Here Goes The First One...
Tuesday, 25. November 2008, 13:50:34
Hello MyOpera. Hello World.
Has been a while since the last time I wrote a blog... feels weird!
But here I am, after checking the new MyOpera I just couldn't resist .... it was matter of time I guess, since all my good friends here in Norway work for it
and I've seen all the effort, passion, love and sweat (heehee yes, that too) they put everyday on this whole new world called Opera 
I have no idea how I should start properly this blog...
but yesterday I read something that might make the treat for it. It's a short Charles Bukowski story which I really like 
... reminds me of my people here in Norway: we are all so different, we come from different places, we have different stories to tell, we are like ice creams.. all with different flavors.
EnJOY!
The Ice Cream People
The lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. However, things change overnight-instead of listening to Shostakovich and Mozart through a smeared haze of smoke. The nights change, new complexities: we drive to Baskin-Robbins, 31 flavors: Rocky Road, Bubble Gum, Apricot Ice, Strawberry Cheesecake, Chocolate Mint...
We park outside and look at icecream people a very healthy and satisfied people, nary a potential suicide in sight (they probably even vote) and I tell her: "What if the boys saw me go in there? suppose they find out I'm going in for a walnut peach sundae?"
"Come on, chicken," she laughs and we go in and stand with the icecream people. None of them are cursing or threatening the clerks. There seem to be no hangovers or grievances. I am alarmed at the placid and calm wave that flows about. I feel like a leper in a beauty contest. We finally get our sundaes and sit in the car and eat them.
I must admit they are quite good. A curious new world. (All my friends tell me I am looking better. "You're looking good, man, we thought you were going to die there for a while...")-those 4,500 dark nights, the jails, the hospitals... and later that night there is use for the pecker, use for love, and it is glorious,long and true, and afterwards we speak of easy things; our heads by the open window with the moonlight looking through, we sleep in each other's arms. The icecream people make me feel good, inside and out...
Welcome to my world. Welcome to MOREway!
Has been a while since the last time I wrote a blog... feels weird!
But here I am, after checking the new MyOpera I just couldn't resist .... it was matter of time I guess, since all my good friends here in Norway work for it
and I've seen all the effort, passion, love and sweat (heehee yes, that too) they put everyday on this whole new world called Opera I have no idea how I should start properly this blog...
but yesterday I read something that might make the treat for it. It's a short Charles Bukowski story which I really like ... reminds me of my people here in Norway: we are all so different, we come from different places, we have different stories to tell, we are like ice creams.. all with different flavors.EnJOY!
The Ice Cream People
The lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. However, things change overnight-instead of listening to Shostakovich and Mozart through a smeared haze of smoke. The nights change, new complexities: we drive to Baskin-Robbins, 31 flavors: Rocky Road, Bubble Gum, Apricot Ice, Strawberry Cheesecake, Chocolate Mint...
We park outside and look at icecream people a very healthy and satisfied people, nary a potential suicide in sight (they probably even vote) and I tell her: "What if the boys saw me go in there? suppose they find out I'm going in for a walnut peach sundae?"
"Come on, chicken," she laughs and we go in and stand with the icecream people. None of them are cursing or threatening the clerks. There seem to be no hangovers or grievances. I am alarmed at the placid and calm wave that flows about. I feel like a leper in a beauty contest. We finally get our sundaes and sit in the car and eat them.
I must admit they are quite good. A curious new world. (All my friends tell me I am looking better. "You're looking good, man, we thought you were going to die there for a while...")-those 4,500 dark nights, the jails, the hospitals... and later that night there is use for the pecker, use for love, and it is glorious,long and true, and afterwards we speak of easy things; our heads by the open window with the moonlight looking through, we sleep in each other's arms. The icecream people make me feel good, inside and out...
Welcome to my world. Welcome to MOREway!
WIDGETIZE
ptckian # 25. November 2008, 14:08
From one othe Opera good friends!
annaraj # 25. November 2008, 20:53