designer gourmet catch-up (extra spicy dijon)

sometimes i think my mind follows the rhythm of popcorn. so Here I am back on the scene, blowin' up a whole new dream.

Listen to tracks by the following if you can

Chumbawamba -off there new album "a singsong and a scrap" nice sort of folky politicle.
"Yell Fire by Michael Franti amazing stuff.
the incredible Robert randolph and the family band "colorblind" is the name of the album.
medeski martin scofield and wood, have a new album out called "out louder" great Jazz with electronic
I listen to it paired with down to the bone "spread love like wildfire"

these are all great Albums and an example of what I have on my Z5(new MP3 player).

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I promised poetry and though it's farther then 1 a week apart by a long shot this is a good poem. I have some "broken TV" pictures to go with it I'll upload those and others when I get a chance. for now here's the poem.

written dec 30 06 this is

Freedom's Hi-way

We're going east of 97, south from one eighteen
gonna ride down freedoms hi-way see what can be seen.

north of jasper avenue and west from the river green
Right beside the transit line look at the graphiti scene

ride my bike down the road to freedom just past 2 am
he asks me for a light doesn't have a penny to spend
He's trying to smoke a birthday candle
hoping it'll be more in the end
When I point out the illusion he tosses it away
in disgust, reaches in
to his ashtray of a pocket
pulls out a hand full of butts
I light him up the longest cigerete end he can find
he thanks me for helping him die a little
it's the only way he knows how to survive


We're going east of 97, south from one eighteen
gonna ride down freedoms hi-way lookin at a different scene.

He offered to sell me a TV that was shattered on the street
a joke across from the cop shop
a cracked image on the screen
maybe someone got sick of watching
that consumer driven machine
an' the nightly disaster you see on the 6 o clock news
divided up so nicely with adds for things they can't use


east of 97, south of one eighteen
down on freedoms hi-way in the centre of the capitals boom town scene.

There's a business women on the corner
Who's lover does not know her name
She can't talk about her Job
Communication is illegal when your getting paid
She's walking the street from 9 to 5
But does she have a bed in her own Home
and does she have someone to cuddle at night
or is the irony she sleeps alone

Now I'm not livin' on Freedoms hi-way
my home is on the other End
But I go down it every other day
to reach the destinations I can.
I see what's happening on it
there free to live there if they can only fend
Off the disasters the pain and the strife
That's a part of Daily life

east of 97, south from one eighteen
north of jasper avenue and west from the river green

I'm not saying it only happens there
You know it's everywhere
But down on freedoms hi-way
there's no curtains to prevent you from seeing
Those who's lives you do not share
There on the road to freedom
They might survive to get there.