Since then, I have published one post concerning store-brand cheese in a can. This is partly because I have been maintaining two other blogs: Welcome To The Family and Appendix E-J. That has kept me somewhat busy, but is not a reason to not share things with you here. I suppose I could play the “I have a baby on the way” card, but that would be an easy way out.

Really, I don’t think I’ve been listening enough. I’ve been moving to fast. I haven’t taken time to sit in the silence. This is important, and I said so myself (listen below if you like), which makes me feel like even more of a goober. Never thought I’d use that word in anything anyone would read.

So, my apologies for a) not listening, and b) leaving this space empty for 6 months. Something will be here, and it is brewing in my head…along with ways to make part of a living by making mix CDs. You scoff and giggle, but that will end when a CD shows up in your mail box. I jest. You are beautiful.

love.

chris

The price of Easy Cheese is outlandish these days. My first reaction is to blame it on the Ethanol craze and slap the first person who crosses my path. My second reaction is to find an alternative.

Enter: Cheese Wow!

Found only at your local Wal-Mart, Cheese Wow! is the cheap version of fake cheese in a can. The name grabs me more than “Easy Cheese.” It strikes me as choosing either “Broadway Musical Fake Can Cheese” or “Harlot Fake Can Cheese.” The choice is obvious, yeah? Who wouldn’t take the Broadway Musical over the harlot on the sidewalk outside the theater. Very clever Wal-Mart…clever like a fox.

But, pals, what we have to remember is this:

That harlot has most likely been on the sidewalk for years. She’s got stories to tell and experience to stand on.  The musical, on the otherhand, is in its third…MAYBE fourth week of performances and could quite possibly be written by someone trying to replicate the life that harlot has experienced.

What it really comes down to is I tried Cheese Wow!. It’s moderately okay. Not much flavor. Sorry I didn’t get to that sooner.

Thanks for reading this.

This space used to contain a blog called “My Bleeding Heart.” It is where I took myself much to seriously, which is why the writing on it was okay to moderately-okay to moderate to not good.

Now, it is White on White. It is where I will simply tell you about things I would tell you about if I saw you on the street or if I ran you down in a public setting because I was so excited to tell you about the things I will tell you about here.

For the explanation of “White On White”, click here.

It has nothing to do with Bob Dylan’s “Blonde On Blonde” or Frank Black’s “Black On Black.” I don’t even own those albums, though Jack Black in “High Fidelity” would guilt you into buying the former.

“High Fidelity” is one of my favorite movies, though the book is better. Go read the book.

love.

chris

One, two, three punches to the stomach and a jab to the face…the weight of life and of death seems a bit heavy today.

“Keep praying for me boy.” “I sure will.”

“Give Jesus a hug for me.” “I sure will.”

Get this man some scotch! He’s done his job. First drink in five years. Maybe it can subdue some of these tears…Maybe not…but he’ll be dancing.

Sit next to you on the couch, lean if you need to. Clench that fist and sing the song and ride the crescendo.

“It’s hard to hit the high notes.” “You have to have the right attitude when you go about it.” “I love you.” “I sure love you too.”

Send in the clowns. Now let’s go see the birds.

He’s dancing.