Frank Bell

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Monday, August 18, 2008 3:10 PM

there's sand in my strawberries...

my mind jumps around quite a bit. many times it's jumping from ideas, places and the like, but most times, it's jumping through time... it's not difficult to keep up as to where i am, so much as it is to when i am.

most recently, during my songwriting process, i'm finding that in order to recall things with clarity (or at all), i have to time travel. then sometimes things overlap. i'll find myself in the middle of the desert at the top of the eiffel tower, eating dessert nonetheless. places overlap on occasion. sometimes people. one person becomes 5 different people, or 5 people become one person. a lot of times it takes a lot of work and effort to dig deep for things, while others are crystal clear, for better or for worse.

i sit on my bed, ceiling fan above me on the highest setting. i'm still sweating from the journey i just took. around me on the bed are pieces of paper and moleskines/notebooks of all different sizes, the font on them in all different colors. there's a grocery list, phone numbers, a todo list or so among the scattered pile, but for the most part it all consist of words. dreams. thoughts. perceived reality. certain things jotted down to forget, and other things to hold on to with dear life. this is how i'll sometimes arrange these words into song.

i come across a particular song that i started working on a month or so ago. i never got to finish it, because i since then haven't been able to return to that exact state of perfect optimism that i was in when i wrote it. everything is going to be okay. everything happens for the best. so on and so forth. i know i'll eventually finish it, not only for myself, but for you as well, it's just incredibly important to me that when i do resume said song, i mean it. feel it. and most importantly believe what i'm trying to convey.

i then come across another piece of paper. this one, the words are written both carefully, and yet seemingly fast at the same time. it reads of no promises. no guarantees. questions of 'what ifs'. this one was most definitely written in a completely different state of mind as the aforementioned. i play the scribbled chords that i jotted down on my guitar. immediately, the shivers ensue and flash transport to a place familiar, but dark.

"it's not time to finish that one either", i say to myself...

i close my eyes, and lay back on the green bed/desk pillow. the sound of the papers, rustling from the ceiling fan are reminiscent of fall leaves trapped in earth's breath....

*flash*

i'm now in new york city's central park. it's last year. in my right hand i hold a lover, in my left, an umbrella keeping us dry from the autumn rain. the sound of the leaves are around us as we walk care free knowing that despite any troubles, we have each other. right now, at this current moment, Everything. Is. Perfect.

*flash*

i realize that it's 2008. august something or another. i'm in atlanta, laying on a green bed, staring at a ceiling fan, surrounded by paper. there's no park, there's no rain, there's no lover. i grab my pen, and a fresh piece of paper, and while this clarity of my most recent journey through time remains, i write. the smell, the taste, the weight of every footstep. i write. i grab my guitar, and look at what i've written. i've created another portal it seems. i fold it up and stick it in an envelope to glance at later for possible youtube video recording.

i head to the kitchen to cook up a grilled cheese sandwich and a fruit smoothie. i'm exhausted. i notice that it's only 3pm est. that's when i remember, i've always preferred jet-lag to time-lag...

there's nothing like a cold smoothie in the desert,
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Friday, July 04, 2008 1:57 PM

"On Passion and Reason" Reviewed in AMG

Happy 4th to those US readers, and happy belated Canada day to the neighbors! If I'm missing another national holiday coming up in your country, I'm extending you the same... Let me know, and I'll learn your anthem! :)

It was pointed out to me that today, I received my FIRST review of my upcoming EP "On Passion and Reason"! I'm pretty stoked I must admit... I've worked so hard on this, and can't wait to share it with you all!

To check out the review, head over to: http://www.atlantamusicblog.com/news/2008/07/frank-bell--on.html

Stay tuned for more news! I heard a rumor that the kind folks at iTunes might release the EP a little sooner than expected...

And now... awoke from siesta, I can hear the screams of kids at the pool, the smell of various BBQ products, and the chuckle of slightly inebriated adults. Shenanigan time!
I love you all;
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Sunday, May 25, 2008 8:48 AM

abs of steel!*

step 1: get sick. not just mentally sick mind you, but full on out physically ill. don't take your vitamins, adopt an unhealthy sleeping schedule, and eat as many unhealthy meals as possible. this works especially well if you have important dates coming up - travel plans, recording sessions, things of that sort.

step 2: once you develop a small mucusy cough, just ignore it. it's probably allergies or something right? continue to do as told in step 1.

step 3: by now you should be coughing up a storm. your waste basket is full of tissue paper, and you have a game with your self to guess what color your snot happens to be. you're laying in bed, feeling like complete and utter crapola when you look down and realize.... wait for it.... you've got abs of steel!

"how?" you wonder... the gym membership that you were so eloquently conned into getting most definitely isn't being put to use due to your viatical nature, and you certainly haven't been using those exercise dvd's you got at that trivia raffle. eureka! you start to realize that the only other explanation for your now washboard midsection, is from the repeated abdominal contractions caused by your now incessant cough.

"being sick rules!" you say to yourself in a hulkish manner. you're awake of course at 6:45am because the coughing won't stop, sweat overcomes you, and one second you're cold, the other burning. your brain is weaving in and out of loopy states, traveling the astral planes of the past, present, and future. you're not sure of your surroundings at any given moment, but you know the bed never moves. you see a red ballon. a bead of sweat drips into your cup of grovestand orange juice (extra pulp) as you take a sip. you see, now all of a sudden you're health conscious. gotta get that vitamin c! the birds are chirping. you're sick as a dog, and even if you wanted to; you wouldn't be able to head out to the beach/trendy-pool-party what have you. but "that's okay," you mutter to yourself while flipping your laptop screen down to get more sleep... "at least i've got abs of steel!"

i promise exciting updates, as soon as i'm able to function! send soup! :-{
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*The Frank Bell's Abs of Steel Workout is patent pending. If you're interested in learning more about this earth shattering new break through, please send $1,283.33USD to Frank Bell.

Any complaints, or questions for refunds should go directly to 'Tom' of Myspace.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008 4:19 PM

EP Action - Our Satisfaction...

I remember a year or two ago, eating at a fine Waffle House establishment in the good old Atlanta, G-A, and a certain musician, (who shall remain nameless in this blog/bulletin/note) ushers in the parking lot. From inside enjoying my cheese eggs and hashbrowns, most likely in a drunken stupor, my party and I can see said musician driving in, nice and slow, caught up, in his own music blasting from the speakers of his black Escalade.

"What kind of musician plays his own music in the car?" I remember slurring aloud.

And now, here i stand, my confessions, listening to the not yest mastered versions of my own album... and actually loving it. I mean, If I didn't love it, If i wasn't proud of it, none of you would hear it of course, but this kind of love feels amazing... The birth of my baby, almost ready to be released into the world. It's a refreshing feeling. The tequila filled nights in Canada, the eating of Vegetarian shepard's pie (I'm having cravings as I type even), the trucking through the snow, and gazing at the stars. The sushi on Yonge and Eglington. And even before that, the happy, the sad, the good, the bad, the relationships, the experiences, the love, the hate - the hurt. In these tracks, I tell a story that's still being told. It feels amazing to be proud of the final product, knowing that there's more to come.

