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Ice on the Windshield


 It ain't magic.... is it?
 

THE NEW RESIDENCIA

 

ESTABLISHED – 0000001

 

Editor – Ice

Dep Editor – Earl Snerdly III

Vice Pres – Dazey

Exec VP – Six

Scoop Reporter – Scratchomo

Chief Cleaning Lady - Lucy

Asst. Chief/Muse - PuP

 

I don’t know exactly when it was, when it was - that I knew about the magic, but if I had to guess, I would say somewhere along about my 26th or 27th birthday. Oh yeah, I’d seen glimpses of it, but never did I see it like - that first time at the peak.

 

It took me awhile to finally find it, but lordy, when I felt it for the very first time, it almost overpowered me….

 

The “Magic” is actually not magic, for it’s as real - as it can be, and when we are in the presence of it, there is only one thing better, and that’s… to be the one to cause the awe.

 

“to be the one to cause the awe”

 

It’s the reason for the song, the painting on the wall, and it’s the reason for these words.

 

We all…just want to be noticed, to be looked at, listened to, have our words read, our thoughts intertwined with those of others, our tunes hummed underneath a breath, to know that others know without a doubt that we are alive, that we’ve lived.

 

That’s the reason for the “News”…

 

everyone searches for “what’s new under the sun”… what’s here that’s never been before? 

 

Nah, it ain’t magic, it’s real; as real as hands clapping in rhythm, feet tapping to the beat, voices… voices singing along….

 

or that sweet feeling when the bat connects solidly with the hard thrown ball, and you know that “wherever it’s going, it’s going to be trouble”.

 

A simple walk across the dance floor, while unknown eyes caress you, and you revel in the feeling, as the world slows just for you…

 

  “to be the one to cause the awe”   

 

 

 

 

Just to be in the presence of it, not even causing it, just basking in the glow can be a high that takes forever to descend from, yet descend it does, like everything in life.

 

But soon… another one comes and you are off again, on your trip … from high to high

 

And before you know it – you’re in the mountains, with thousands of peaks in every direction, life really is a bowl of cherries when you think about it.

 

And.. yes, we know that the lows will undoubtedly come around, but we know they’ll be gone soon, just as we know the same about us all.

 

 let it be, let it be…...

 

it’s the greatest mystery …

 

and as I once again search for it’s elusive answer, I must only glance at the stars above, silently thanking them for lighting my way, showing me the path, as I willingly chase it; it’s power coursing through my blood, and finally, bringing it into focus.   

 

And if you don’t think life is about peaks, lows, and what’s in between, then you’re not from the same planet as me, which makes one of us from another planet.

 

Ever went inside a song, got lost in the lyrics… became part of it?

Became the essence of the song itself, felt the soul, and sung the words as if you’d written them yourself? 

 

Music takes me away quite often, and given the choice I’d always choose music….

 

Sometimes it’s the music alone, often it’s the voice, but always, always it’s the meaning behind the music that whisks me away like a feather in a storm.

 

To explain a song is like trying to  “catch wind in a bottle”…

 

…if you lose your one and only there’s always room here for the lonely..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted by -ice- at 12:50 AM - 38 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 I'd rather moon the moon
 

The New Residencia

 

12 April, 2006

 

Gee what a frigging week this has been.  Probably will make a good story one of these days.

 

From ..   LiFeIsPeAcHy

 Comes a survey!!!

 

“When filling out this survey,” it felt like getting interviewed.  If you’ve not already been “interviewed”… here’s your chance.  Take the questions, delete my answers, unless they match with your own and return on my comment page, and we'll discuss them, or maybe not --- ice

 

Dated outside your race?
guilty, but why'd you ask?

Have a one night stand?
guilty, sometimes like Custer's

Hooked up on the first date?
guilty if "hooked up" is the same as "one night stand".

Singing in the shower?
guilty but only when by myself

Spit in someones drink?
innocent till proven guilty

Played with Barbies?
innocent

Made someone cry?
guilty, why'd you bring that up?

