well we met with the city today. wasn't really expecting for the press to be there, but im kinda glad they were. The city like to get issues resolved quicker when the press is on their ass. Things seem to be going pretty well so far, and hopefully this issue will get resolved so the cops will quit bugging us and we can promote shows without the hassle.
Darlene posted a story that was in the telegraph last week. Thanks darlene.

"Poster supporters leery of proposed bylaw restrictions
DANIEL MARK WHEATON TELEGRAPH-JOURNAL
Published Thursday January 25th, 2007
Appeared on page C5 Supporters of "postering" in uptown Saint John have begun to take steps to protect their ability to advertise with posters in the historic region of the city. Brent MacDonald and Jill Lanteigne of the newly formed Saint John Open Spaces group met with Uptown Saint John general manager Peter Asimakos last week. Event promoters in uptown Saint John are concerned about a proposed bylaw that would prohibit putting up posters on light posts. MacDonald is a supporter of the live music industry in uptown Saint John. "Most of the promoters uptown aren't making a lot of money so this really is one of the most effective and one of the most affordable means of advertising for them," he said. And it's not just the music industry that should be able to put up posters, he said. "I want theatre groups to be able to advertise their events as well. And in addition to that I want private citizens to be able to advertise a lost cat if need be." In July, Uptown Saint John installed four event boards in the King Street area. But that's not enough, Lanteigne said. "It's unreasonable to just have four for the whole uptown area," she said. She considers the bylaw an attempt to penalize those who are trying to create a culture of music in Saint John. "The poster board that's on the bottom of King Street doesn't even face the street. The thing that faces the street is a map of uptown Saint John." Tourism is great but the city sometimes forgets about the people that actually live here, she said. At last week's meeting, Lanteigne and MacDonald agreed to put together a map of where they would like to be able to put up posters in the city, whether it be on more event boards or some other arrangement. That pleases Asimakos, who wants to see the posters come down off the light posts. "We want to refurbish the light posts and have them repainted and have the postering stop on the light posts because basically they look really bad now. "But at the same time we don't want to quash this type of marketing. We just want to get it a little more organized." He still wants to see the city move ahead with the bylaw, but thinks there are ways to make sure postering groups are OK with it. "The bottom line is we're working together to address the problems and come up with a solution." That's good news to MacDonald and Lanteigne. "My Saint John includes live music," MacDonald said. "My Saint John also includes effective, affordable advertising for anybody who wants it and not just for larger organizations with the money to advertise in other ways."

dream sequence:
i am walking through a field, the same one that appears every time i am in my normal dream scape and a two dimensional oval is floating by. I can see on both sides of the oval, but there is a liquidy silver substance much like a mirror (or as kilgore trout would call it "a leak") on the surface. I place my hand through the surface and it sucks me in, and i enter a world much like a cgi animated film. i'm awestruck, as my dream become extremely lucid even more so, but now i am aware that i am in a fantasy world, within a dream world. from the direction of the floating oval, which i can only assume leads back to the first dream lucidness, i hear a voice yelling at me. it's rob. he's angry at me for having sex with somebody else or something.
and this was the point of the dream:
i stood there having to decide whether i wanted to stay in this fantasy land and dive deeper into my mind even further (there was another floating oval which i knew led to another level), or go back to my first lucid dream and deal with the problem at hand.
reality or fantasy.
running away or facing consequences.
retreat or advancement.

but i woke up before i could make a decision.

and running from the cops, what a hick in disguise to do?

if i gave you a paper airplane
would you pretend to fly with me
catch a ride on the silken wings of yesteryear
reaching new heights of retrospection
preted that we are significant and
fly away into the night.

and you said,
let's sing unicorn prayers of imaginary beings
trip over exclamations
and feed a dragon with the moon

"you know your green eyes are technically a genetic defect, they aren't supposed to be like that y'know"
"funny, that's what the lady at that restaurant said to me"
"didn't she call you as a genetic defect as a whole?"
"apparently it's not normal to surround yourself with plants in the restaurant. i guess my eyes don't camoflauge me like i thought they would"
"......."
"whatever. i take my pants off both legs at a time just like you do"

regret is in the kitchen making coffee, tom said
but who's cooking the eggs?
who's burning the toast?

i am, replied reality.

a fish with one fin
circular arguments swim in my head
what is the catch of the day, i'd ask
"22" you'd reply

with a side of enigma.

ill take it to go i guess.

E+R=O
events plus reaction equals outcome.
events in themselves have no meaning, but it is our reaction to them that creates the outcome.
i've always lived my life by this principle, not because i think events are completly meaningless, it's just always made sense in my fatalistic type view of the world. i live by the notion that cause and reaction rule and govern the world. not because ive read it like that, or it would seem to make sense, but i've seen the tapistry unravel before my eyes. each word can sway anothers perception, each action causing matter to propel in a different direction.
but now i am not so sure.
i remember walking home that night from the bar, yelling inconsistencies at the sky with you. tripping over carelessness and snow.
you thought i was just being silly.
i was finishing somebody's sentence in alburquerque i said.
the punch line to a joke that has not yet been written.
the bastard child of a pick up line gone wrong.

i spilled my coffee when i was alone this morning.
nothing was affected.
and now i'm not so sure.

i am not a rival fleet. let alone a single battle ship. you make it seem like im trying to bring you down. my intentions with you couldn't be further from that.

no destruction on this sea.

the light streams through the blinds
casting a reverse prison on my face

the police have just taken you away again

and i mutter while i smoke and pace:

please dont fall
while im cleaning the blood off your walls