Produced by his awesomeness Bill Bell (Justin Nozuka, Jason Mraz, Tom Cochrane), with the greatest of musicians and love. It's pretty Bellilicious.

I might not blast it aloud whilst driving a la a certain talented musician, but only because I'm probably thinking and writing in my head, something new. You on the other hand, once I'm able to give a concrete soon release date for iTunes (worldwide), are free to blast it on your speakers to your hearts desire ;-)

And remember: there's always love in this club...
Best;
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Friday, March 21, 2008 1:19 PM

Possible names for the upcoming EP:

1. Bellilicious
2. Restless Leg Syndrome
3. Vitamin Vodka (V^2)
4. Insomnia! (with exclamation point)
5. Tickle my Pickle
6. Future Sex, Bell Sounds
7. Taco Frank
8. Highway to Bell
9. no title at all, but just some funky symbol or sign to be uber cool and revolutionary.

I mean you know, I'm open to ideas... just throwing them out there ;)

And now... Here's a teaser from the new EP, produced by Bill Bell (Jason Mraz, Justin Nozuka, Olivia Newton John, Tom Cochrane, etc). We worked hard, and played harder. It's only natural when you get two Bells in the same place, 'eh?

Clip of the track 'Nothing Last Fourever'.

More details and release dates to be announced!
I love you all!
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Friday, January 18, 2008 3:20 AM

just a reminder...

that i love you all.

in case you forgot, or were wondering. allow me to remove all doubts. unwaivering :)

i'm in atlanta, trying to figure out all this awesomeness... it snowed here last night! insanity... next stop: LA or NYC... Austria, London? me knows not where this wind is blowing. i've got my jacket and my scarf...

tonight i played cello for the first time in about a year for about 8 hours straight... brushing up the chops and laying down some tracks for my brother t. hardy, for his brilliant song "give mrs. tillman a hug". lol, it's going to take about 12hrs a day of practice for about 5 years for me to get back to where i was... my body hurts!

pink camels with mushrooms, green peppers, and onions running wild. anyone want to teach me how to whistle?

i want to thank you guys again for your patience while i sort out details for getting you recordings asap; trust me when i say that i'm working on it :-) also, i'm about 35 pages or so behind on messages and emails, but have every intention on getting my act together and responding/catching up to request and the like :)

and now... it's 3:20am, fresh prince is on the tube, and i feel like some stove top popcorn pre-slumber.

fantastic of fridays!
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Friday, November 09, 2007 6:06 AM

Goodnight, Sunshine

Eleanor Roosevelt said,
"Great minds discuss ideas.
Average minds discuss events.
Small minds discuss people."
I want to have a great mind. But here I am discussing Eleanor Roosevelt already.

The past few nights I couldn't help but look in a literal upward fashion. The stars here seem so much brighter and I can't help but wonder what it would be like to soar among them. Behind me, Sunshine the cat sleeps. Do cats dream? Outside it's unusually cold, and yet my feet are unusually warm due to the space heater beneath me. The coyotes are howling outside, perhaps at the stars. If I spoke their language, I'd howl back. Perhaps I should anyway. I wouldn't want to mistakenly say anything offensive however. Those coyotes don't mess around... I'm going to try to befriend some this weekend in hopes that they might be down for some musical collaboration in the studio. Can you tell the melatonin is kicking in? Where one sentence starts, another one ends...

At 5:30am, feeling comfortably strange, drinking lemonade on ice as thoughts rearrange. so much change, quite a bit i should type, but i should get some rest, while it's sort of still night. FIN.

I love this place. There's something inspirational in the air. The people, the music, the animals, all full of love. I finally made it out tonight to see a show at this great venue, 12th and Porter. Drinks with friends is an awesome experience. Drinks with friends and music is even better. Drinks with friends after they perform music, is priceless. Thank you Nashvegas. I plan to give back all that you have given me.

I hate this lose an hour gain an hour stuff... My watch is still on the WRONG east coast time, my laptop on the WRONG west coast time, and my cell phone is right. I think anyway... You can never be too sure with time... Nonetheless, I should prepare for something resembling slumber. The ToDo list for today includes a tv commercial shoot with D-Rock, a trip to Buckle afterwards if possible, a sit in on a band rehearsal while my buddies Hellings prepare for their big show next Wednesday, and ending it off at this lovely drinkery, Decades. The birthday festivities for Nate Slate are continuing as he explores the new feeling of purchasing "adult beverages" legally in a public establishment. If you're in the same city as myself, come on out tonight! It's bound to be legendary.

That's it for now. Expect a blog-o-rama soon. Expect more frequent and detailed updates. Expect some exciting youtube videos and collaborations as I write, and sort, in preparation for the EP. My feet are getting alittle too hot. Then again I guess that's better than cold feet... It's 6am! I think anyway... I'm going to try and infiltrate Sunshine's dreams. That is, if the sunshine doesn't prevent it.
Fantastic of Fridays!
|F.Bell|

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Wednesday, May 16, 2007 2:00 AM

the spiders are still in my head...

last night i had the encounter of swallowing a spider whilst musicating at my buddy sam's place. it hit me after the fact. i felt sorry for the poor guy, and then i eventually threw him up. i swallowed a spider, and threw him up...

earlier today after breakfasting, i return to my room, and on my pillow, is a spider. waiting. waiting for what? i still don't know... in my attempt to cup him and set him free, he was smushed in the process.

i felt sorry for him. at the same time, i'm wondering as to why he was waiting on my pillow so... is there something... that i don't know..? perhaps it was his cousin that i swallowed the previous night. and this little guy, came back for a fight! positioning himself not only in my bed; the exact same spot where i rest my head! diabolical! ingenious! scheming to 'do his work' while i'm dreaming... or perhaps infact, i've gotten offtrack, and said spiders are trying to tell me something?

nonetheless, i'm careful at best. searching in every possible nook and cranny, for another spider cousin, brother, or even granny!

i check my boots now, i check my shoes; there they could be waiting - what do i have to lose? my guitar hole, my toilet, nowhere is safe! i REFUSE to fall victim to a venomous fate!

are these spiders friend or foe? theories are welcome; do tell! oh well... they're getting to me good...

so it seems that my week(end) of birthday festivities has come to an end, and i find myself exactly one year older. pondering if or how much i've gotten wiser. the evolution of the things around me, have i grown to any greater understanding of the world and it's workings? it's the journey, not the destination. i have to keep telling myself that. i find that constantly searching for the proper way to define myself is difficult when myself keeps changing. maybe the spiders are trying to tell me something? oh what a web... world wide.

my ceiling fan is now on full blast. i'd like to attribute that to the atlanta heat, but i must confess that it's actually on it's highest level in attempts to blow the spiders away. i feel like a gang of them is just around the corner, waiting to jump me. or share me worthwild insight that could change my life. one of the two.

scattered puzzle pieces. flip it over and throw them together. realign, rearrange.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain Frank has turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. If you haven't already done so, please stow your carry-on luggage underneath the seat in front of you or in an overhead bin. Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt. And also make sure your seat back and folding trays are in their full upright position.

