Friday, February 10, 2012

exploding rounds win over the right to bear a laptop


Dad blows up his kids computer!! well ok, he shoots it with a pistol! Pretty tight pattern too from 4 feet away: You all heard about this.. A 15-year-old girl puts up a Facebook post railing on her parents for making her work "too hard." Thinks blocking parents will keep them from seeing it. SO, dad reacts by posting a video response to her grievances on her Facebook page (OUCH), and then proceeds to shoot her computer, nine times: in the head. Friends, teenage boys mostly, grieve the loss.

I read a few of the commets from the facebook forum and really I have nothing to add except.. Maybe he should have shot his daughter with an exploding round and kept the laptop. that people actually are upset over the loss of a laptop is sadder than a frail attempt at discipline. but parents beware. a last attempt at discipline is most always just that: the last attempt. if one messes up with a dog, one can always get rid of said dog. if one messes up with a child, well.. this father is angry at two people and the first one is himself. the child is secondary. "making her world harder" may be in order. at least he has consigned to "keep" his daughter. tough love is as tough as it must be but it is never received in anger. humility will win the day someday. proverbs does not say when the child is young they will not depart from the training, it says, "when the child is old."
jP 2o12

Friday, October 14, 2011

"compare yourselves not among yourselves"


money is the only form of action. to count the cost is terminally expensive. but in our inability to propagate sacrifice, we have become a shameful people. we are exorbitant beyond measure and thus we are wicked. our only thought is to spoil our children and our grandchildren and in turn we raise them with an inability to see anything other than themselves. to a new generation, the picture on the left is real. the picture on the right only exists in pictures, and Heaven weeps.

jP oct142011

Monday, September 26, 2011

Joshua Payne | One Pass (The Work Tapes) , Vol. 1 | CD Baby


Joshua Payne | One Pass (The Work Tapes) , Vol. 1 | CD Baby

i made one pass at the newest tunes.. they were coming in waves.. and in the time i spent losing, i sang to and into the void. when the height of your longing redirects your words and your weeping into song, the spirit of those moments are the realest they will ever be so in some sense the switch becomes the brush and the microphone the canvass - its a mad blur of color and accidents, beard scratches, foot stomps, page turns and sweat. it is the immediate past rendering a fervor that would never have existed otherwise and somehow the imperfect somehow becomes the truth.

i was a visual artist before i was musician and i never asked permission to paint. these songs, these vignettes into my life are no different. i hang them on walls and release them to the world just as they are, foibles and all.

franz schubert release some 200 published songs in his 18th year of life. seems to me the 12 song system is broken - releasing 1 record every 2 years, the age of these parameters is over.

from now on, i'm releasing everything i write, and if these work tape versions hold the self same spirit of truth as the one pass volumes, what then would be the point in ever repainting them? are they not already hanging in the halls of collegium?

jP '08

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Truth About Unfermented Soy and Its Harmful Effects


Soy is NO substitute! Read this in its entirety and embrace the whole article. Write down the ailments that sound like something you or your spouse or children might be suffering from. Then lay off the soy for three months. See if it relates then do the math. Do the work. Do good for your body. You only get one turn at life.

jP 2011

http://www.naturalnews.com/022630.html#ixzz1XJY2c3b7

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

hammer to the left


when a man sets his heart on faith and the hope he has reserved his entire life is laid on one cross, for one girl, no amount of pushing or shoving dismisses the nails in his hands. no amounts of caprice or disloyalty can reduce the sacrifice of the spear. nothing she does or does not do will ever undress the willing scars or remove the earnest blood from his burial shroud. and as he lays himself down to finally die, he smiles and dreams of her lips, and what heaven will be like when she gets there.

jP august 4 2011

photo jP 2009 roma (click to enlarge)

Tuesday, August 2, 2011


there was a very little girl named megan living deep inside of megan, but megan didn't know that she was there. one day megan met a boy who walked like a lion and smiled like a child and dreamed like a river and spoke like a dream. the boy called her by her only name and when they were naked together, he kissed her broken stomach, and the very little girl gave birth to a man.

jP july 2011