza.

Get stoked, get ready to boogie and open your wallets and purses! There are going to be cool "Burning Down the House" T-shirts available for purchase as well! There is a $7 suggested donation for the show.


Here is the line up...
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Friday..

5:15-5:45 3 Years Later..

6-6:30 Hillary Susz..

6:45-7:15 Le Train Train Quotidien..

7:30-8:00 Mon Cherie'..

8:15-8:45 The Camero’s ..

9:00-9:30 Imperial ....Sparks......

9:45-10:15 Gas Masq ..

10:30-11 Free Times Synthetic..

.. ..

Saturday..

2:15-2:45 Natural Selection..

3:00-3:30 If I Had..

3:45-4:15 Green Light Go..

4:30-4:45 The Infernal Ukulele Trio..

5:00-5:30 The Sassmatrons..

6:00-6:30 Crimson Resolve..

6:45-7:15 Executive Smack..

7:30-8:00 Bodhi Drip..

8:15-8:45 Level Zero..

9:00-9:30 MY O.D...

9:45-10:15 A. P. Victory..

10:30-11:00 ....Small.. ..Town.... Nation..

If We Listened to Mother Nature...

Mimicking Momaday

Water, I gave you dirt

expecting only clean skin in return

We ate berries and corn

together in silence

Two old souls

contemplating earth

Not so different, you and I

78% water is a good capacity for someone

Like me (fallible, fallible) to have

Leaps and bounds free us both

(down, down) at each others’ feet

Piecing together molecules to make your clothes

We fought hard for rivers

with our bare hands

Stood together in front of God

Or as they say Buddha Jehovah Allah

The sedition is not the only thing that matters

But it was never too much for us to ask

Of this earth that carries our skin

takes it back and forth and then

around again to all places we go

To the rooms where shadows quake

To the heart of kicked-off shoes

Forgotten till morning comes

You and I, Water, would

never abandon these pieces

that we have made whole

moving the familiar

and continued breathing

of lungs

Friends and Friends

"Friends find their essential unity in their profound and exhilarating belief in the pervasive presence of God and in the continuing responsibility of each person and worshiping group to seek the leading of the Spirit in all things."


-New England Yearly Meeting 1985
Society of Friends (Quakers)

This quote is flexible. The "profound and exhilarating belief in the pervasive presence of God" can be interpreted as a joining together under the ideas of care, sharing and love (now I sould like I am naming Care Bears!). Friends are to be there for one another and support each others ideas, pursuits and be honest when it has to be said. I might be over thinking this but the quote struck me and asked to be shared.

When Christopher Howell Says Write...

...a four stanza poem where each stanza starts with "The moon" and has more than 3 stressed syllables and no more than 5 stressed syllables, you do it. This is my attempt.

I Was His Fiddle

The moon kissed me and followed me home.

Untraditional lovers met.

I didn’t want to be rude.

The moon ate all of my cereal,

burped and sat on the couch.

He was at home.

The moon led me astray

to the bedroom of my own.

No door ever held so hard.

The moon left me in quilts

sewn by my daughters.

Only darkness came through the doorway.

J.McIntyre

Old School is New School.

This is my current house phone.

In a time when most people are ditching their landline phones in favor of all cell service, I go to Target, see the crazy amount of money they are asking for cordless phone batteries ($14.99 PER HANDSET!) and instead spend $5.99 on this beauty. I am also currently scouring eBay for an old Desk phone (preferrably in black, blue or green).

In addition to this phone conundrum, I have to find a new cell phone plan before Halloween and it is proving expensive and difficult. I am not good with all of the "21st century" stuff.

July 24th, 2009.

Wake.

Cereal.

Coffee.

Bike to Whitworth Presbyterian.

Stop at library to return books.

Bike Home.

Check email.

Talk to boss on the phone..

Drive to work.

Work.

More Coffee.

Drive home.

Bike back to Whitworth Presbyterian.

Bike back home.

Mow Lawn.

Shower.

Dishes.

Start a load of laundry.

Make dinner.

Read Middlesex.

Watch "I Could Never Be Your Woman."

Change Laundry.

Read more Middlesex.

Sleep.

Poetry Trajectory

Unplugged

Passion

for passion.

Fire.

Eat fire.

The long lasting drops of agave

will sustain nothing without

a body.

A body full of

radiators

and HEPA filters

magic and dirt.

Empty cavern

tossed with

leaves of gray and green.

The old and new making

hunger.

The last time is

always the last time

until the next time

comes along.

J. McIntyre