If you are seated next to an emergency exit, please read carefully the special instructions card located by your seat. If you do not wish to perform the functions described in the event of an emergency, please ask a flight attendant to reseat you.

At this time, we request that all cellular phones, pagers, radios and remote controlled toys be turned off for the full duration of the flight, as these items might interfere with the navigational and communication equipment on this aircraft. We request that all other electronic devices be turned off until we fly above 10,000 feet. We will notify you when it is safe to use such devices.

If you have any questions about our flight today, please don't hesitate to ask one of our flight attendants. Thank you."

i'm traveling again soon so me thinks. probably to your town. if you have a comfy couch to offer, i'd prefer them much more than any hotel ;-)

a fun ride it shall be... and now as slumber awaits... the spiders are still in my head. tonight, it might be my own couch, in place of my bed... or maybe i'll stay up and write instead...
|frank bell|

the spiders are still in my head + today's musication
Current mood: contemplative

last night i had the encounter of swallowing a spider whilst musicating at my buddy sam's place. it hit me after the fact. i felt sorry for the poor guy, and then i eventually threw him up. i swallowed a spider, and threw him up...

earlier today after breakfasting, i return to my room, and on my pillow, is a spider. waiting. waiting for what? i still don't know... in my attempt to cup him and set him free, he was smushed in the process.

i felt sorry for him. at the same time, i'm wondering as to why he was waiting on my pillow so... is there something... that i don't know..? perhaps it was his cousin that i swallowed the previous night. and this little guy, came back for a fight! positioning himself not only in my bed; the exact same spot where i rest my head! diabolical! ingenious! scheming to 'do his work' while i'm dreaming... or perhaps infact, i've gotten offtrack, and said spiders are trying to tell me something?

nonetheless, i'm careful at best. searching in every possible nook and cranny, for another spider cousin, brother, or even granny!

i check my boots now, i check my shoes; there they could be waiting - what do i have to lose? my guitar hole, my toilet, nowhere is safe! i REFUSE to fall victim to a venomous fate!

are these spiders friend or foe? theories are welcome; do tell! oh well... they're getting to me good...

so it seems that my week(end) of birthday festivities has come to an end, and i find myself exactly one year older. pondering if or how much i've gotten wiser. the evolution of the things around me, have i grown to any greater understanding of the world and it's workings? it's the journey, not the destination. i have to keep telling myself that. i find that constantly searching for the proper way to define myself is difficult when myself keeps changing. maybe the spiders are trying to tell me something? oh what a web... world wide.

my ceiling fan is now on full blast. i'd like to attribute that to the atlanta heat, but i must confess that it's actually on it's highest level in attempts to blow the spiders away. i feel like a gang of them is just around the corner, waiting to jump me. or share me worthwild insight that could change my life. one of the two.

scattered puzzle pieces. flip it over and throw them together. realign, rearrange.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain Frank has turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. If you haven't already done so, please stow your carry-on luggage underneath the seat in front of you or in an overhead bin. Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt. And also make sure your seat back and folding trays are in their full upright position.

If you are seated next to an emergency exit, please read carefully the special instructions card located by your seat. If you do not wish to perform the functions described in the event of an emergency, please ask a flight attendant to reseat you.

At this time, we request that all cellular phones, pagers, radios and remote controlled toys be turned off for the full duration of the flight, as these items might interfere with the navigational and communication equipment on this aircraft. We request that all other electronic devices be turned off until we fly above 10,000 feet. We will notify you when it is safe to use such devices.

If you have any questions about our flight today, please don't hesitate to ask one of our flight attendants. Thank you."

i'm traveling again soon so me thinks. probably to your town. if you have a comfy couch to offer, i'd prefer them much more than any hotel ;-)

a fun ride it shall be... and now as slumber awaits... the spiders are still in my head. tonight, it might be my own couch, in place of my bed... or maybe i'll stay up and write instead...

i'l leave you with this. a video of today's musication with dear friend phil h. 12 hours of fun. be well!
|frank bell|

The spider shows us that the past, the present and the future are all interwoven. It awakens our intuitive creative senses and encourages us to design the fabric of our lives from our souls original intention. If you see a spider in its web, or creating a new one, pay attention. It symbolizes where you are in the weaving of your own destiny. A study of the medicine wheel and the four directions is helpful.

Because spiders are actually very delicate they embody the energy of gentleness. Spiders are not usually aggressive unless they are defending their lives. Moving forward in all situations with a gentle strength is a skill that often needs to be learned for those with this totem. In man, the bite of a poisonous spider symbolizes a death, rebirth process. Poison enters the nervous system and the body either transmutes it or falls victim to its venom and dies.

The spider signifies the tapestry of life. The web we weave is the reality we experience. Choosing the appropriate path is one of the lessons associated with this medicine.

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Monday, March 19, 2007 3:40 PM

spiders and roosters open pandora's box...

70 degrees outside.

or so it was earlier. bloody fekin' nice i'd say and definitely worthy of a toothy grin upon waking up in the morning. the paradox of vodka drinking, cigarette smoking, yet vegetarian frank bell went to the gym and sweat a good sweat this morning. trying to get my bruce lee-ness back that i once had as a young strapping lad. it's like a finger pointing to the moon... don't concentrate on the finger, or you'll miss out on allll the heavenly glory....

got a phone call today from nyc about an acting job that required me to wear red spandex. frank the super hero. this is where the inner boy with tmnt, xmen, and dbz action figures comes out. has me asking myself of the last time i wore spandex. probably at 13 in some fantasy land, who knows. but at 22, i'm wondering if i could effectively pull off the red spandex in hero fashion. me thinks so. me thinks not. nonetheless i suppose i should get back to gymin' it up. with the occasional festive outings; i should take notes from baltra perhaps. how do ya do it man? ;)

on a semi-related note, i miss superhero tighetywhiteys. i remember donning the superman underwear back in the day. you know, the kind that has cartoon characters all over them. colorful and 'super'. batman. spiderman. conan the barbarian. wow... at one point in time i had a governor on my ass... i'd totally rock them out again, bringing them back, if i could find them in nifty 'adult' sizes. although i wonder about the general response it would get in "intimate" situations. i'm thinking it would either:
a. display the inner child of frank and his sensitive nostalgic side.
b. reaffirm (or dispell, depending on the hero) any rumors of the 'super' quality of frank's particular trouser region.
c. reveal my secret identity. or
d. have an incredibly frightening effect.
i think i'm willing to take my chances. for the betterment of my 'package' i think it deserves to have the protection of marvel and dc comics. and if any of you had plots or plans to see me in intimate situations, you're now warned that pretty soon spider man will be in charge of the frank cock. spiders and roosters. on a farm. charlottes's web. i hope i don't sound like a pig...

