....so I sit here having the most wonderful Espresso Martini as I reflect upon the the days that have recently passed.
Unhappy with the quality perhaps, of course then again I am my biggest critic. The problem I have admittedly is that my best ideas and work come to me when I am in the most inconvenient places. Half asleep, in the car, in the shower, no where that I have pen no paper to record such witty expressions worthy of your reading.
Frustrated that I cannot live up to my own expectations....
Inspired by some of the people I follow... wishing I could regain the joie d'vie to write passionately.
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the phone rang and the NTSB needs to come in because my train of thought has been derailed and there is a catastrophe in my head.
thoughts and ideas, fragmented, shattered, dismembered and disemboweled.
...the disappointing recurrence of late.
.. alas poor Yorick he too like my ideas has passed.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
in due time - Spring Cleaning
Ideas they once were a plenty upon the tree of life, yet now as in winter they have dried and withered from the branch. Now fallen, hurried away by the stark winter winds never to be seen again…
…this is the story retold time and time again in my mind. Some seed sprouts and takes root. Lest I tend to it quickly, nurturing, it succumbs to the detritus of everyday life and once buried it becomes stifled and its muffled cries to be heard go unnoticed. Perhaps one day I will stumble upon it again. Hopefully then it will flourish rapidly, again exposed to the sunlight!
I long for the exhilaration of a conversation, posting of some astute individual, or intellectual debate to clean house in my mind.
“Take out the trash!”
Throw back the curtains drawn closed by the numbness of the mundane. Let in that energy, the sunshine, that has been deprived allowing the seeds to flourish and blossom into something beautiful for me to share.
…this is the story retold time and time again in my mind. Some seed sprouts and takes root. Lest I tend to it quickly, nurturing, it succumbs to the detritus of everyday life and once buried it becomes stifled and its muffled cries to be heard go unnoticed. Perhaps one day I will stumble upon it again. Hopefully then it will flourish rapidly, again exposed to the sunlight!
I long for the exhilaration of a conversation, posting of some astute individual, or intellectual debate to clean house in my mind.
“Take out the trash!”
Throw back the curtains drawn closed by the numbness of the mundane. Let in that energy, the sunshine, that has been deprived allowing the seeds to flourish and blossom into something beautiful for me to share.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader.
He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
- Anonymous
My Dear friend it has been awhile since we sat in the company of each other. I regret this and feel remiss, but do not doubt that you are ever far from my thoughts.
It seems so long since I gazed into your eyes and saw your unequivocal love.
Recollection brings tears to my eyes…there were times we disagreed, but they seem faded and distant. The good memories are crowding them out and their glow casts the un-pleasantries further into the shadows. I am not ready to say goodbye, or face the fact we shall have no chance to create more memories together…
I will evermore remember you and each time I will wipe a tear from my eye. It will be one born from mixed emotions. Joyous and yet tainted with sadness for each memory will bring back our time together and fill my heart warmly, but all to soon it will remind me that you are gone and once again the cold pain shall pierce me to the core.
Be well…and hold dear in your heart that you have touched my soul, shown unto me the truth in love unconditional. I will always remember you and wonder if I was worthy to share your time.
You are his life, his love, his leader.
He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
- Anonymous
My Dear friend it has been awhile since we sat in the company of each other. I regret this and feel remiss, but do not doubt that you are ever far from my thoughts.
It seems so long since I gazed into your eyes and saw your unequivocal love.
Recollection brings tears to my eyes…there were times we disagreed, but they seem faded and distant. The good memories are crowding them out and their glow casts the un-pleasantries further into the shadows. I am not ready to say goodbye, or face the fact we shall have no chance to create more memories together…
I will evermore remember you and each time I will wipe a tear from my eye. It will be one born from mixed emotions. Joyous and yet tainted with sadness for each memory will bring back our time together and fill my heart warmly, but all to soon it will remind me that you are gone and once again the cold pain shall pierce me to the core.
Be well…and hold dear in your heart that you have touched my soul, shown unto me the truth in love unconditional. I will always remember you and wonder if I was worthy to share your time.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
elusive bastard
...it mocks me. It is the evil twin of the balmy summer breeze. They both stand in the wings and laugh boisterously as I search for them. The icy grip of winter has replaced the comfort of the warmer months and now sleep has run away as well.
