dude, see if you can see yourself

the slow song of late nite
a coldroll in the hay
sometimes i believe in everything
maybe when im better illgoaway

exactly where id been looking at

nice try
smog breath
take a silly spill
you undeniably chilly philly bitch


one time i go outside
row my boat
gently down your stream

sentence preposition

better take a breather

the transmission of
sensational
sweet emission

the haunting glow
thatsickeninglight

sheesh

cowboy transcript

how bout "the bareback-piggyback cowboy transcript"

or gazing through crusty crouton clouds to the island of the jerky sun
how bout suntanned flap jacks with moist sausage patties
or left handed lunches without juice shadowed sunshine
sometimes im like a child with wild strawberries



free

turn off the lights moonlight

out of tune, warm again

nowhere in the alley to look towards
ask me the right question before i fall asleep


sleep streams sneeze breath
your old girlfriend is dead, yucko

waste a rubber life with silly friends
paste your self on by

in your pink blouse
the volcano rules

aliens

crop circle dust
in my eyes

i fell to
my knees

and begged you
for a warm embrace

hard to believe

fading
fast
everything
is here

crooning mod punk cunt.

ohh the taproom!

two guys walked
into a bar
and the
rabbi said

i wanna know

few mammals everyday
let's spell the words exactly
questions everyywhere always
writing a list of everything we see

there is a butterfly
dangling on the window
let's cruise out
in early october

honey in the sun
there is a darling
shining
somewhere
in the
sun

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL RIVER TO DRIVE DOWN.
EYES LIKE A FATHER LOOKING AT A MOTHER.
SEAL THE DEAL LIKE A PLEASURE.
WE PROBABLY DON'T DANCE ENOUGH.
anymores

PSYCH

that's cute

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marijuana is the new cocaine

shoe fly pie

small fry guy

aloha hello

lets crawl around on this beautiful floor
until the succulent aroma dissapears

there is another side that is crazy
but you have to pull yourself through

we can cry a lot but we are still crying
let's whistle and create a brand new song

there is no place to lose our minds anymore
can anyone hear us at all, motherfucker.

awkward and indestructible

we like to ride all night
and i know it sounds corny
when you're wounded in jazz

the sun burnt my skin so bad
that i had to take my shirt off in a friends apartment
to lube myself down with aloe juice
or something else
i can never remember

it's that stiff cigarette
staring down the club
with a hardcore solo

sax cutting through everything
even rookie mistakes

there are the dexter gordons
and there are the art blakeys


and that doesn't even mean anything

talk to a ghost when you have to

don't forget about everything
the edge of this and that add up to a steep
cliff
smoke a weed and leave the remains on your keyboard
bake bread
play dead
spill the beans if you have to

sleep comes
and luxury tax

use the truth

a hundred dollars can fix anything

summer wind

the breeze followed me back
into nightfall

and onwards
deep within the darkness

riding on that horse
straight into the sea

howl

oh sympathetic moon
i am the lion
i fly on your earth
i'll die in your arms
oh sympathetic moon

indiscriminate charm

the cocoa butter melts
into my horrible wound
a happy hour bicycle ride awry
twenty five little bows tie
a frankenstein of sorts
the kind of welcomed ugliness
only a mother could understand

another convenient mess
though this time there are no excuses
nothing to complain about
within this theory
all bases are covered
no foolishness anywhere

the best night of my life

a barbecue with the most friends
the best beers
abuzz andteaming with reality
there is a far away road
take that and the adoring jokes about
crib death
melting babies
and child molestation

lazy poem

be a star
in the empty skies

a boat
restless seas

comet
solar system

ect
ect

do not pray for conclusion

sometimes we dont want to sign in to create
made my way through this rough town
over the walls of some odd thing
scratching my way into

i can hear the pain
somewherefrom breathing
championship of the old lot
still pickin my way up town