i just realized that this blog oozes with dorkisim (is that a word?). here i sit in bed on the brand new macbook (thanks to the kind folks at 99x), listening to my fionna apple station on Pandora. amazing site that pandora is... really amazing for exploring new music. it saves lives i tell ya. almost like the characters on my soon to be acquired underwear.

apologies for the lack of blogging ladies and gents, but i can assure you that i'm back and my typing hands are working better than ever. inspiration has found me in the color red; touching heart and head. stay tuned for updates on travel plans, music projects, and my search for the ideal underwear. i miss you all, and look forward to catching up. leave the light on;

up, up, and away!
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Monday, November 06, 2006 8:15 PM

cooking up mischief...

i love cooking for people almost as much as i love performing music live... and i love eating. haha, man do i love eating... hence, the photos from tonights adventure!

using a massive amount of chakra control in my hands, i managed to catch the salmon myself while swimming upstream the other afternoon...

ya- mon, i'm all about that salmon - mon.

i also like to drink mirin cooking rice wine... it hits the spot!

shakin' it like a polaroid picture...

mixin' it up a bit...

and the final product!

herb crusted salmon over wild rice, with sauteed asparagus and fried sweetpotatoes. it was pretty damn tasty i'll have to admit, and got the thumbs up from the mums as well...

hope you all are doing well,
back to my food coma... *BURP*
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Monday, October 23, 2006 1:37 AM

Haha, I ran across this video from my first TV appearance. It was shot sometime in the winter of 2005, and supposedly this episode is still in syndication... I'm not really an evil villan in real life :) Good times! Here's a clip... The wardrobe I'm in was my own homage to James Dean's character, Jim Stark in Rebel Without A Cause.
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Saturday, October 21, 2006 10:22 PM

i just ran across my first guitar ever... it's a beater, but still manages to work :)
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Sunday, October 15, 2006 2:15 AM

artificially intelligent supercars...

hello there!
my sincerest apologies for my most recent state of secludedness. as you may already know, i've been abit under the weather, and over my head as of late. being the self proclaimed, prince of procrastination can sometimes be the catalyst for social masturbation. feeling a bit drained lately, even my dreams take up the same theme. i had a dream last night that i sat in front of my tv, ben and jerry's icecream in hand, watching a knight rider marathon. yes, though up until now, i didn't find it utterly possible, my dreams are lazy.

i awoke this morning to a symphony of birds outside my bedroom window, the sun as their conductor. lying in bed, eyes wide open, i tried to make sense of the morning overture. at that moment for some reason, my entire body felt relaxed, and a certain oneness with nature overcame me. but it could have easily just been the cold medicine kicking in...

you'll be happy to know that my smoking sabbatical is still in full effect. i'll admit, that i have had a cigarette here and there, at the local bar with a vodka martini, but nothing close to what it once was. in fact, i'm under the distinct impression that i am acquiring some sort of set of new super powers. i can breathe. i can run. and it's doing wonders for my singing voice, which is always changing. i have no plans to quit (not yet anyway), but if more of these super powers keep showing up, i might just have to extend my no-tobacco break. are you able to sew? i might be needing a costume with cape soon...

if i could fly... if i could fly, i'd fly straight to you, and play you a song i'm working on. when i don't get the chance to escape, i'm usually found in this downstairs officey area here in good old atlanta, georgia; cooking up mischief and working on the new material for the EP. so far i've got 3 out of the eventual 7 songs confirmed. it's a grueling affair at times, but it keeps me sane. well, semi-sane... the past couple of weeks i've been writing without my guitar since it's back in nyc with my buddy topher. it's been something... the tapping of keys on the piano, remind me of the piano theory classes that i didn't attend when i was at boston university - i think i was busy tapping kegs. nonetheless, it's been a fun process, and i'm looking forward to pouring my heart out to you in musical form in the near future.

my travel plans change day by day, but so far it looks like i have nyc on my plate, la la land, and denver. i have a feeling that most of my time will be spent in atlanta however, finishing these songs, and embarking on a new exciting acting venture that i'll have to write more about later. what are your new years plans? a rendezvous in nyc would be fantastic if possible! but for now -- i've gotta run, be sure to tell your family i said hello! oh, and give me a call/drop me a line sometime; let me know how you're doing! or even better, send presents ;-). give yourself a hug and kiss for me, i hear hard work calling my name.i'm off - turning dreams into reality. i believe knight rider is on...
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"follow your dreams. you can reach your goals. i'm living proof. beefcake! beeeeefcake!"- eric cartman

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Thursday, August 24, 2006 9:13 AM

"we never change. do we? no, no."

so i get a message in my inbox from a girl claiming that she thinks she knows me... like personally and whatnot, right? then she pulls out the classic elementary school line... you know. "damn, you look so familiar, did you go to blah blah blah elementary school!??" lo and behold, i did some detective work, and i did go to the same elementary school with this girl haha. but the fact that she says i look familiar worries me after i find the year book photo haha...
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Thursday, July 27, 2006 6:05 PM

The Octopus Incident...

I had a dream that i was on vacation in DR, scuba diving in the ocean with actress Michelle Rodriguez when all of a sudden we were attacked by a giant octopus. I somehow powered up my right arm with an incredible amount of chakra, and punched the giant octopus right inbetween the eyes as it was about to attack us. Once again, I saved the day. Then I woke up, and my clock said 3:30pm, with 7 missed calls.
wtf.
|frank the avenger|

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Saturday, June 03, 2006 5:05 PM

earlier today, i was chillin on wall street with my guitar in the rain, and while i'm sitting there, this little baby bird decides to just chillax on my boot for a while... it was insane! i had a nice little chat with it (yes, i'm a weirdo - no, it didn't speak back). i felt this weird hippy sorta oneness with the world, and it was great. it really was.

as i walk down lexington, i see so many faces, with so many stories. different people, living different lives... i can't help but wonder, where are they going? what are they thinking? who knows? the little things make the biggest difference.

la vita è bella...

my new friend.