Night has become a parade of monodramas. Some more bizarre than the rest leave me puzzled at mornings arrival. It is the type of stuff that even makes late late night TV seem normal.
Why does sleep mock me so? Darting about like a sparrow hunting insects in the freshly mown grass. Swift, unpredictable, yet gracefully elusive.
The days are short and light fades fast. It will not be long before the dance will begin again....
the questioned posed...we it be caught tonight?
Night has become a parade of monodramas. Some more bizarre than the rest leave me puzzled at mornings arrival. It is the type of stuff that even makes late late night TV seem normal.
Why does sleep mock me so? Darting about like a sparrow hunting insects in the freshly mown grass. Swift, unpredictable, yet gracefully elusive.
The days are short and light fades fast. It will not be long before the dance will begin again....
the questioned posed...we it be caught tonight?
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Ate too much to be productive
Seriously
Well okay I finally lost enough inches to be able to sit close enough to the keyboard to "type" yes it it s a well known fact I type about as well as Tiger keeps it in his pants.
Happy Holidays - Merry Xmas - Happy Hanukkah - Happy Kwanzaa - Merry Festivus
did I offend everyone? well that brings me to the purpose of my post....
When did we become such arrogant bastards that the act of someone wishes us well, or glad tidings arouse such anger in our minds that we rant and rave?
it's Merry Christmas not Happy Holidays you idiot....
Hey if someone wants to wish me good tidings I should accept them right? I thought so....
then I started to think in the manner I normally do and I said "Hey wait - do I really like people projecting their beliefs on me? "
i.e. You do not know me from Adam so you being in a jolly jovial frame of mind fell driven to share this heart felt wonder with me. You spout off what you either believe is my belief driven theme for the Holidays or yours...Merry Xmas. You feel better as you have just bestowed on me some sort of token of good will towards your fellow man. I being the hypothetical jackass take umbrage as I being Pagan for that moment only celebrate Festivus and therefore do not recognize the supposed birth of Christ as being Dec 25th . Insulted by your lack of sensitivity to my beliefs and enraged by the audacity you have to try and project your beliefs upon me, I offer you as a burnt sacrifice to the gods.
So I now am in opposition to my original feelings about this exchange of good will.
tsk tsk - I despite being proud of my ability to play devil's advocate have undermined my own desire to lighten the mood of the world. Why can't we take a simple exchange of good tidings and accept them for that???? Wouldn't it be a better place to live in this whimsical bliss of a society?
Think about it - if someone, anyone, wished you whatever it was to make you happy, should you accept it? Who cares if they said it in some phrase or language that made no sense to you.
FlaFlansah !!!!
So my advice and original intent stands - get your head out of your ass and wake up to the fact there might be a moment where someone truly wishes you good will, if only for a second.
Well okay I finally lost enough inches to be able to sit close enough to the keyboard to "type" yes it it s a well known fact I type about as well as Tiger keeps it in his pants.
Happy Holidays - Merry Xmas - Happy Hanukkah - Happy Kwanzaa - Merry Festivus
did I offend everyone? well that brings me to the purpose of my post....
When did we become such arrogant bastards that the act of someone wishes us well, or glad tidings arouse such anger in our minds that we rant and rave?
it's Merry Christmas not Happy Holidays you idiot....
Hey if someone wants to wish me good tidings I should accept them right? I thought so....
then I started to think in the manner I normally do and I said "Hey wait - do I really like people projecting their beliefs on me? "
i.e. You do not know me from Adam so you being in a jolly jovial frame of mind fell driven to share this heart felt wonder with me. You spout off what you either believe is my belief driven theme for the Holidays or yours...Merry Xmas. You feel better as you have just bestowed on me some sort of token of good will towards your fellow man. I being the hypothetical jackass take umbrage as I being Pagan for that moment only celebrate Festivus and therefore do not recognize the supposed birth of Christ as being Dec 25th . Insulted by your lack of sensitivity to my beliefs and enraged by the audacity you have to try and project your beliefs upon me, I offer you as a burnt sacrifice to the gods.
