Bourbon and the Wiskichan

Just got done with a meeting with Bourbon Coffee. Things are getting better, I think. We drove down to DC from Baltimore, not a very easy task. The trip takes an hour in good traffic, two-and-a-half in bad. Today was a two-and-a-half day. It’s been slate an rainy here, with alternating cold and warm fronts fighting in a never ending coastal queue.

Went to vist Dean at the Baltimore Motorcycle Salvage this morning. It looks as though the wisikichan, my motorcycle, is pretty much done. Tom Walker, a mechanic from church is optimistic, but echoed my dad’s suggestion of getting a new motorcycle so I can start saving on gas. So that’s the plan; I’m going to save up Zerflin profits and let it be the first company vehicle.

Dean had a couple bikes there, and said I should save up about $1,000 to get a decent one. It’s gonna be tough, but it will save us a lot on gas in the long run.

Gotta run, Arion’s getting antsy!

Eleven

Eleven

100/100

It was as if they beckoned me, those windows.
We were in the far end of Union Station, across from where the rest of the staff from the National Fatherhood Initiative’s Golden Dads crew sat in the Thunder Grill. They wanted to sit and chat, and I was restless.

And the windows, they called to me.

There was something about the design, the pattern of the glass. It reminded me of the Frank Lloyd Wright wing at the Philadelphia Art Museum. I would spend hours at a time there, just sitting and looking at everything.

And that’s what I did here. Oddly enough, some sort of art exhibition was being shown on the floor. It was empty. Not a single person in the hustle of catching their train or towing a family out into the Capital that was interested in admiring a few paintings.
I lay down on the marbled floors of the chamber and aimed my lens at the ceiling.

Electric Cacophony

Electronic Cacophony

100/100

I gazed down through the portal in the desk. The menagerie of wires twisted below, the soft fans humming to themselves, breathing, sighing.
I made this.
It was my job, of course. To expertly arrange wires in organized systems, feed them through their portals, name them, number them, record them, plug them in.
I know what each wires does and where it goes. What information that passes through it’s coils and how quickly it thinks.
Most people would look at it and see cacophony. But I see the system. I look under the desk and see how it works instantly. I understand.

Kind of like people. I understand how they work, why people fall in love, why they break up. It’s natural for me. Look me in the eyes and I can feel if you’re truthful or not.

But most people don’t take the time. To them, it’s cacophony.