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Friday, May 12, 2006 6:30 PM

whenever i hop into a cab, it's usually the same scenario.

as soon as i get in, i tell the driver my destination, and i always make a point to say "as fast as possible please". i usually say this with a stern, but polite voice, and then look off to the side and check my watch with urgency. even if i'm not in a hurry, i'll pretend like i am... then i always try to make it look like i know exactly where i'm headed, when in reality - i haven't the slightest clue as to what the best route is... whatever city that i happen to be in at the moment, i pretend to the best of my ability to be a native. even when i don't speak the language...

after all of this, the cab driver usually gives me a nod and proceeds to drive. in most cases, the driver will drive far out of the way, in the totally opposite direction. but the fact that the driver is going over the speed limit, running red lights, screeching his tires, and honking his or her horn at other cars, makes me feel privileged. privileged to be alive - knowing that even if i'm not actually getting to my destination as fast as possible, it sure as hell looks like i am. rock n' roll, and have a good ride!
|frank b.|

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Sunday, April 30, 2006 12:56 PM

silence of the frank...

you ever notice how there's always something going around? whenever someone is sick, or coughing the seasonal bug is usually the reason. my question is, when is this bug off season?

ahh... i can't talk. it's not that i don't want to talk... i honestly can't... when i open my mouth and attempt to say something, nothing comes out. my voice is in the lost and found of some random bar/lounge someplace in the eastern united states. there's a nationwide search for it, so be on the look out. if you see it, it probably looks like a 13 year old girl; sometimes akward and high pitched. i'm in the midst of booking some shows in nyc and la (and all inbetween) so i actually really need it. if any of you have spare voices to lend, i'll take that too. the best way to contact me is via email, text or this damned website, because if you call me, you won't hear anything... apparently there's something going around.
f.bizzle

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Saturday, April 29, 2006 2:57 PM

i love my guitar, but i hate traveling with it.

i remember traveling with my pool cue, and after what seemed like hours of diatribe, i was forced to check it with my other bags for they feared my ninja like abilities would make some passengers nervous. no problem. i let delta check it reluctantly, but not without insuring it for $10,000 hehe. i was actually praying that they would misplace it. i was sending mental messages to the throwers (baggage handlers) in hopes that they would somehow snap the pool cue in it's case into two. i of course insured it out of spit towards the girl at the front desk who made me check it. i distinctly remember her saying something along the lines of "that piece of wood!? just check it, it'll be fine...". in order to retain my own honor, and that of my pool cue (roughly estimated retail value, $300) i blurbed out something along the lines of "that 'piece of wood' is worth $10,000!!!". the truth of the matter was, i could really have cared less about my pool cue, as i was to get a better one later on, and never even got to play on that trip. how awesome would it have been if my $300 turned into $10,000 due to some baggage handlers mistake. should i be typing about this? it's actually starting to sound very illegal... if by some chance i suddenly disappear, know that the feds are probably questioning me...

when i was 16, i remember traveling overseas with my cello. my cello would always get its own seat. sometimes my cello would even sit in first class, while i sat in the back of the plane. you think i'm kidding, but i'm not. this 18th century italian "piece of wood" would get pampered and carried around like royalty. i swear i saw a stewardess serve my cello wine once... traveling with my guitar on the other hand, is usually a whole other stressful ordeal. it varies on whether or not i get lucky, but up to now, i've always somehow managed to land, guitar unscathed. among musicians, there are horror stories of instruments landing in separate states. half of the guitar in seattle, the other half in mississippi... about once a year on the news, you'll hear or read in the paper of some school band field trip ruined by the airlines negligence. after traveling so much, it gets to the point where you ask yourself "when is that going to be me?".

whenever i'm headed to some "popular" city, the chances are that i'm not the only one on the plane who's bringing their guitar along. there is always that awkward, but very familiar look between myself, and the "other guy". like a cold stare down in a spaghetti western: there's not room enough on this plane for both of our instruments...tumbleweed rolls across screen. this is the most crucial part. the part where i convince the airline crew to make an exception for me and my guitar. you wouldn't believe this process even if i told you in detail. i have to keep some secrets to myself, but once i told the pilot that i was a certain famous pop star, and they bought it. gave me first class upgrade for free, and tons of booze. i let the business guy next to me in on it, and he thought it was freakin hilarious. another time i was traveling, and the backstreet boyz of brazil were on the same plane. i spoke broken portuguese and pretended to be with them to get my guitar on. once i even mustered tears, crying of how it was my livelihood. "would you check your first born child in the bottom of a plane!?!?!?!" ha! i'd like to thank the academy... i'm not sure what i'm going to do this time around, but it's about that time to start thinking of ideas and stories. i love my guitar too much for it to get injured or put out of commission. that, and i'm currently scheduling a few intimate acoustic shows in a town near you - some with extra special guest! stay tuned for details. and on that note - i'm off to write! i miss you guys and gals!
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Thursday, April 06, 2006 8:38 PM

The death of my cell phone service...

I am officially pissed off. It takes quite a deal mind you, to get me into a pissed off state, but a certain phone company has successfully driven me to that point. For the sake of this blog, let's just say that the name of said company rhymes with "Flint". So it all started about a month ago, March 11th to be exact... I get one of those dreaded text messages that say "You are over your limit, to avoid service interruption, please call..." Of course I get this message at some un-godly hour in the morning, which only adds to my frustration. In efforts to see how much I actually owe Flint, I search around the house for my phone bill. I hardly ever get mail that comes to my home address, and if I do I loose it within minutes of receiving it. No suprise to me, I can't find it. I then proceed to call the automated line, to get the exact amount that I owe. I was devastated at the number, yet at the same time kind of proud of myself... I, Frank Bell, had all alone somehow racked up all those minutes. Within my rage was an odd air of accomplishment, and I sat on the absurd Flint bill for a few days. Eventually the "mystical mysteriousness" of not being able to be reached started to piss off the friends and family so i caved in... Lucky for me, I was able pay the bill and restore my service once again.

This is where I get vulgar. Flint can kiss my ass for all I care... About 2 weeks after I paid the bill, I get ANOTHER text message saying that I owe them $300... How the hell can someone rack up $300 worth of stuff on their cell phone bill in 2 weeks???? 14 days!!! (I'm good at math...). Flint thought they had themselves a sucker and suck is what they planned to do - suck all my earnings away in the name of technological wireless communication. Well I'll be the first to tell you that Flint SUCKS! The only reason that I have them in the first place is because most of my family has them, and I get free Flint to Flint...not worth it apparently. So after 24hours of trying to talk to an actual person on the phone (everything is automated these days), I finally talk to someone and get them to admit that it was THEIR mistake. They turned my service back on, and all was dandy.

Yesterday, my service was cut off... This is the last straw. I refused to be made into a lollipop... I see a switch to services in the near future. T-Mobile. Verizon. Cingular. hehe, I feel fine saying those company names, in hopes that the slim chance someone from the company sees it and gives me a free phone. Maybe someday haha... I'll be one of those celebrity walking advertisements. I'll be interviewed on Leno, and get a phone call from my buddy Deric...

Leno: So Frank, I had the pleasure of seeing your latest film, and I must say, that your performance was absolutely amazing. How was it working with Martin Scorsese?

Me: Well Jay, I've gotta tell ya...

This is when my cellular phone starts ringing... The ringer tone will no doubtedly be whatever the No.1 pop song is on the charts at the time... Probably something by Brittney Spears' daughter...

Me: Oppps, sorry Jay, my new Samsung T1000 is ringing. And look at that!!! I've got full bars of service! I'm gonna have to take it...

Leno: *bewildered*

Me: (on phone) YOOOO D-RIZOCKKKKKK! What it be mang?!