tuesday july 29th

it's a
melted piece of mozzarella
on a toasted piece of bread


shasta is so sweet

DONT SAY ANYTHING

whatever direction you choose
make sure its chosen

you fuckin slobs

this is precious oxygen
to not fool with

we can ship the slob klondikes to mars
in fifty years

dont accept peril
long john silvers

ho

ginger blood vodka

lets gaze at the chipped glass
while our lip is stuck
to the drink well
past drinken

a drop of fresh blood
melts into all persued
type on an idea
well past used

all star game

nothing to win
lets loose and loose
adjust the numbers
to sin and booze

wake and sense
that loss is relative
to your prize
there is no fault
behind those eyes

peace piece

there isnt even
a girl
RIGHT NOW
who has my
number

robert frost i ain't

"Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things To yield with a grace to reason And bow and accept at the end Of a love or a season."

I DRIVE A DODGE STATUS

I have a Volvo.
I like driving
on water.


Sometimes
I hear everything.
Imagine that.

shut the fuck up

s oo l on g
go ne
featuring
the last honest
moment
again
&
again
ect ect ect ect infin
ity
thirsty for coke
and pepsi
building thefeeling

see a felt
time wash ing up
around
everywhere
especially the
s e a

bornoutofthat tightskinshifting forcomforteverywhere
especiallywithanywomen ohyouknowthestory
acrowdedemptiness seeingwithout
feeling

where have we going

re mem b e r
immediacy re mem b e r comp
lacency a stupid way
to find your self
"no good" wat ccchhhh t ast e

remember this song

that stripper tied to the pier
out to sea on a rotisserie star
a field of green inside a dream
in a brand new contempory piece of shit

we made a recycled tongue on the couch
it's just another bad symphony
played out all night

it's just a beer on the futon
another wasted extravaganza
what a joy to compose
another bad symphony

i cant write that

Everyone stands alone on the heart of the earth
transfixed by a sun ray:
and suddenly it is evening

i am the only one can ride that horse yonder

i am full of bees that died at sea its a wonderful lifeits a wonderful life
itsawonderfulelifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullife

find a match in the darkness

casey stengel

going to bed with a woman
never hurt a ball player
its staying up all night
looking for them
that does you in.

barry bonds was always better now he's just faster

i went to the sight where otis redding crashed

if i was woody guthrie i would write a song about it

jack kerouac has a purple heart

i cant argue with what i said before

i cant fight my feelings
fuck it
you just
go and bare all sometimes
if you cant sit there
in the sickness
then get the hell out

just like a butterfly
making butter in the sun
warm my pre-morning smile
find that magic howl

sometimes i make misses so
sometimes i walk hand in hand
sometimes my love is growing
ill tell you darling

a ghost or a shadow

we've dropped off before
like a being born from a whore
there we are without a doubt
you can scream or you can shout

obscured by coca-cola

who are we
but you and i
we walk around town
just to see a pedigree
i punch holes
in a can and we get
stoned
what can i say,
i'm in my prime
not short,
not dead,
no rest,
and blink your head,
and i'll be gone
green is a funeral man's drum song
t-bone strum and get you some
stay behind and be gold eyes
look around the morning
suprised to find no sunlight lies

why we always create spaces between

there is a space that lies between art/design and food that i think offers a valid exploration prize. that feeling from the soul of a kitchen has always been the result of well laid hands. the price of research is as inexpensive as remembering a particularly sunny day, or cloudy day, which ever you choose. and the wealthiest memories always bring warmth from that bread baked long ago.



important to create, important to struggle, and the importance of living on very little, these are the necessities which we blend to give our lives a breathing rhythm. without them we would rely on media circuits and stale laws that are as irrelevant as whatever crisis we are always in.

take a deep breath and a long cool sip and all the recipes will fall from the sky.

the best part about anonymity

i'm gone. there is freedom in the stars. goodnight clouds, goodnight sunshine.

