8.31.2005

...it could happen to you.


just got out of work. one of the guys at work has called out for almost a week straight. he finally comes back to work tonight - enraged; he pulls me aside. he's about 46. he's been a waiter his whole life and he's very proud of it. he's gay and he's my bud at work sorta...

anyway - so we go out to smoke a cigarette and he tells me that he left a bottle of pills at work. the manager calls him up at home, and apparently knew the doctors name. the doctor deals exclusivley with HIV patients in the area, and the manger knew it.

my co-worker admits that he is infact HIV positive, and that his absense was directly related to it. he showed me some scary looking brusies on his body. the first time in my life i've seen such bruises. apparently i'm a lucky gay boy.

anyway - so up until this point i have heard nothing but praise from the higher ups in the restuarant for my friend. he's amazing at what he does... it's sort of an art that he does - waiting tables - and he's the best. i for one (and there are many... ) look up to him... anyway - so he says that the manager was apprehensive about letting him come back to work... contamination... blah blah blah... health code violations... blah blah blah....

they finally agree to let him come back to work - he's just supposed to be hush hush about it, because the mangers fear this huge exodus of customers and employees all running for the door once they know he has HIV.

all night the manger was telling him his shirt didn't look good... that he should comb his hair more... that he was too loud.. not loud enough... riding him.

are they trying to make him quit? ....how do we feel about this? clearly the man should be allowed to work, and they're looking for a big ass law suit if they don't let him...

and to be honest, isn't he dealing with enough, that he doesn't need an uninformed poop for a boss to be running his ass, when he's doing perfectly fine...?

but... i'm having a moral delima... cancer, hiv, whatever... if he's calling out at work a lot - is he not now, unreliable? i'd get fired if i called out of work that much....

of course, my decison is in favor of my friend - or for anyone who's ill... and certaintly this MAY BE special treatment... it leaves me wondering those dark thoughts. is he reliable? i clearly know he's not going to give the customers or any of us HIV... but is he reliable?

in other news - carrie has left the restuarant (she's my buddy - she's unreal. so cool...) to pick up her daughter and her mom in new orleans... their house is gone. we have a jar for funds for her family at the restuarant - and these same mangers said to put it away and only employees could put in money for it coz it was considered "soliciting." this place sometimes makes denny's look good. they wouldn't even do that. carrie, be safe! sending happy thoughts your way! i know you read this.

rough stuff on my mind tonight.

anyway - put a picture of patience up there coz i felt this blog posting needed an angel to watch over it. not always sure the right and wrong answers. but we all wonder. we just need someone/something to watch over us while we do it.

Really Good Songs...

“REALLY GOOD SONGS”
midnight mass – 43rd street sanctuary
commiting sins in coffee house harmony
candelight vigils pray for some mortaility
virtue scratches at my mind to protect what is left of me

(Chorus)
can’t say I was there alone – can’t say I even meant to go stone
spirit goes weak when the flesh is still strong
didn’t want to become some headline… really good songs are built on…

moon above the only light I see Ignore yourself and just be
could not make sense of such insanity
lost my flair for beauty and poetry… (chorus)

was like rape – a stripshow of defenses how far can you go?
The game is senseless – i really don't want to play anymore
If it’s not going to get better what are we here for? (Chorus)END © 11.8.02 ARRFBC

an old song i just found. with a really good point.

My next 30 years...

i've had these little photo books - pastel neons sorta... they're supposed to compress all of your photo albums into these childrens book size squash-ness, so that your entire life seems small - but bright, apparently...

well, today was the day that i moved all of my photos into these books. i'm kinda cleaning out my closet i guess... putting all of my songs and poetry i've written on paper onto the computer... photo's in albums... bulky albums into skinny albums... that sorta thing....

looking back over my life - my emotions went flying in every direction imaginable. feeling alone in this big world is just absurd, really. it seems, we are as connected as we wish to be.

called up jo and we talked about the baby.

mom told me she'd talked to jerry, yesterday.

gram seems to be walking and living again.

...spent the first 30 years of my life looking at myself thru other's eyes. i mostly got it wrong about myself... and it made me so self-concious that it's ridiculous...

i think in the next 30 years... i'm going to try to look at them through my eyes.

the kid in the pictures seems to be doing alright. wonder what he'd have to say to me now?

30... i have 5 more months. that's it. just 5 months.

8.30.2005

Meet Sirius!!! My little man!

Sirius Black. He's 3 1/2 years old. Kate Murray gave him to me when she thought i might need a pal. She was right. Mil beso's gatito!

Good Morning America, How Are Ya!!!

the city of new orleans.... sunday night, i hauled out the tv from the den which is still being redone... plugged 'er in and sat down for a very long night of wondering if the big easy, new orleans was going to be gone soon? it was a thought i couldn't grasp, and so i don't know if i should call it good intuition, or just simple denial. new orleans is still standing, although katrina kicked it's ass pretty hard, and a whole lot of other folks aren't doing so well, either.

for what we do to the world, we are so very inferior.

i have a new web site: www.geocities.com/bluchest2/index.html will take you to the home page. www.bluchest.com is no longer. "blows kisses goodbye."

other than that, not too much going on. went to the gym today and laid out and got some sun. a nice and mellow day off. gotta have em, ever so often.

8.26.2005

Echoes

everytime you love just a little
take one step closer, solving the riddle
it echoes all over the world...

everytime you open to kindness
make one connection that used to divide us
it echoes all over the world...

everytime you choose one more morning
goodness or meanness - life has one morning...
it echoes all over the world...

it echoes all over the world...

when a leader get's the hungry fed food
when you just make love inside your bedroom
it echoes all over the world...

all over the world...

everytime you love just a little
take one step closer, solving the riddle
it echoes all over the world.... (it echoes...)

all over the world...

everything you do echoes all over the world
everything you do echoes all over the world... (it echoes...)

