Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Hot Beverages

A character sketch.....

Chapter 1

Minnie had a stupid name.
Luckily, to make up for it, she had a nice face with high cheekbones, pretty blue eyes and a curt smile.
Having a smokin' body didn't hurt either.
You wouldn't notice these things right away though, for Minnie was kind of a geek.
She was on the computer a lot.
She played video games.
She watched "Adult Swim" on Cartoon Network.
She got all her news from the "Daily Show."
She loved Nerds....the candy. Well, I suppose you could say she loved the other kind of nerds too.
Minnie was such a geek.

Minnie also had a plethora of personality quirks.
She loved mint chocolate chip ice cream but spit out the chocolate chips.
Oh if only they made it without those pesky little things that stuck to her teeth and annoyed the crap out of her.
She went out and did her "fun shopping" at occult shops to look for the perfect blend of essential oils since there was no perfume in existence that suited her. As a matter of fact, her skin always had some chemical reaction with the alcohol in them that mutated the scent into toxic fumes that gave her a headache and burned her nasal passages.
She also liked hazelnut lattes from Starbucks, with two pumps hazelnut, not three and no foam.
Totally high maintenance geek.

She kept to herself most of the time when she was in public unless she was asking for the time. She was late to everything, even if she was running early. Everyday she went to work - sometimes rushing out the door at 8:35am, sometimes leaving at 8:10am and leisurely stopping by Starbucks across the street from work.

Minnie had a thing for a man. It was a man that she saw at the coffee shop every morning at 8:45am.
He was a skinny man but he carried himself in a very dignified way, always looking as if he had very important things to do that day yet had all the time in the world to do them. He wore a long, black trench coat - business class - and his matching black hair had a generic upper-middle-class style: short, clean cut, moderately gelled back. His eyes looked black too, but more than likely they were probably dark brown. His jawline was square, but his face seemed narrow, bony and permanently serious. He was not an exceptionally handsome man, but he was somewhat mysterious, obviously confident, and definitely not one who wished to be in the spotlight for any reason.

Minnie caught herself staring into space at her table that morning. She wondered what his voice sounded like. Come to think of it, she never even heard him order his coffee, and she had seen him in there everyday for months. It was if he walked in unnoticed by everyone, except her of course, took off his black leather gloves, removed his wallet from his pocket and by the time he'd gotten the money out the coffee was in front of him and he paid for it. Then he briskly walked out.

Today she did not order a hazelnut latte.
She wanted something different.
She wanted something exotic.
She wanted something more exciting.
She ordered a chai tea latte with cream.
It was thick and spicy.
Her pale-face man with dark clothes and features walked in.
He was late.
He tapped his black shoe at the counter as he waited for someone to take his order.
When the barista walked over to him, he spoke, "I would like a large coffee, black, and a slice of banana-nut bread....for here."
She was intrigued.
The man sat down with his goodies two tables over.
Minnie replayed his voice over and over in her head. It was a much softer voice than she had imagined. It was masculine, but it was soft and comforting, which made him all the more fascinating. Somehow his gentle voice did not fit his mysterious nature....but then perhaps it did. He was not brutishly strong looking, his demeanor was not impatient, erratic or overly-dominating. He was cool, calm, collected....he was awake and aware of his surroundings but not terribly rushed by them. Minnie imagined he must be incredibly sharp-witted, if not cold and calculating.

She walked over to him with her intoxicating, spicy beverage, "Do you know what time it is?"
"8:53," he said.
"May I sit down?"
He looked at her for a moment. I mean really looked at her, past the silk curtains of golden-brown hair in her face, past the brown eye shadow and mascara, and straight into the ocean of her eyes and he arched his eyebrow, "Sure."
"What's your name? If I may ask."
"Mark Denton. And who might you be?"
"Eh, my name is Minnie....Minnie Watts."
"Nice to meet you. I see you in here quite a bit."
Minnie blinks, "Oh, you noticed?" She was entranced by his cooing voice.
"How could I not?" he smirked.
She knowingly fell for his clever smooth-talking and blushed, "Oh, heh, I guess I wasn't...I mean...well, I wasn't expecting that, you see, because I figured if anybody was noticing anybody it would have been me noticing you...that is..."
"You're cute."
Minnie giggled and sipped her exotic new brew....

Suspended Desire

Many times I have written a song, a piece of short fiction, painted a picture, had a daydream and let it loose into the air. Most of these occurances have been about what I like to call "Suspended Desire."

I've written about it in my old blog before and left everyone hanging as to what I meant by it.

Somehow whenever I want to write about it in detail, something comes up and I have to get back to it later, or at least promise to do so. I would rather break a promise to explain this hazy place than to write about it hastily because my knowledge of it is so immense and so personal and so emotionally charged that it would not do it justice to give it my full attention.

It has happened again, though.
There is a distration coming from the other room.
My daughter is awake and whining for me, and this dreamy place I want so badly to talk about must again keep waiting in the mist.

But I will come back for it, I will explain it....
I promise.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Idiots and Flashbacks

Well, the idiots at West Host have still not processed my domain renewal so I can't exactly put my shit up on the site yet. I will be using a different host. I didn't want to renew with them but since the shit expired last month they can't unlock the domain or give me a code to transfer it to a new provider.....assholes....I hate domain registration. I should just be able to own it outright....pfft.

In other news....

I had a flashback to the past today:

Chemical Brothers ft. Richard Ashcroft - "The Test"

Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Am I coming through?
Am I coming through?
Is this sweet and pure and true?

Devil came by this morning,
Said he had
Something to show me
I was looking like I've never seen a face before
Here we go now, let's slide into the open door

Pictures and things that I've done before
Circling around me,
Out here on the floor
I'm dreaming this and I'm dreaming that
Regretting nothing
Think about that

I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Lord, I'm shining

Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?
Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?

You know I almost lost my mind
I can't explain where I've been
You know I almost lost my mind
I couldn't explain what I've seen

I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon, lord
I'm shining

Oh are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you
Oh are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?

You know I almost lost my mind
Now I'm home, and I'm free

Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?

You'd better go to bed now
You'd better go to bed now
You'd better go to bed now
You'd better go to bed now...........

Statikradio: The Phoenix

Well, how about that statikradio.com, eh?
I have neglected it for over a year now.

This year of 2007, the great phoenix shall rise again, and I am not referring to any Harry Potter books. It would seem that a secret number of lurkers actually miss my rants and to be honest, and more importantly, I miss them too.

Guess what people.
I am married.
I have a daughter.
She is screaming at me now, actually.
She wants all of my attention but at the moment I am giving myself some.
You guys don't actually count as getting my attention because it's not like you are reading as I type.

But I digress.
I am back.
Statikradio is back.
My blog is not the same, but it is back.

statikradio.com email addresses are NOT back because I don't feel like paying for other people's email addresses anymore - especially when those people don't even email ME to say hello. :P

The Phoenix, out.