spittin sweet memories

what the fuck
i swear when i haven't a summer breeze to talk about
my only dream is sealed in an idea of love and taste and if you like the taste sing about it
there is a wind flowing and it pushes along,
and forces my boys idea of opportunity
all we need isn't physical
just acknowledge your heart
say what you need to say
find your love
don't look past
the time is gone
the time might be long gone.

i got back last night

its a little depressing returning to philly. sorry folks. thanks for watching. will get phone activated soon.

glad to see that zima is alive and well

a few final pics. the best pizza i ever had, at savoy, tokyo. the tsukiji fish market at 7 a.m. view from the top of kyoto's moma. and my favorite temple in fujinomiya. here is a link for more comprehensive pics that my brother took on our trip. http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=23uk7wyf.9tjm52y3&x=0&y=-y4snid&localeid=en_US

hello again from toyota country

they got baseball fever over here in osaka. went to my first game last night, and it felt like the middle of a heated world series. these people are basically crazy for the hanshin tigers. they scored five runs in the ninth to win it. they even let you bring your own beer in.

"I really like lunch."

i know this one is in poor taste, but last night when miyata-san challenged me with this nasty food, i challenged him with pronunciation. not a lot of L's in the japanese language. we were both crying, we were laughing so hard. the waitress kept staring at us.
here are some much needed pictures
tomo's best friends girlfriends son at the temple with yours truly. the birdpark/greenhouse place. fuji-san from a lawn chair on the golf course with "super dry" in hand. whiskey and blues with tomo late. and this beautiful chef in her home with squid and pork okonomiyaki cookin. definitely soul food. notice her smock thing,
work simple
casual work
simple casual
work simple


let the good times roll

....worst pizza ever.

so back to the weekend. went to tomo's parents home on sunday to cook the pizza, and i was hurtin pretty bad. you never need to finish a night of drinking with whisky. ouch.
his family lived in rome for ten years, his father is a master sculptor. at the train station in town is a beautiful sculpture/fountain he made. the house is filled with art, very cool place right on the edge of the forest. will post some photos soon.
needless to say his family has eaten many pizzas and speaks italian. but i couldnt read any labels of the flour, yeast, ect. so pizza was really flat and crispy, kind of like a cracker. it was pretty embarrassing, but they said they liked it. i probably would have thrown it out. havent given up though, im going back after my brother comes.
my brother, scott, is coming friday. so hopefully thursday or friday is my last day at the nest. thank god. time to travel. mito-yokohama-fujinomiya-kyoto-osaka-tokyo. then my brother leaves and i go back to fujinomiya and stay at tomo's until may.
went out with miyata-san last night. he is always trying to get me to eat some weird shit. he orders something and says "challenge"? yesterday it was unagi(eel) liver grilled on a stick. who knew they even had livers? really bitter. i couldnt eat it. then he ordered monkfish liver. just like foie gras but fishy aftertaste. didnt like. it took five beers and two glasses of wine just to wash the taste out of my mouth.

forget april in paris...

sakura(cherry) blossoms everywhere. they have these parties(hanami), where they go to the park and sit under these beautiful trees and drink and eat, play music, whatever. went to fujinomiya to visit tomo. he is a really brilliant artist who studied and lived in philly for something like ten years. tomo has some great work at the fleisher ollman gallery. anyhoo, had a blast in his hometown. woke up at 6:30 for surfing, no waves. breakfast with beer and sake instead. went to the jurong birdpark. unbelievable. saw nearly a hundred owls. most of them were a couple feet away, without cages. went to driving range at base of fuji-san. had a couple asahi super-drys. drove golf balls? okinomiyaki and squid yakisoba at some really tiny restaurant. i think the woman cooking the food lived there. a few more super dry pounders. ready for nap. went to mt. fujis main temple. many sakura there. washed my hands in temple water, gave them some money, then did this prayer/clap kind if thing? off to the onsen. many different kind of pools and springs here. really relaxing. take shower. get into hot spring or sauna. just chill. went to grocery store to get pizza making ingredients(couldnt read a damn thing). went to the japanese bar(izakaya). ate too much, drank more beer and sake. then this great whisky bar. they play good blues music. drank jim beam rye. went home to make pizza dough......