Lied to a friend?
innocent (not even a white lie)

Seen "The Goonies" more than 10 times?
never seen it - them once

Played a Computer game for more than 5 hours?
guilty (is blogging a game?) ..what a question? – is blogging a game?

Ran through the sprinklers naked?
innocent.  with my parents? are you kidding?

Ate food that fell on the floor?
guilty, but "hey it wasn't dirty"

Went outside naked?
guilty of course

Got caught cheatin?
innocent

Got caught doing the 'deed'?
innocent

Flashed somebody?
innocent

Mooned somebody?
guilty

Been on stage?
guilty

Been on stage naked or close to it?
innocent, but "wow"

Been in a parade?
guilty

Been in a school play?
guilty

Drank beer?
guilty a few times

Gotten detention?
guilty

Been on a plane?
guilty, but who hasn't?

Been on a cruise?
innocent

Broken into a house?
guilty; my own

Gotten a tattoo?
innocent; I was too young when I first tried to get one.

Gotten piercings?
innocent: too old for that now.

Gotten into a fist fight?

guilty

Gotten into a shouting match?
guilty

Swallowed sea/pool water?
guilty, I think

Spun yourself in circles to get dizzy on purpose?
guilty

Laughed so hard it hurt?
guilty

Tripped on your own feet?
guilty

Had sex with more than one person in a day?
guilty, "damn you're nosey"!


Cried yourself to sleep?
guilty

Cried in public?
guilty

Thrown up in public?
guilty

Lied to your parents?
guilty: now did you have to ask that?

Skipped class?
guilty

Cried so hard you stopped breathing?
innocent

Lied somewhere on this survey?

innocent, but I wish I wasn't 

 

 

 

 

 

 

red and black skies screwed

to a vision slightly eschewed   

ask the one who risked it all

just  for the thrill of it all

 

red flowers singing to the sun

they never had no sense

I’d rather moon the moon

or maybe get my hair rinsed

 

silly words no meaning

only rhythm and rhyme

another tree a’leaning

ain’t it a fucking crime

 

to never step out of line

always betwixt the chalk

admiring all that’s mine

without taking that walk

 

caught looking thru the ball

gazing into a future

full of clear crystal

while still looking back

 

ice

 

 

Sack of red plums slung over the shoulder, a slack-jaw look and a shambling kind of walk.

 

The lone figure cut quite a jib that rainy, looney afternoon in jolly ol London.

 

Must have been something in the air that day for out of the blue came a low whistle, a lower murmur, and a satisfied.. burp.

 

Hmm…. “burp”? 

 

Had a “nutty” day on Tuesday.  Got into a serious and necessary conversation with an idiot.

 

Idiot: “Is this Mr. Tyler”?

 

Me: “yes”

 

Idiot: “Mr. Tyler”?

 

Me: “yes”

 

Idiot: “I wonder if I might have a minute of your time”?

 

Me: “yes”

 

Idiot: “I was wondering if you had gotten all the bids in yet for the project downtown”?

 

Me: “all but yours”

 

Idiot: “Is that why you called me”?

 

 

Me: “I didn’t call you; you called me.” 

Idiot: “no, you called and left a message; last night, don’t you remember”?

 

Me: “yeah, yeah, and now you’re calling me back.”

 

Idiot: (finally catching up) - says, “yessir, it’s Larry, returning your call.”

 

Me: “ok Larry, where’s your bid”?

 

Idiot: “I was wondering if I should fax it to Boston, or mail it”?

 

Me: “Since it’s due today, why don’t you fax it”?

 

Idiot: “it don’t matter then”?

 

Me: “yeah it does matter Larry; if you mail it, you won’t have it here in time and if you fax it, you’ll have it here in time.  There is a difference Larry.”

 

Idiot: “well I just wanted to let you know that I was working on it and that I appreciate the opportunity of working with you.

 

Me: “ok Larry, and just remember; mail it.”

