torn

i am torn between all of the blogging sites. it seems that none of them are exactly what i want. it is as if they all get together and have conversations about how they can each offer a lot of things, but one site cannot offer everything i want. it’s kind of weird to write a blog to complain about blogging websites. oh well.

ode

today, i miss athens. here are some things that make the list:

jittery joe’s @ 5 points, park hall, cine, blind pig, barberito’s, north campus, downtown, 86f, the fam, courtney and k thor talking about 6 girl, milledge avenue, wesley, watkinsville fbc, will’s mom’s house, the fire pit at the farm, christmas tree hunt, the 40 watt, swat, jon’s house, yin yang mocha, waterfall, the elephant dance, main library, practice rooms at the school of music, the botanical gardens, trapeze, tasty world, milkshakes at the grill, inoko express, beechwood chickfila, rafferty’s with chris black, hamburger sauce, georgia theater.

yesterday, i ran across this poem that i wrote about a regular at jittery joe’s 5 points.

A Jittery Joe

Each note from his guitar ministers to his surroundings. The song in the tree above him flies away but continually returns. Her home is the tree that shades his favorite place. His home is the bench between the outdoor restroom and the front door. The two garage doors at the front of the building, almost imperceptible, reveal that his favorite coffee shop used to be a service station. Now, from open to close, it is a home. It is his home, but I’m not sure he ever goes in. Hushed. The calm intensity adds to his mystery. Everyone sees him there, but no one says hi. I’m not sure he sees us. But I see him. I see him there, hazy sunlight peering through his horn-rimmed glasses to squinting eyes. His eyes are lines of satisfaction on a sun-dried face. A gentle voice leaks from parted lips, chapped by the ever present breeze. The indiscernible notes that result, minister to the addicts around him, seeking their daily fix. With every strum, the wind whips in approval around the ancient façade of the bustling landmark, satisfied with his tranquil ministry.