richard prince who else

i knew a guy who was so rich he could ski uphill. another one. i went to a wedding at a nudist colony. it was easy to see who the best man was. another one. i told my mother-in-law, " my house is your house." last week she sold it. another one. i went to a psychiatrist. he said, "tell me everything." i did, and now he's doing my act.

p.s. please check out japanese artist Orimoto Tatsumi

Geisha Relief Fund

Knowledgeable sources estimate that there are just over 100 geishas left in Kyoto. With numbers ever decreasing, now is the time to help these poor girls regain their once exquisite grace and refined entertainment capabilities. Every dollar can help, every performance can be saved. With just over a dollar a day you can be part of restoring vital history to these trying times. Please make all donations payable to the Joseph Beddia Caring for Geisha Foundation, and we will make sure the girls recieve all the love they need. Send checks and money orders to 311-0133 1257 Kounsosu, Naka-shi, Ibaraki, Japan

warm reflections from a bygone jazz era

dudes. unbelievable. this guy has been collecting whiskey for almost 40 years. he plays only classic jazz. his bar snack are raisins wrapped in butter. it makes sense to me. and here is a bottle of twenty year pappy van winkle bourbon which he paid 600 dollars for. it was amazing. sorry i was a little blurry . people come from all over japan to visit him. the amber house, right here in mito. we listened to the horace silver trio and the john coltrane quartet live in tokyo.

i know i dont deserve it but i got reservations to sushi mizutani in tokyo. some guy at work knows a guy. some say the best in tokyo i.e. the world.

BUCHO SAN!!!!

This is Jack Burton in the Porkchop Express and I'm talkin' to whoever's listening out there.
All I know is that this Lo Pan character comes out of thin air in the middle of a goddamn alley, while his buddies are flying around on wires cutting everybody to shreds, and he just STANDS there, waiting for me to drive my truck straight through him, with LIGHT coming out of his mouth?

Here it is folks

sorry, cant get the picture the right way. maybe youse can figure it out. theres a bunch of drunk businessmen outside yelling bonsai. i might have to break out the nunchucks and show em some real chuck norris

shit. beautiful 20 hectoliter dme brewery, easy mash out, my view from the bottling line, miyata san putting champagne yeast into oak barrels of xtra high, and the beginning of cherry blossom season in the middle of the brewery complex. take that.

EARTHQUAKE

MY CAPLOCK IS BROKEN. IM MORE OF A LOWER CASE GUY. ANYWAY, I WAS SITTING IN THE LUCHROOM EATING MY SQUID YAKI SOBA, MINDING MY OWN BEESWAX, WHEN THE ROOM STARTS SHAKING LIKE CRAZY. IT WAS KIND OF STORMY OUTSIDE AND AT FIRST I THOUGHT IT WAS THUNDER, BUT NOPE A REAL HONEST TO GOODNESS EARTHQUAKE. IT WAS ONLY LIKE TEN SECONDS, BUT IT WAS KIND OF COOL.

godzilla about town...

coming soon. i guarantee this placed will get scorched by the time im done with it. had a good food day in tokyo yesterday. first off its really fucking confusing trying to walk around. there was not one street sign in english, its all japanese character lettering. somehow i always manage. had my first yakitori(grilled chicken over charcoal on a stick) and found amazing pizza, some of the best ive ever had. oh and i had a couple 9 dollar pints of beer. nothing funny about that.

JOY and PAIN....like SUNSHINE and RAIN

i guess i shouldn't have eaten those chicken enchiladas or drank all that beer. i barely remember eating that mc pork sandwich late night. my brain is on fire. i have tomorrow off and will be going to tokyo. finally. the bossman makes john myerow(tria owner) look like mother teresa. and i really like john. anyway, i think taka-san(brewmaster) and garret oliver should get together, they have a lot in common, if you know what i mean.