"Echoes" by Jules Shear, Rob Hyman, and Steward Lerman. Written for, but not by Dar Williams. (Thank you to whoever you were that pointed that out to me =))

8.23.2005

Readers: Meet my mom!

My mom just sent this via my email to me. not sure i've ever read something she has written... and i haven't asked her, but i didn't think she'd mind horribly if i posted it up here.

Sometimes when i write, i make up stories. books i've read, things in my head... things i've seen on tv... stories my customers tell me. stories i make up about the tables i wait on. i don't always write about me... and there is no doubt in my mind that my own mother - is a moonbeam. i know this to be fact, of course, because i also, am a moonbeam.

My Version by Shirley Velasquez aka Jamie's Mom

Our lives are made up of colors from the brightest neons to the soft shades of pastels
then finally to the dimming of the faded lights.
Birth, Growth, Death.

My favorites are the pastels that have wrapped my soul in happiness and contentment.
They are called my family.
Where there was strife in one there was great love in another.
Always balanced, always soft, always pastel.

For 30 of my 50 years I have been a moon beam.
Didn't you know?
Oh yes. I have experienced wonderous passages of time and people going through my light
I call Life.
To say that I wish some of them hadn't tresspassed into my glowing world
would mean there were regrets in my life.
I have none.
I need none.
Why would I?

Some came dancing and bobbing others came hesitant and unwilling
but once we were together we made beautiful designs on the earth
that will never be touched by that fading light.

When the sun comes up and my light fades
I will still have had my pastels.

What a glorious picture we have painted, huh Jamie?
Life is so wonderful even when it's not.
You are and always will be my heart. Mom

mattress dancin'!

tuesday morning. day off. i'm at dawn and joanne's. the dogs are running about in the rain outside. it must be odd to be born and raised in arizona and have it rain for 2 days straight. the mud must be shocking, confusing, and new to them. i should repremand them for aiming straight for the largest mudpuddles in the back yard but they seem to love it, and i can only laugh. they're too cute!

currently reading "raise the red lantern" which is a re-telling of the political "wives and concubines" by su tong.

not sure if i'm correct or not, but it seems to be a fiercely political book attacking the chinese government. someone just told me it has been made into a movie, so i'll have to look into that.

favorite song as of late is "sin wagon" by the dixie chicks. i had heard it in passing before, and it made my ears perk up a little, but it's just been super recently that i gave it a good listen. if you haven't heard it - check it out. i dunno, there's just something to it....

"that's right. i said mattress dancin'!"

8.22.2005

life goes on...

tim and daniel got married this weekend. i couldn't attend, but i promise you it was a joyfull event, and a beautiful start to a beautiful life...

joanna is pregnant. her and her new husband jason are having a baby. due in april. my heart bursts for the both of them!

i, am currently dog-sitting dawn and joanne's 3 pitbulls... rosie, repunzle, and corona. quite the experience.

all is well with me - as an individual. my new job makes me happy (mostly... tho it took some work). i am optimistic about my future, tho... yet again, i do not know what it is.

i think i'd like to finish my degree in sound recording?....

8.19.2005

bliss, idaho

She says her mother was a moon beam
And the earth is a ball
That keeps getting bounced from the
Left hand…
To the right hand…
Of god…

She says peace is an afternoon
Sitting on a blanket in Bliss
By the lake - favorite jeans
Tore up
Stained knees…
Shoes off…

(Chorus)
And the best that we can hope for…
After we’re all poured out, and there is no more...
Is bliss…

I am who I am when I am looking for myself…
Which is not Idaho, or you, or anything else…
Just bliss…

In Bliss, they talk about the moon…
Ain’t much else to say and
Besides there’s the crater…
And a little piece of heaven
Is more than the whole earth…
They say…

Idaho is just indians and buffalo…
Mormon’s and fools gold
Visions and weed and
Dry towns
And salt lake
Is only a few hours away…
(chorus)

and damn the sun for carving me beautiful
and a heart so deep I can never see up over the top
but my mother is a moon beam, she says…
but the graves, and the books, and the town all say she’s not…
(Chorus)END © August 16, 2005 ARRFBC

8.04.2005

including me.

I’m looking around, and I guess
I’m thinking; hey is this what I want?
Don’t need to equate doing your laundry
With the end of my life…

Doesn’t mean I can stop, that I don’t
Need anybody like I had thought…
Guess it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t look…
Just coz you’re by my side…

And if this came easy to you,
Just connected your mind…
I guess that with me
It took a little more time…

(Chorus)
I don’t have to fight the things that don’t ask me to fight…
And I never meant to stop anyone, including me, from living their lives…
I don’t have to run away screaming every time shit gets tight…
And I don’t have to stop anyone, including me, from living their lives…

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not
Giving permission to walk over my heart…
You’ll be seen by your choices
You decide who you will be…

You walk around and you look
And then you pick and you choose
And then the rest I guess is just left
To something bigger than you or me…

And if a final decision on God was just easy for you
Didn’t play tricks on your mind…
I’m glad, but I guess that for me…
It’s taken a little more time…
(chorus)

the world is full of strong people – including me
and your life is a mystery – including me…
and I’m learning to live without losing everything – including me…
and there’s a place for everything out there… including me…
(Chorus)

and if this all came as not even shocking to you
didn’t play any tricks on your mind…
I’m happy for you – but baby, I guess that for me
It took a little more time…
It took a little more time…
It took a little more time…END © July 8, 2005 ARRFBC TUC