Tilling

10 Apr

Softer for medium.
Harder for shallow.

Parallel passes across.
Adjust to deepest setting
perpendicular passes to first pass rows.

8 inches deep.

~Edward Austin Robertson

Two Years

10 Apr

The passage of time
reflected in the buildings, streets and faces.
Enough time to embrace them
warts and all.
Enough time to love
the people
not the places.

~Edward Austin Robertson

Junk Food

10 Apr

Doritos, Fritos, Takis, and hot Cheetos
Lard in the beans, grade F meat in the burritos
That MSG
Sapping your energy
Distract you from the industry
damage your authenticity
Synergy
And synchronicity
Apathy
Complacency is killing me
ya feeling me?
Its still in me
Instilled in me
We willingly kill for free
While they kill for fee.

~Edward Austin Robertson

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Bombing the Oread

9 Apr

Unintentionally
bombing
potentially
speeding my way into the infirmary
wobbly
wobbling
my board keeps shaking
weaving my way in and out traffic
quick decisions I’m making
better off crashing into the sidewalk
to have some scrapes than be a vegetable who can’t talk.
Deeply breathing
gotta stay calm
or the ground will be beneath me
too late to step off
they’ll scrape me off the cement with
a lotta skin left off.
By now if I eat it
they’ll prolly have to take me off
life support.
I’m fucked if I freak out now
no way to slow down; nobody showed me how.
Broken board? Broken wrist?
Neither, just a grass stain
hurt ego pushed aside
didn’t feel no real pain.
Still in one piece.
Time to exhale.
I get to walk away
from one of my biggest fails.

~Edward Austin Robertson

Young Lady with the Shiba Inu

9 Apr

It was the neighbor’s dog that took me
back to that last conversation
at some diner downtown.

Saying goodbye,
kissing and holding her lovely fingers
in my hands.
The knot inside my stomach
telling me not to leave–
that our momentary happiness
would disappear once I got on the bus
and left her country.

Whether I had stayed or not did not matter.
My head was so far up my own ass
there was no way it could have worked out–
no matter how ready I thought I was.

I’m not embarrassed about my feelings.
It was definitely on.
Although I am embarrassed about what followed–
the letter exchanges,
cooing and babbling about
singing to out future children,
and a goddamned Shiba Inu puppy.

It should have never gotten that far.
I should have left her at the diner
and left that week in her city,
in her city.

I have since gotten (slightly)better about learning when to let go;
especially where it concerns women.
The truth is I never wanted a Shiba Inu
in the first place.
I’m a Siberian Husky man myself.
I just thought it was a packaged deal.

~Edward Austin Robertson

Off Limits

7 Apr

She sat a perched the sofa
one hand propped against her cheek,
face tilted; arctic eyes piercing at 3 ‘o clock,
body angled symmetrically,
feet dangling ,
legs curled behind her thighs
and buttocks.

A younger version of me would have gotten myself in trouble.
18 yr old me would have pined over her
agonizingly in my bedroom,
writing sappy poetry;
trying to find a word to rhyme with Eros.
25 yr old me would have
driven myself crazy trying to bed her and keep her.

I don’t miss those days.
I still wince embarrassingly of the times
when I shot at every game that I liked.
I appreciate being at an age where I can delight in a lady’s presence
and not have to get in their pants.

But if the opportunity presented itself,
I’m not sure I’d have been able to say no.
Though I respected her boyfriend
–a wonderful young man
witty and understated–
it didn’t stopped me from fantasizing
about rubbing the small of her back,
kissing her bare neck,
then making love as if we were two ballerinas.

Only now can I project far enough ahead to know
there aren’t many positive outcomes
for such delicate situations
if you aren’t equipped to handle them.

But sometimes………
on the right days…..
when I’m felt at my most Alpha………
I found it extremely difficult to be alone with her.

Thank God for experience.

~Edward Austin Robertson~

Sunny

6 Apr

Watching the Elite Eight
on our front porch
with Geo and Maged.

Checking out a girl on the roof
giving us upskirt shots.

Sometimes happiness comes so easily.

~Edward Austin Robertson

Groan

6 Apr

Sleep.
I need more.
In the dead of winter
I’ll take food and warmth
when I can.
But sleep.
I don’t want to need it.
And where would I sleep
if I stopped going to work?

Time to get out of bed.

~Edward Austin Robertson

I binge watched “Eastbound and Down” this week and I have no regrets

4 Apr

Despite what people may say, there are certain advantages to being late on certain TV shows. I remember being early to the party on television shows such as “Spawn” and “Archer” and the impatience I felt from week to week between episodes. I hated waiting for the next episode. I hated the dread I would feel, looking at our house clock and seeing there was only five minutes left until the wait would begin again. I have a friend who watched “True Detective” when the first episode aired and he couldn’t contain himself. It would be all he talked about until 9:00 pm on Sunday nights, when the next episode would be available.

When I went to visit him over spring break, I was able to watch it all in one full swoop. I’m glad I did it too, the wait would have killed me. I started out just wanting to watch a little bit of the first episode, but it was clear ten minutes into it that I was not going to stop until I’d seen all eight. I started watching late on a Sunday night, I was done with it by Tuesday morning (And yes it IS that good).

Back when “Eastbound and Down” first aired in 2009, I didn’t have HBO, and it wasn’t even on my radar. I’d heard about it, but what I’d heard wasn’t enough to make me go out of my way to check it out. A recent conversation with a friend struck me as a ringing endorsement for the show. Clips like this and this piqued my interest enough to finally download the whole series. This way I could watch it at my own pace, and just veg out. I’m so happy that I did.

Initially the show comes off as a spoof on a solipsistic baseball pitcher named Kenny Powers (played by Danny McBride), a person without an ounce of self awareness. The show follows him from him at the top of his game to his descent into the minors, and eventually back on his comeback bid. Admittedly the show is full of cheap laughs, dick and pussy jokes, foul language and goofy drug gags, and plenty of gratuitous nudity. However, by episode 4 the plot and character development gets deeper than what is initially presented. At times, Powers is a sympathetic character, most of the time he is a horse’s ass. What is refreshing is that as a main character, Kenny is fallible and remarkably flawed.

Despite the nasty mullet perm, and packing a bulge in his belly, Danny McBride lends a certain swag to his role as Powers that is both awesome and sometimes infuriating. Even though Powers has at least one laughable tantrum after another, he always learns a lesson, and he always apologizes. The show is funny, and oftentimes painful to watch. There are even a few tear-jerking scenes that manage to not be over the top (Yes I cried once or twice).

Rarely do you get a chance to see a show where the hero is so flawed, and keeps fucking up his own chances to redeem himself. Yet, as humans this is normally how the story arc plays out. The reality of his struggles is endearingly entertaining, and the best part of this story is that Kenny Powers never gives up. No matter how many times he fucks up, Kenny still has the hubris to not give up on ‘sucking his dream’s dick.”
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Its a great show and worth the 540 minutes (only 3 seasons–6 episodes a piece). There are some great cameos throughout by people who you’d never have imagined seeing, but each cameo is fucking perfect. Peep game if you haven’t already. You don’t even have to be a baseball fan to enjoy it.

Geeking out on Pinata

23 Mar

I’m feeling these new Madlib/Freddie Gibbs tracks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwC5ePDNkp0

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