I'm dying! No you're not...But you are gonna have to stick your head between your legs to tell the time.

the horse(i cant remember the japanese word) is served with a raw garlic puree, ginger puree(lower left hand corner) and raw onions in the back. if you notice on the soba picture, the small green root and the grater, its fresh wasabi that you grate yourself. similar but more subtle than the horseradish version, the flavor and aroma actually dissapates after ten minutes or so. oh, and i pale in comparison to charles bronson in Kinjite: Forbidden Subjects. im far too pretty

horse, tempura, soba and me

Hold on to the night, hold on to the memories

The guys took me out for a birthday celebration at a raman house. It was really f-n good. Great drink food.
I never figured I would make it to 31. I always thought that I would get hit by a car or something tragic, some result of my own stupidity. Either way I feel really lucky and am pretty happy with things.
That being said, there is no way in hell, that I can stay at this brewery for another month. I bottled again today from 8 till 5, and then cleaned kegs from 5 till 8:30. The main bottling guy quit today because of an argument with bucho-san(the owner), or the bastard as everyone seems to call him. I think I can afford to stay in a hostel for a couple of weeks before my brother comes.

ps　　I had a special birthday celebration with myself this morning when　I woke up.

Picture pages, Picture pages

I have a couple good pics, but the damn computer is in Japanese. Give me another week or so to translate. Tonight, monkfish liver, kind of like foie gras. Duck sashimi. And only 12 hours of bottling. Im dying. I guess were all widdling away at something.

P.S. Japanese women have no idea how administer oral sex according to the documentary that I saw in my hotel room last night.

coldest regards, joey

Catch a cannonball now t'take me down the line

Bottling beer. Sneaking beers. Eating traditional Japanese dinners. Yesterday, horse sashimi. Soba noodles. Fermented soybeans(fucking nasty). Asahi draft. Asahi Super Dry bottles. Cigarettes called Hope. Miso soup three times a day(good). Bento boxes for lunch(each time is a suprise). My first fresh wasabi. Went to the onsen(natural hot spring bath), I was the youngest person by at least 35 years, the guy next to me was putting on his diaper. Saw a play about a samauri and his girlfriend or something? I can't wait to get out of this town to see Japan. I miss America a little bit. Although it's really not that different, in my opinion.
I want to make a pizza.

wanted to make amends with the feelings of the last post....

before i get on the drink horse, but thats always a little late. my spirits are high even in the intense gloom of the brewing sweatshop. im making very nice with the brewing staff, who are of course amazing. by the way, the word nice i hate, its just so lite sounding, and people throw it around like everdayday wasted time. but the dudes, at hitachino, are truly nice. kind and funny and giving in every sense.

here's the lowdown

turns out i'm working for a company that gives it's workers no vacation, and a mandatory 6 day work week. i'm pretty sure this is what guam's like. a couple of guys are getting ready to quit. there is no love for a brewer in this world, especially for all the hard work and pleasure they give.

anyway, i found a couple of decent bars to hang in, but this might be my first friday night that i have to stay in in my life, due to my 6am wake up call. what the fuck.
i'll get some pictures on here when i find a decent computer. i haven't seen shit yet, anyway.

and by the way, japanese men get a bad rap, they don't have small penises. taka-san(brewmaster) showed me his today and it's bigger than mine.

My luggage is lost in translation

I've already brewed two batches of beer, a ginger ale and my first non alcohol beer. No one really speaks English, which is good, because no one bothers me. Extremely kind people, who brew very nice beer. I can't wait to put on fresh underwear. Now I know what it's like to pack light. Food is good. gotta get back to my brew, jaa soro-soro shitsuree-shimasu bitches

i need to talk to myself right now

excuse me my luncheon is getting rained on the beer is extra malty because its old digital conversation makes lonely seem amusing off anew off again the dark side seems light we pull ourselves out after we fall in we always fall in get up and make it again there are no lies in love pure