 

Damn! That guy wore me out Tuesday.  The above conversation was my 3rd one of the day with him.  I sincerely hope he mails in his bid.  Shit!

 

 

Shit! And to top it off, tomorrow is Thursday! 

 

 

 

Posted by -ice- at 12:31 AM - 25 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Was it Tiece or Ice?
 

Editor's Note:  Ice is way out in "left field" tonight, still suffering from  the "post getaway blues," but he has sent in this little post.

 

Mood can be hard to define.  How would you define it?  How could you define something that can take you from the bottom - to the top.. so fast that …you wonder if time turned invisible, for just a second… or two.

 

Do you know me?  I go by “ice,” and maybe you think I’m as cold as an iceberg, or as hot as liquid steel, or somewhere in between, but, “no, you don’t know me,” - Ray was right when he sung his song..  as only he could.  We didn’t know him either, did we?

 

No, you don’t know me, and you don’t know you either, and of course neither do I.  For we are all here separate from each other, though the “greater connection” we all feel, and do our best to keep suppressed.  Many will tell you that “writing” is a form of expression, but I would describe it more a “reaching out,” – into empty air.

 

You send it out, and sit back, only to see it coming back in a looping oval, straggling in from the dark side of the moon, no better no worse than when it left, as if nothing ever happened - and … you wonder if anything did.

 

But I digress…. “Mood” was the topic of the moment, and now as it’s dipped a little… I begin to level out or as John said, “mellow in.”  I’ve had this little “secret thought” running around in my head for longer than I can remember  - “that no matter what I had, I would in the end… have nothing”.

Wish I knew exactly what it meant, you know, especially since I don’t.

 

I could be anybody, anyone, or none of the above, but who would know if I were “Loopy The Clown,” or that lawyer with the sharp BMW, not that it matters… cause we all live behind the mask.

 

But… I’ve decided to step out from behind it (the mask) tonight and give my first - “forthright interview.” My real name is Jerome C. Danielson, and I’m 57 years old, due to be 58 on the 3rd of August this year.  I’m soon to be a retired attorney, and after over 30 years, I’m burnt toast on the breakfast plate, looking to go somewhere that Saturday morning breakfast is served everyday. 

 

But alas! Retirement is the carrot in my life at present, and try as I might; it remains my elusive dream, not at all like the song, for this dream never ends.

 

Anyway… I’m digressing again, or said another way; my mind is wandering in other thoughts.  I’m 5’11” and weight 235, or is it 225?

 

 Is that important? You have my picture, yes?  Well you have what you think is my picture anyway, and btw, it is me in the picture, but you still don’t for sure, so there isn’t much we can do about it, is there?  I guess I could have PuP vouch for me, if she knew me, or I knew her, know what I mean?  Of course she could vouch that I am who I say I am, but who’s going to vouch for her?  Guess I could. 

 

Wonder if I could vouch for myself?  Why not?  Can’t we all vouch for ourselves?  Then it’s settled.  I’m vouching for myself so you can now count on it.  I am who I say I am.

 

I’m “Popeye the Sailor Man” – though I don’t go sailing and am not actually pop-eyed.  “I am what I am, and that is all I am”.  No, I don’t drive a BMW, sharp or otherwise; I drive a white Lumina, just like about 432,000 other people, give or take a few hundred thousand. 

 

I just got back from Vegas, me and PuP driving down for an extended weekend, and driving back minus about 2 grand, but hell it’s in the budget, right?  And "it’s the same fire that causes the need for release, that pays the bill when it comes due" is the melancholy refrain I heard last night - deep into sleep itself.  And now, safely in my lair, it’s time to revert to “My Monday in the middle of the week”.  Oh yes, the forthright interview, where was I?

 

Damn! PuP just came in here with my cell phone; she said it was a pinging a SOS message!  Damn! It’s never done it before.  But, lo and behold I had a “text message”!  The very first time I’d ever got one on my work phone.  And the message?  Here it is – “is this tiece?” – “Shit” that’s close to “ice!” Has someone found out who I really am?  Were they trying to spell “ice” and fumbled the keys and spelled “tiece”, or is this just a sly way to say they know?