This is when the audience hears only one side (my side) of the conversation. It's chock full of clever verbal product placement, and sly but tasteful advertisements. I am never invited back on the Leno show, but my movie wins an Oscar that year...

I mean who doesn't like free stuff?? Just for the record, if anyone in a decision making position of a major company happens to run across this blog. I'm not on Leno yet, but...I love any phone company that isn't "Flint", I love Ferrari's, I love any sort of brand new laptop. I love Martin Margiela and Alexander McQueen suits. I love cheese. I also love Ellen Degeneres, and Sienna Miller. Ehh, although I guess it might not work with actual people...

Wow, I am smelling the most amazing aroma of baked German Chocolate Cake right now... Sunday is my Grandma's birthday ya see, and it's her favorite. Shite, it was supposed to be a surprise... Ah, it's not like grandmothers read internet blogs anyway...

I've typed to much already. I hate my current cellphone service provider. I think you get the point... Sorry if you got this far... this entry was pretty damn long... I suppose I shouldn't have even posted it. You guys will think I have no life and have entirely wayyyyy too much time on my hands. But hey, remember? Supposedly my nights and weekends are free...

Can you hear me now?
|FB|

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Wednesday, April 05, 2006 3:35 PM

Some haikus I wrote to keep me calm in this technology dependent world...

a murderous rage
cell phone company drama
i will win this war
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full bars of service
battery freshly re-charged
i still cannot call
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i cant get your texts
they think that they are tricky
nights and weekends my ass (i know thats 6 syllables...)

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Monday, February 13, 2006 6:50 PM

Love is in the Air...

Hello wonderful friends! I hope all has been amazing as of late, and this blog finds you in incredible spirits and health both. I'm gonna have to apologize to those ones trying to reach me most recently via any form other than face to face. I've kinda fallen off of the planet most recently, to find myself in some galaxy of "frankness". Despite my efforts to reply to voicemails left on friends of friends cell phones, and my gmail inbox, I find myself feeling alittle bad for leaving some in the dark. trust me when I say that i know the world does not revolve around me. I do seem to be however, in my own world at the moment. Or maybe I'm just spacing out...earth to Frank? I read you loud and clear.

February. It's that time of the month.... red ribbons creatively flowing in and out of loops packaging some sort of token of affection from one significant other to another. Yes, it seems that valentine's day has found its way into 2006. The holiday of lovers. snuggling and sexing and sweet sweet nothings. reminiscing and kissing... that little guy cupid flying around with his semi-auto assault rifle full of some magical romantic ammunition. Leave your bullet proof vest at the dry cleaners - who doesn't want to get shot by cupid, in hopes that another will get hit along with you...

This year, my valentine's day plans are non-existent, for better or for worse. I refuse to be bitter and alone however. It is way to easy to fall victim on this heartful day... the commercials, sales, dates - snuggling, sexing, and sweet sweet nothings. I've got amazing memories of past valentine's - from kindergarten, where it was a day good for candy; to 2nd grade where you could safely reveal your crush; all the way to "adulthood" where its a great excuse to fine dine and get creative afterwards... I find it amazing how we designate one day a year for such things. this is partly why "Earth Day" never set right for me. I love our mother earth, and think she surely deserves more than just one day a year for us to clean up and give back. Thanksgiving - arguably one of my most all time favorite holidays. Why not always be thankful? Why not always eat a hearty meal? Thus, Valentine's Day - why not always show love? Love is beautiful... I say lovin' 365 days a year! Although at the moment i'm not specifically nor significantly involved with an other, I'd like to spread the love and wish you all - single and attached - a lovely Valentine's Day!

In lieu of this upcoming holiday, I'm completing a song I've been ignoring for way too long. It's called "Follow the Girl". There's a story behind it, but i think i'll keep it to myself for now. Although i've got a hectic day in front of me tomorrow, i might record a rough version of it tonight - if i somehow get that far i'll be sure to share it with you guys in an upcoming podcast that i've been meaning to create one sleepless night to be...

A smile or a wink
Maybe i'll miss it if i blink,
Just candid calculations for unusual situations...

Cheers to you all, and much love!
|Frank B.|

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Monday, January 30, 2006 12:30 AM

This Blog has been brought to you by the letter "E"

Happy New Year!!!! Well, happy Chinese new year that is...I would like to apologize for the lack of a thoughtful New Years Blog. I was meaning to write one about how it's a new year, with new beginnings, experiences, resolutions, blah blah blah, but it's now already 29days into January 2006, and it has yet to be written. I'd like to say that I've been busy crossing things off my to-do list, and not recovering from new year's festivities. Nonetheless, thanks to the Chinese lunar calender, I get yet another chance to wish you all a happy New Year! Cheers to the upcoming months of work and play, may we do them both in healthy amounts.

Another factor that attributed to my lack of Journal entry was the void of my letter "E". Yup, that's right, one morning during my hazy consumption of jasmine tea (my new non-alcoholic drink of choice), in an incoherent motion i somehow managed to spill some on my trusty keyboard here down south in Atlanta. It all kinda happened in slow-motion, and despite my efforts for a save, the spill was made and rendered the "E" button on my keyboard useless. Unfortunately for me, the letter "E" is the most widely used word in the English language... By no means do I claim to be incredibly proficient in English writing, but my attempts at writing without our beloved "E" failed miserably. I started to think to myself how the world would be without the letter "E". For starters, we wouldn't have any "Hate", just a lot of "Hats". I'd trade a "Hat" for "Hate" any day... Without "E", I wouldn't have to worry about rushing to get things done, and the pressure of "Time". From "Time" we get "Tim", and without Tim, we wouldn't have the cinematic gems such as the first 'Batman' and 'Edward Scissorhands'. Instead of "Bear", we get "Bar", but unfortunately this bar wouldn't have "Wine" which no matter what you might say, doesn't equate to "Win"...I guess the letter "E" does serve a pretty important purpose in our lives. It's funny how i didn't miss "E" until it was gone...I mean a life without Ease?? Who said life was Easy anyway? Lucky for me, the damage from the Tea only lasted a few days...

A few days...the main reason I upped my tea consumption in the first place was because of the discrepancy of a few days...One lovely morning after the New Year, I was actually able awake at a decent hour conducive to productivity. I am very far from being a morning person however, and needed some sort of extra boost with my breakfast. Not trusting my coffee making capabilities at home, and too lazy to put on clothes and rush to the nearest starbucks, i opted for the probably expired package of hot coco that I found in the pantry. "Just add warm milk" the directions read. This is where the problem began. I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I'm one of those people that always look for the "Best if used by" date on food packaging. I'm the worst person in the world when it comes to actually deciphering that "suggested date". Either I'm confident that I can beat the system and get more usage out of said product, or I'm paranoid that the consumption of whatever beverage or food a day past the date will result in some unknown horrific disease... It's always a race with the calender to get the most possible bite for my buck all while staying semi-healthy. Milk scares me. Even when drinking soy milk, I keep my eye on those lunar numbers atop of the carton. It had apparently been a week after the suggested date on the box, and even after smelling it I couldn't tell and didn't want to take the chance, so I went with the little box of Chinese Jasimine Tea instead. Reading the box, I learn of all the crazy magical powers that tea has and I immediately knew it was for me. I mean, it's supposedly healthy, AND it's named after a letter of the alphabet...how freakin' cool is that?!