So I now am in opposition to my original feelings about this exchange of good will.
tsk tsk - I despite being proud of my ability to play devil's advocate have undermined my own desire to lighten the mood of the world. Why can't we take a simple exchange of good tidings and accept them for that???? Wouldn't it be a better place to live in this whimsical bliss of a society?
Think about it - if someone, anyone, wished you whatever it was to make you happy, should you accept it? Who cares if they said it in some phrase or language that made no sense to you.
FlaFlansah !!!!
So my advice and original intent stands - get your head out of your ass and wake up to the fact there might be a moment where someone truly wishes you good will, if only for a second.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Ho Ho Holy poop it costs a lot for Christmas
Well it is that blessed time of year again.....
hey sleigh bells ring-a-ling, cash registers sing-a-ling ,as we spend the corporate doll-a-lol-ar.
okay I can't write a carol to save Al Yankovic's shiny white bum....( bad visual image and I am just guessing what it looks like so correct me if I am wrong )
But seriously what happened to the days of yore when Christmas time was all about the spirit of giving and the joy of receiving....for it is now a time of bean counting and score keeping.
****I gave her a $XX.XX sweater and all she got me was this lousy $X.XX snuggie ****
/laughs to himself (Whats was that R&V ? /scoffs you thought someone might hear a Capricorn at X-mas) (Sorry I needed to needle you about something and I know you truly love the... wait for it .... angels making that heavenly sound AAAH-AAH Snuggie)
Everything has changed. I miss my beloved cartoon / claymation christmas specials. The island of misfit toys, Bumbles bounce don't you know, and the burgermister misterburger to name a few.
Prep & Landing WTH is that?????
Okay maybe I am being a little rigid and olde fashion but really wasn't the stuff I grew up on Good Enough???
The light competitions, the sales starting in July, really now folks what is it all about anymore ? keeping up with the Jones'?
I miss the magic, the pure joy of it all. I truly expect this year to see someone text me from next to the tree, thanking me for their gift.
Our youth has lost their conversations skills to texting. They are drones to corporate America only interested in the monetary gain of the holiday.
OMG my co-worker told me his daughter did not yell down last night to say "Good Night Mom & Dad" she did a sms text to landline instead. Bring Ring - hello - this is a text message from 555-555-1212 "Goodnight Mom & Dad" - did anyone see R&V just twitch, seriously did she?
Well call me Scrooge , Grinch , Charlie in the Box - whatever.... I am not against Christmas or a pouty poopey lip. I just want the true meaning of Christmas back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hey sleigh bells ring-a-ling, cash registers sing-a-ling ,as we spend the corporate doll-a-lol-ar.
okay I can't write a carol to save Al Yankovic's shiny white bum....( bad visual image and I am just guessing what it looks like so correct me if I am wrong )
But seriously what happened to the days of yore when Christmas time was all about the spirit of giving and the joy of receiving....for it is now a time of bean counting and score keeping.
****I gave her a $XX.XX sweater and all she got me was this lousy $X.XX snuggie ****
/laughs to himself (Whats was that R&V ? /scoffs you thought someone might hear a Capricorn at X-mas) (Sorry I needed to needle you about something and I know you truly love the... wait for it .... angels making that heavenly sound AAAH-AAH Snuggie)
Everything has changed. I miss my beloved cartoon / claymation christmas specials. The island of misfit toys, Bumbles bounce don't you know, and the burgermister misterburger to name a few.
Prep & Landing WTH is that?????
Okay maybe I am being a little rigid and olde fashion but really wasn't the stuff I grew up on Good Enough???
The light competitions, the sales starting in July, really now folks what is it all about anymore ? keeping up with the Jones'?
I miss the magic, the pure joy of it all. I truly expect this year to see someone text me from next to the tree, thanking me for their gift.
Our youth has lost their conversations skills to texting. They are drones to corporate America only interested in the monetary gain of the holiday.
OMG my co-worker told me his daughter did not yell down last night to say "Good Night Mom & Dad" she did a sms text to landline instead. Bring Ring - hello - this is a text message from 555-555-1212 "Goodnight Mom & Dad" - did anyone see R&V just twitch, seriously did she?
Well call me Scrooge , Grinch , Charlie in the Box - whatever.... I am not against Christmas or a pouty poopey lip. I just want the true meaning of Christmas back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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