 

Are you out there?  The one person who knows who ice is?  Out there in cyberspace somewhere playing with your AOL messaging center;sending ol ice crazy messages.  Must be trying to tell me something.  Yeah, I think you're trying to tell me to end this blog, while the ending is good.

 

ice

 

 

Posted by -ice- at 12:25 AM - 54 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 The New Residencia - April Fools day one day late
 

 

 

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Editor in chief – ice

Dep Editor – Edwin Snerdly

Vice Pres - daze

Exec VP #1 – six

Exec VP #2 – jonnie

Exec VP #3 – scratch

Cleaning Lady & Muse – Lucy

Cleaning Lady & Muse - Pup

 

Why do I write?  Cause I think I’ve something to say, and that it might be something that someone else might want said, but have been unable to put into words; in other words I try to write what others are thinking, as well as whatever I’m thinking.

 

At first glance one would say, “Well Ice, that’s kind of like reading a persons mind isn’t it?  And, I would answer with, yes, but, that’s not near as hard as you might think.  For example, let me read yours for a minute. 

 

I know that during your adult lifetime you’ve thought about dying, and that occasionally if not all the time, this is a scary thought for you that you pretty much keep way back on the back burner. 

 

See how easy that was?

 

The whole point was to show you that what you think others think too, and vice versa; although certain things don’t get talked about, or in this case written about, even though everyone knows everyone is thinking the same thought.

 

Then there are those things we all think about which are also easy to pluck from the air.  For example, writing about the “news” of the day, i.e. the immigration problem we have in this country would be easily seen as something on most everyone’s mind.

 

How’s this for a problem.  I’ve got a problem right now that I need some help on.  “Colleen”, you remember her don’t you?  She’s the lady in my story “The Neighbor,” and the last we heard from her she was reading a letter that was talking about Eisenhower being elected President, and the blog.

 

Of course everyone knows the Eisenhower that the story refers to is Dwight D. Eisenhower who was President from 1952 till 1960, being succeeded by John F. Kennedy.  And…. We all know that computers or the blog were not around during the time Mr. Eisenhower was President of the United States, so… what’s up with that?

 

Colleen: “evidently this letter is a fraud then”.

 

Andy: “it is not a fraud!”

 

Colleen: “Andy.. it’s not possible that these people could be referring to both President Eisenhower being elected President, and the blog.  At least the blog as we know it.”

 

Andy: “Susan checked it out with her contacts, the paper, the ink, the whole damn thing was written in the 1950’s”.

 

Colleen:  “Ok, let’s get a second opinion”.

 

Andy: “Who”?

 

Colleen:” I know a man, I’ve known him all my life and I respect him greatly”.  As she pauses, Andy awaits nervously.

 

Colleen:  “Governor Ice”.

 

Andy: “that old guy, what will he be able to tell you”?

 

Colleen: “only his opinion, but I do want to hear it”.

 

Colleen: “let me see if he’s home”, as she flips open her cell and pushes a button, then raising it to her ear, she smiles at Andy.

 

Colleen: “Governor, how are you doing tonight”?

 

Colleen: “Well that’s just great”!

 

Colleen: “Fantastic, Gov, but the reason I called is that I have a document that I would like to hear your opinion on”.

 

Colleen: “yes.. yes, we can be there in 15 minutes”.

 

Colleen:  “I’m bringing a friend along”.  “No, not Susan, but he is a friend of hers". 

 

Andy: “I’m not sure I want to go, Colleen”?

 

Colleen:  “K –gov, thanks for seeing us; see you in a few minutes.

 

Andy: “did you hear me”?

 

Colleen: “yeah, and that’s fine”.  “If you don’t want to go, nobody’s forcing you, but I’m taking this letter over to him; I need to hear somebody else’s opinion”.
 

So… here’s the problem.  I have to take this story line in one direction or the other, but which direction? 

