…Well, you are just plain wrong again! This photo is a portion of a recent hi-res image from a camera on board the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter! These twisting dark trails are seen over the lighter terrain of the Martian surface. Such trails are thought to be the work of wind vortices or “dust devils.”
Thought I’d share with you some of my Voice Work on Rock Radio Stations from both coasts, please listen, it’s exciting! If you like the way I sound and you want to hear more of it you can call me and I’ll talk to you, imagine our talk over dinner, imagine rolling over in your bed and hearing me talk to you in my sexy voice until you come, or if you own Radio Station, a Movie Trailer House, or an Advertising Agency… Whatever.
Just watched, “What We Do Is Secret” directed by Rodger Grossman about the Los Angeles punk band, The Germs, and their lead singer, Darby Crash. It was early in the AM and I’ve put off seeing this for sometime, as I know people involved in the film and in the real life events covered by the film and the fact that The Germs were very important to me at a certain point in my life, so that said, I didn’t care to see some bad movie about it. It was early, as I said and I was tired, my wall was down, I was weak and I let it flow over me. There are some big problems with the film, but I watched it, never paused it and I dug it and it brought back some good and bad memories… Okay, I liked it very much and have to say, even as the story is a downer, it is an inspiring story. The cast, is good, but Shane West is pretty amazing as Darby, a role that Leonardo DiCaprio developed for years with Allison Anders as director. Even Penelope Spheeris is portrayed in the film as she’s creating “The Decline of Western Civilization.” Okay, I couldn’t sleep, so I did another Podcast just for you! I think this one is the best one yet today! I can see by the email and my stats that it’s being well received. Some really cool Facebook Friends are even Sharing them on their own profiles and Twitter Folk are re-twittering them as well, so that just plain ROCKS! I get embarrassed talking about the show, I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging or selling it, but I’ve been getting awesome comments from really amazing people, many of whom are very important in areas of Publishing, Broadcasting and Film… and stuff. Reading a book the other day about Woody Allen and there was a side story about the recently deceased Larry Gelbart and there was a cool thing about how in their early days, big people would help the new artists and talents out. It was just done back then. It was a given. People helped people and gave them chances. It doesn’t seem to happen these days as far as I can tell. I wish someone would come along and go, “I like what you’re about and I’m going to give you a shot!” Checkout today’s New Show in it I go on about, among other things: George Lucas’ New Star Wars Movies, Brigitte Bardot, Jackie Chan, Andy Lau, Terrorism, Stephen King, John Lasseter, Peter Criss, James Dean, End of Moviegoing, Muppet Diplomacy, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Cancer, Violence and More! It’s really good. I usually can’t tell, because I’m in it, but I just know I’ll be hearing from people about it! Hear it on any one of these possible ways and please Subscribe so that it will come to you Free and then you won’t have to search for it. On Podomatic! http://jerrylentz.podomatic.com/ On Blubrry! http://www.blubrry.com/jerrylentz/ On Gcast! http://www.gcast.com/u/JerryLentz/main The Feed! http://www.jerrylentz.com/podcast/podcast.xml On iTunes! http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=304095539
If humans were forced to vacate Earth, where is the next best place in our solar system for us to live? Don’t be an idiot any longer, Listen to find out!
“Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend.” - Bruce Lee
I try. I really try. I want to empty my mind. It’s filled with static and lightning and sparks. Yet, I feel as though I’m very flexible. Put me in almost any situation and I can think/feel my way out of it. It’s early, maybe 3am, I don’t know. I could look up to the top right corner of my screen and see, I choose not to see the time. In bed listening to Eckhart Tolle. He’s speaking to me through the tiny speaker in a small soft pillow that I have on top of my right ear. My head isn’t on the speaker pillow, because it gives me a crick in the neck, but I like it laying there keeping my head warm. Tolle is talking and we are sitting on a park bench in my dream. We have a brown paper bag between us filled with sandwiches, a Snickers and a Twix. Two bottles of water. He twists the cap of one open, takes a sip and tells me, “Jerry, you are not just a meaningless fragment in an alien universe, briefly suspended between life and death, allowed a few short-lived pleasures followed by pain and ultimate annihilation.” He reaches in the bag for the Snickers. That was what I wanted after my sandwich, but he’s eating the candy-bar first. He peels the wrapper free, takes a bite, looks at the Snickers’ insides and continues, “Underneath your outer form, you are connected with something so vast, so immeasurable and sacred, that it cannot be spoken of, yet I am speaking of it now. I am speaking of it now not to give you something to believe in, but to show you how you can know it for yourself.” There’s a pounding at the front door! Loud! I’m shocked and my heart is pounding! Is the house on fire? My throat is burning. I might have a bit of acid reflux from this trauma. I get up and as I’m sliding on my pants, I hear a woman screaming outside my door, “Jerry, get your goddamn ass up and open this fucking door now!” No way am I opening this door now! I move over to the curtains and try and take a peek. I see her walking away. Now she’s banging on the crazy neighbor’s door and screaming, “Get your goddamn ass up and open this fucking door, I mean it!” She’s so drunk she went to the wrong door. She’s so blind drunk she doesn’t know where she is. Thank goodness neither of them own a car, or can even drive. Hate it here! How have I allowed myself to end up like this? Living here. Sad. Depressed. Alone. The self hatred equals my hatred for them. Is it just a coincidence his name is “Jerry,” or is it a joke the Universe is playing on me? Every time she screams an obscenity at him by name, I flinch. The nerves tingle all over. These last few weeks I haven’t slept well. The constant fighting and yelling and screaming these two people do just on the other side of these paper thin walls. Used to fear one of them shooting the other and a stray bullet coming through the wall and hitting me in the eye, but I believe the walls are so thin, she could throw a knife through it and it would stick me in the eye, or some other delicate and important place with major blood flow. I want to be like water, so I won’t drown.
I think I used to be pretty good at it, but it’s so confusing nowadays. The line keeps getting moved around. People that speak better than I do and seem far more intelligent are making things I know are wrong appear so right. Life can be so confusing to me sometimes!
It smelled like ass and feet that day, but I thought how freeing it all was not to worry about getting an embarrassing boner. Two drunk women tonight were making fun of my size 13 shoes, or rather the size of my feet. They kept teasing about, “You know what that means!” Stupid and idiotic, but they were drunk. They just wouldn’t let it go. Kept at me about it. Finally to get them to shut up I let each one take turns reaching through my open fly to feel for themselves. Being a germaphobe, I pulled out two surgical gloves for them to wear. I always carry some around. They took their time. Then each one wanted an extra turn. So stupid. But it shut them up, for a bit and then later as I was trying to leave they fought and cried. It’s not something I like to brag about at all. It’s a burden. I saw a documentary about shy girls growing up with huge breasts and the trauma it caused them. One poor girl spent years in High School binding her breasts with bandages she was so ashamed. Really, I understand their pain. I’m not abnormally large, but it does constantly get in the way. When I was younger I was so traumatized I panicked when I had to shower with the other boys in Gym Class. I suppose that might have something to do with my easy camaraderie with Black Males growing up. I was accepted. Sure it’s funny to laugh and mock what you don’t understand, but imagine the difficulty of living with the problem of every time you sit down on the toilet to poop, your penis falls into the water. Bathroom breaks take twice as long because you have to stand up to pee, then once that’s out of the way, you have to sit down to finish the other business holding lil’ Jerry. Dating was always difficult. Girls would get so excited at first, but then pain would set in for them and there just never seemed to be enough room for me to fully enjoy. I don’t want to seem like I’m looking for sympathy, just understanding.
…ideas for stories, wonderful reasons for us to come together, dreams of you, thoughts of you, sounds my voice can make. I want you to hear me. I’m calling to you. I want you to see me. Just look. I want you to feel me. I’m trying to touch your heart. Thoughts are things. I want these things to bring you closer to me. I’m not trying to showoff, I just want you to know me. Here’s some stuff I’m doing on one of my CBS Radio Stations, WPBZ The Buzz in West Palm Beach.