Well, it's getting late, and I want to start my Chinese new year in the most productive way possible, which means early to sleep, early to wake up and go to the gym/stuff like that... I've got a pretty good feeling that 2006 is going to be one of the best years ever. Pretty bold statement I know, but I'm gonna stick to my guns on this one. We'll see upon our review in about 11 months I guess. I found this a pretty cool way to start off the new year: The other day in fear that my one (or two) week old pasta dish could have scheming parasites living in it, I went and ordered some amazing Chinese delivery. After I devoured my tofu and vegetable fried rice, I was left with a delightful fortune cookie. Thanks to Stephen B. I can share with you the actual scan of my most recent fortune:

Now that's the type of fortune that I like to see! None of those proverbial phrases, or sayings that tell you something about yourself that you probably already knew, but an actual bonafide fortune! And come to think about it, I could totally use a working vacation to some sunny destination...I wouldn't mind some sand and waves right about now to surf in the new year! So if by chance any certain clients happen to run across this blog, remember - fortune cookies never lie ;-) On that note, I'm off to bed - got a crazy 12 months ahead! I hop to visit soon, and Happy Nw Yar!!
|FB|

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Monday, November 28, 2005 10:00 AM

I eat Pitt Bulls for Breakfast.

Today I happened to stumble across a "To Do" list from 2 months ago...There was this passing stage in my life where I felt the need to write everything down. Paper everywhere - notebooks, receipts, moleskines, post-it notes...a cluttered chaos of pre-calculated tasks. My attempt at conventional organization...From afar it might have looked OCDish or as if I had an unhealthy fascination with productivity, but as I mentioned in my last blog about the "Program"; the seemingly endless randomly placed "To Do" lists, were mere safety mechanisms to counterattack my inherent laziness. Even my laziness was dormant, whatever that means.

So back to the 2 month old "To Do" list. It was one of my typical "To Do" lists that I was making at the time. On the top, in red letters is usually something like "Go to Gym", or "Work on Music"...the red signifying something that needs to be done everyday. Proceeding down the list, in a more non-assuming color, are the more specific things that need to be done throughout the week. Pay credit card bill. Email Jane back. Finish reading novel. Buy concert tickets. Switch to T-Mobile. Stuff like that. I usually leave neat little lines or brackets to the left of each task, to check off at a later time upon completion. By now you probably think I'm weird. You have every right to. The truth of the matter is, I make pretty amazing "To Do" lists. Sure, in the time that it takes to plot out said list, daily task could have been done, but that's neither here nor there...

The list that I found was created in typical Frank Bell fashion. At first glance, it gave me a feeling of accomplishment to see all of the checked off brackets. When I gazed a little closer however, I noticed a few things that remained unchecked. I still need to catch up with my good actor buddy Brian Rieger in Boston. I still need to buy plane tickets to LA. I still need to do laundry -- heh, just kiddin'...Another neglected item, on the bottom of this "To Do" list, written bold blue letters next to a naked, unchecked bracket, was "Write New Blog"...

Well I'm sorry its taken so long, and there isn't really an excuse...after all - it was on a "To Do" list...And now, I don't even know if a blog about how "I haven't written a blog in 5 months" even constitutes as a real blog anyway...I guess I started to feel guilty, not only because of my void of a new blog, but because of the incomplete "To Do" list as a whole. As a general rule, when I start something, I do what I can to finish it. Isolated life-altering extenuating circumstances aside *cough BU cough*, I usually get things done. The last major task that I left undone still haunts me to this day...

Boston, Massachusetts. About 2 summers ago, mid-July. Allston. Spike's Junkyard Hotdogs. I came up with the bright idea to try and defeat their reigning champion in the veggie dog eating contest. When you walk into Spike's, on the walls are photos of the top eaters...I'm talkin' really fat guys, really skinny gals, all sorts of people that all had one thing in common - a freakishly large stomach capacity. I longed to be one of those people on the wall with a Spike's Challenge T-shirt. I wanted to prove myself in the vegetarian-hot-dog-eating-championship world. I wanted to make a name for myself. I started training about a week before hand. *Start Rocky IV Montage* Getting used to the taste of vegetarian-hot dogs (i'm already vegetarian, but not a fan of hotdogs, meat or faux...). I drank unhealthy amounts of water in efforts to stretch my digestive organs. I quit smoking Cigarettes. I had a team of trainers that did research into the composites and density of their buns. We devised potential strategies for the challenge which included dipping the buns in water to decrease surface area and expedite the process. My pothead friends insisted that a session with them would dramatically increase my chances of completing the challenge...It became a publicised event. I actually was supposed to play a show at a nearby bar later that night...I don't know what I was thinking. When the magical afternoon had finally come, Spike's Junkyard Dogs, was crowded with my arsenal of friends, supporters, and strangers hoping that I would barf...The record to beat was 12 Veggie-dogs in 90mins, but I was going for 15...Well, you already know how this story ends...I ate 9.5 dogs...and I still have recurring dreams of killer hotdogs...another naked bracket in the "To Do" list that is my life...I guess the moral of the story is, if you have something 'to do', get 'er done! One day I will return, with stomach organs worthy of making jabba the hut jealous. The name "Frank Bell" will grace the walls of Spike's Junkyard Dogs, along with a photo and a story of passion and perseverance to go along with it.

I've rambled enough today...So here's your damn Blog. Hope all is swell! Cheers, take care, and farewell...I've got stuff to do...
F.Bell

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Saturday, May 14, 2005 9:59 AM

The magic of airports and neck-hugging garments.

Next stop, Concorse C. The Color Coded Maps And Signs In This Vehicle Match The Station Colors. Please Move To The Center Of The Vehicle And Away From The Doors.

Airports. There is just something about them. Something serene and peaceful, yet chaotic and cacophonous at the same time. Balance. Maybe that's it. No matter the airport, I always feel like I'm at the center of the world when I'm there. Heathrow. LAX. Charles De Gaulle. Logan. Hartsfield. I know them all to well, and yet every time, it's something refreshing and mind altering. The constant flow of people coming and going continues to stir up excitement in my fragile yet hardened heart. I didn't think I would have time to post a blog while I was here, but surprisingly, security was easy on me today...so easy it's scary. Maybe it was my new sophisticated passport photo (see gallery for reference), or maybe because its my birthday, but nonetheless, here I sit, with somewhat ample time to type a few random words as the thoughts come to me, hopefully bringing a smile to your day.