 

The obvious possibility is that there is some “time traveling” going on, but hell, we all know that “time travel” is impossible, or at least has not been proved possible as of this writing, yes?

 

Andy: ”I like the time travel angle myself”.

 

Colleen: “That is so frigging impossible that it’s not believable”.

 

Andy: “You said a mouthful there”.

 

Cat: ”I think you’re all fucking bonkers, just let the Governor see the letter, I’ll bet he’ll have a good idea what to do”?

 

Colleen: ‘butt out Cat, you’re not in this story”.

 

Cat: “excuse me, darling, I thought this was a group effort”.

 

Andy: “don’t mind her Cat, she’s pissed because Susan and me have been carrying on behind her back”.

 

Cat:  “you guys can carry on as much as you want to, but what’s up with this print changing just because we went to the other side of the page”?

Does this stuff ever happen to any of you out there in the ol stream?  It happens to me all the time.  I’ll be sailing along writing, and things will be really flowing for me - and then all of a sudden this “damn Word Program” starts acting all funny and all.

When I bitch about it to PuP, she tells me that it’s just the nature of the beast, and we just have to put up with it.

Ray: “probably just need to buy a good program”.

Cat: “when did you get in from San Fran man”?

Ray: “rode in just a few minutes ago, and I’m glad to be back here in Texas; hell they had one of them there earthquakes out in Frisco”.

Colleen: “cut the crap Ray, you’re not in this story so you don’t have to stay in character.  You can be your normal fucking self, you know, the little wimp that’s afraid of his shadow”.

Ok people, settle down.  We still have this problem to deal with, as to which direction to take the storyline.

Colleen: “shouldn’t – storyline – be two words”?

Nah, spellchecker didn’t say anything, so it’s probably ok.

Colleen: “you used two words earlier, it’s two words, check out what you wrote earlier”.

Whatever you say Colleen, I have more pressing problems to deal with than whether or not I used two words for story line or not.

Colleen: “see you just used two words that time”.

Ray: “what a bitch”.

Colleen: “what’d you say, you little prick”.

Ray: “said that’s rich”.

Susan: “hi guys, how’s it going”?

Cat: “so you’re the one that almost got Cool killed”.

Ray: “no she’s the Susan in the neighbor story, the Susan you’re talking about Cat - was in the Weekend story”.

Buck: “hey Cat, how’s it hanging”?

Cat: “I should of shot your white ass when I had a legitimate reason to.

Buck: “hey man, it’s just a character, chill till the man calls for you”.

Cat: “watch how you use those words man, I might have to kick your ass”.

Buck: “you sound just like R.D. Mercer”.

Cat: “who’s R.D. Mercer”?

Colleen: “you don’t want to know, he’s some redneck comedian, you wouldn’t get him, trust me”.

Andy: I still say we ought to go with the time travel thing”.

Colleen: “I don’t. It is so far fetched, and overused, nobody would really like it”.

Cat: “hey!”… “didn’t Debunkem do some time traveling”?

Colleen: “yeah, he said he did, but I don’t think he ever done it for real; I think it was one of his characters that supposedly did it, Colonel Humpernick, or something like that”.

Andy: “we could call up this Humperkickier couldn’t we”?

Ray: “how about asking the staff to help out”?

Colleen: “now that’s a good idea Ray, all they ever do is hang out on the top mast up there, they never do anything as far as I can see”.

Andy; “ok, who would you ask to help, I mean in particular”?

Cat: “how bout that Miss Daze, she’s the VP, she ought to have an idea wouldn’t you think”?

Ray: “or PuP, all I ever see her do is take pictures of them Shnoozers”.

Colleen: “you better be careful there Ray, you could get axed real fast talking like that”.

Ray: “oh yeah, x’cuse me sir, I really didn’t mean that, please don’t – delete – me. “Pleasssse”!

Ain’t nobody gonna get deleted, but I do think you guys have hit upon something. Letting the staff help with this problem is a brilliant idea.

Colleen: “thanks boss”.

Ray: “that was my idea”.

Colleen: “no, it was your idea that PuP didn’t do anything”.

Ok then, it’s settled; I will issue an “Executive Order”, requesting storyline ideas from the staff.

Andy: “so… have we totally rejected the time travel angle”?

For right now we have, unless someone on the staff can come up with a credible version of time travel.

Colleen: “hey boss, if the staff falls flat on their collective faces, and you must admit that it’s a distinct possibility, what do you think about opening it up to the entire blogstream”?

Andy: “yeah, we could run a contest for the best story line and offer prizes and all that stuff”.

Colleen: “I told you it was two words”.

Andy; “what”?

Nevermind her Andy, she’s pissed because Andy and Susan has been having an affair right under her nose.

Colleen: “I got news for you boss, I ain’t no lez, though if I wanted to be one I would be and all you dicks could tie it in a knot for awhile”.

Ray: “gee Colleen I didn’t know you had that much passion about anything”.

Knock it off you guys, we have to draft an “Executive Order” and get to work on this storyline, cause I hate it when one of my stories gets bogged down like this.

Cat; “I think you ought to let that cute little blond, Sex, or Six, whatever, do it”.

Colleen: “I agree with Cat here, and she even has a lawyer friend, guy by the name of Trainwreck I think, something like that anyway, and I bet he could help with the phraseology”.

Andy: “that’s not a word girlfriend”.

Colleen: “what’s not a word”?

Andy: “phraseology”

Colleen: “want to bet cocksucker”?

Cat: “damn you have a potty mouth”.

Colleen: ‘I know, but I got it  from hanging around this rag with all you guys.

Ray: “just like a bleeding heart liberal, wants to blame it on someone else”.

Enough of this crap, has anyone noticed that we are at the end of the column?

Ray: “we sure are”.

Colleen: “ok then, let the word go forth - for our Exec VP,  - Ms Six Feet of Blond hair stacked 33244 feet in the air next to the Sears Building in Chicago – to issue an Executive Order to the staff – instructing them that we need their input on the storyline. 

Cat: “thought you said it was two words”?

Colleen: “Cat” – do this – “hold your breath for 2 hours and check back with me later”.

Ok, time to wrap it up.  “Ms Six are you reading this”? Get right on it and report back as soon as the mission has been accomplished, and btw, no shopping, vacations or any of that crap.

Colleen: “crap, look how far we’re down here.

Andy: “yeah and me afraid of heights and all”.

Cat: “you dumb shit, we are down here not up there, how can it bother you to be down here”?

 

 

 

Posted by -ice- at 3:01 AM - 32 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Friday's Frigging Fun Facts Posted on Saturday
 

The New Residencia

Settings   545-34

  Palette   ?

  Post Message   ok

  View   what?

  Gallery   hi there

 Promote

“keep buying this rag”

Staff

Editor in chief – ice

Dep Editor – Edwin Snerdly

Vice Pres - daze

Exec VP #1 – six

Exec VP #2 – jonnie

Exec VP #3 – scratch

Cleaning Lady & Muse – Lucy

Cleaning Lady & Muse - Pup

* p.s. to Lucy – I’m catching hell on this one, seems PuP does not like her demotion.  Hmm.. maybe I’ll just make you Dep Editor along with Pup and let you both do the “cleaning and musing” on the side.………yes?

 

Ok. Everybody keeps posting all these interesting facts, (did you read lapop’s?) (damn!) (man’s been everywhere) done everything}…. At least I didn’t notice anything he hadn’t done, did you see the part where he was a practicing “brain surgeon?”  Hmm… I know I saw that somewhere…

 

Belle’s Blog with the little trucks has inspired me to do “Friday’s Fun Frigging Facts” albeit (I love that word) anyway, albeit I’m doing my “Friday FF Facts” on Saturday morning, but you know what I mean……yes?  You’ve got to see her blog with all those hearts and the trucks with the letters of her name..wow!