So, wandering around after I passed security, I somehow find myself, here in one of those fancy-schmancy vip airport clubs...It's weird that absolutely no one has said anything to me being here, but hey; I'm not complaining, I've got a computer, free long-distance phone calls, a full bar, and I get to act important till it's time for me to head out. I'm dressed fairly nicely today, so that might give them reason to think I belong. That was my ingenious strategy back as an underage drinker...Before I went out, I would throw on a tie and dress-shirt: the fancier the better. I'm wearing a tie - that must mean I'm 21...right? Surprisingly, it worked! Sure, I definitely stood out at the dirty sport bars in Atlanta, my friends in jeans and torn t-shirts, but the bartender never questioned my legal manhood. Now that I'm of age to drink, the shirt and tie thing has become somewhat of a staple Frankisim when it comes to alcoholic consumption...something that I'm trying to work on. I'll go shopping when my plane lands.

While I'm on the subject of the mystical powers of clothing, I might as well tell you what I'm wearing right now, and why I am so worried. My nice boots, some 7even jeans with a cool belt buckle, a suit jacket, some phat new raybands, and a turtleneck...about 6 years ago, I promised myself that I would NEVER wear a turtleneck ever again, and now on this day, May 14th, the anniversary of my birth, I am breaking this personal pact. What is the source of my strong feelings against the 'turtleneck' you ask? Well, about 6 years ago, I was having coffee at a local Starbucks with my old pal, James Perry. At the table across from us, sits a woman and her baby, one of those bratty but cute babies. The ones that amuse you, but you're glad they aren't yours type of babies - you know the kind. So this baby is playing around in baby land, and falls into this brick fireplace center piece in the middle of the coffee house. The baby's head hits the brick! (I'm this far into the story and realize I shouldn't be telling you this, but I'll go on for continuity sake) The baby starts crying like hell! Now, there wasn't any visible bleeding, but the baby's head just had a hard-core make-out session with the fireplace, enough said. I was wearing a turtleneck that day...the soft fabric against my sensitive neck tickled my heart...and I made that apparent I guess...While others in the coffee house looked in concern at the baby and its mother, I held back laughter! It finally, got to a point where I couldn't hold it in anymore and I erupted with a laughing track that would put SNL to shame. It was horrible. My eyes turned red, and my grin was permanent. Cold surprising stares from students and coffee addicts were shot in my direction. I ran out of the coffee house and into my car to gain composure. Ridding myself of the neck hugging garment that I had earlier so affectionately worn, I left James in Starbucks to assure the strangers that I was indeed a good person with strong morals. Ever since that moment, I swore to never wear turtlenecks again. They harness some sort of power of brutal honesty and emotional freedom. It's scary to me. A power so strong, that for 6 years I avoided it. And now, it's making a comeback...in May nonetheless...who woulda thought? From now, till my plane lands, I am hoping that nothing catastrophic happens. God save me if someone trips. A funny outfit, crazy hair...for once, I hope I don't notice it. The airport is a wonderful place for fun crazies, and intense people watching, but for once; I hope my day is dull...at least until I change. I'm putting my powers to the test. I'll be sure to let you guys know who won...

Ironically enough, my calendar vocabulary word of the day is "Viatical", which means 'of or relating to travel'. How appropriate! Almost eerie...had it it said "Inebriated" I'd probably be more freaked out, as that seems to be the course of popular action tonight. Wow, I meant to write this blog about how I'm a year older...reflective revelations of the past blah blah, but this environment is too overpowering for me. The magic of airports and neck-hugging garments. I better down a drink, smoke a fag, and make a call to China before someone notices that I don't belong here...then...off to my flight!

Faithfully yours,
~Frank~

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Tuesday, April 19, 2005 9:56 AM

Sky + Miles = Smiles

I've got this thing where I can't stay in one place for too long. It's weird, either that or maybe I just have an affinity for traveling. Yet, paradoxical enough, I generally enjoy the company of others (that's a cooler way of saying that I don't enjoy being lonely). There's something about different places. Meeting people and seeing different faces. It turns me on. So does dulce de leche icecream, and honesty.

I went to the post-office last week, wearing the most beat up pair of holey sweat pants, and mixed-matched vans, along with a suit jacket, shirt, and tie. I was re-newing my passport. My last passport (I lost it somewhere in-between Belarus, and St.Kitts) had this incredibly cheeky grin, I was sporting the part on the side hair-do(a-la-kid and play), and donning a polo shirt with my former private school emblem. It was definitely time for a new passport. I already had the look that I was going for ready. I was going to do the innocent, yet tough look. The important business man, yet hip look. I had it all planned out. I've always been the victim of random searches. I've grown accustumed to it, I don't even bother smartly packing anymore, and usually arrive 3 hours early for my flights. For international travel, I might as well have the perfect passport picture. what was I thinking...Of course, my local passport-person was rude and rash. He didn't even warn me of the flash...I failed to get a good look at my photo, but I got a glimpse, am I wearing a tie...you can't even tell!...oh well. I'll post my passport photo for all to see later this week when I get it back. For some reason, I put an express order on it. It's not like I'm planing an African safari or Persian excursion any time soon. It just goes back to my original point. I like being able to pack up and travel at my own discretion. Maybe a trait that I inherited from my distant yet loving Father...Nonetheless, planning is a bother. Over time, I've gotten use to my candid calculations so to speak. With a sporadic nature, the world as my educator.

Sometimes I like to pretend like I'm McGuyver. Make incredible life saving concoctions with household items. His clever resourcefulness has always amazed me. He seems to know his way around the system so well. We could all learn a lesson from him. I've been trying to work the system myself recently. I'm trying to figure out a way to rack up the most skymiles with the least effort. For instance, I know Delta and American Express are having a deal with a certain flower delivering service. I get 15 skymiles for every dollar. My mother's birthday is this week. Got her an insane amount of flowers delivered to her door. Is that bad? I've actually been sending flowers to everyone recently. Mother's day is May 8th. My first grade teacher. That nice lady at the grocery store who swears I'm already famous. The guy at the Vespa Dealership. Hell, even you might be getting flowers from me within the next few weeks. And if you don't; don't worry, I probably just miss-placed your address. I get high off of making others happy. Literally. I digress - nonetheless, I should have at least a million sky-miles soon at best.

Recently, life in general has been pretty great, all travel plans aside. I've been sucking it all in, taking everything in stride. I'm excited over the recent acquisition of my new website. The lovely Becca G. has amazed me with her design, I can't wait to show it off to the world in due time. I've relinquished my extravagant birthday plans in May(14). It was just way to much trouble at the end of the day. I'm not sure what I'll end up doing. Maybe meditate at home alone, although I would still like to get away. Boston, NYC, LA? Around that time; if anyone wants to get down, and if I have enough sky-miles, to fly to your town, I know how to make an amazing - life - altering martini. All I need is a rubberband, a 9-volt battery, and coat-hanger.

Responsible Frank is starting to kick in. Where this day ends, in my dreams, another begins. If you're anywhere but here, hopefully I will see you soon. and if you are here, let's take a trip. How 'bout the moon?
Yours, and Much love from the skies,

Frankie Brown Eyes

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