Sunday, September 30, 2018
Saturday, September 29, 2018
Areas of Us
Each of us are a minimum of two people: public and private. The public can be considered the onstage-self while the private can be considered the backstage-self. It is the backstage where preparations are made for our onstage presence. Our attire is wholly dependent upon the venue and the people of that venue... it is therefor largely determined backstage. Acting is taking place in both areas of us.
One never truly gets over a loss. It seems the more we try to bury it or compartmentalize it, the more we get reminded of them or even sometimes feel their presence, real or not. As far as I am concerned, if it's real for you that is good enough for me. No need to get clinical and cynical. This world assassinates who we are relatively early in our lives. No matter which way we go... it's all the same.
Time
When you lose someone there is no real closure. As we get older, we understand that more and more. The more one loves, the more one loses. But who can be helped if they are in love with everything?
It is difficult to bring up the subject of depression with just any friend or acquaintance... or cab driver. The response is often the same in that they minimize you before you have the chance to expose yourself in ways not meant for the un-trusted. These days, it is difficult to even find a shrink to do anything but prescribe pills. I would imagine it is part of their job. In the meantime, at least for me, pills have never been good enough and I don't trust them. It makes me think I would be better off just to start drinking beer again and say to hell with it. I'd be dead in less than 5 years. So, the days pass and nothing changes in my head as the races begin every night, all night, sometime between 12 and 1 in the morning and they run through to mid-morning. I guess if you are born with blinders covering your eyes, you start thinking pretty early in terms of shadows and darkness being normal, everyday fun.
Friday, September 28, 2018
Thursday, September 27, 2018
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Monday, September 24, 2018
Walnuts
Who among us is permanent enough for hatred to matter on one tiny speck of dust within a universal spectrum that is weaved through AEONS of space and time?
It's sort of funny how people never seem to get that it is a bad idea to get with an artist, of any kind (successful or not) and expect things to be just so all the time. Rules don't apply to artistically driven people. Just like all personality types, the artist can be artful at turning your life, your life, into something far and away from what and where it should be. And the bitch of it all, especially in cases like that, is the everyday life that is being acted out is being done with the full knowledge that it is just that... an act. It's no different than prison except this is the worst prison of them all, the mind.
Sunday, September 23, 2018
We experience our lives in individual pieces. We routinely satisfy our immediate needs and try to keep some for tomorrow. Too often however, saving for another day just isn't possible. We have a tendency to keep certain pieces to our puzzle mistakenly thinking they belong in those locations. We then build around those pieces of our lives using someone else's puzzle as a guide. Even if the pieces fit, it is a puzzle of someone else's design which totally sucks all the individuality right out of it.
Saturday, September 22, 2018
Mind Bots
Like soldiers they rise together and fight one another in mortal combat. The colors are bright, the music loud. The strobes are operating in perfect synchronicity opening the doors of perception... letting in the light of the universal spectrum. All the cylinders are constantly firing as the combatants draw closer and closer, over and over again towards one another. Their hot guns ready to burst their death upon one another in a flash of golden/reddish glory while illuminating the spirits within one another to the afterglow of the renaissance to come that will be the end of everything as it has ever been known.
For a Time
We all take this ride for a time. For some of us, the ride is a short one. The loss takes your breath away. But each one of us continues to move forward in our own way. Some of us find solace in things others cannot see. Others among us find solace in what they can see: the flowers, the trees, the grass, the leaves. For this group, it is the simple things in life that bring the most pleasure. There is no feeling like being barefoot in the grass. The only thing better is being barefoot in the grass playing catch with your favorite person in the world while trying to avoid the bees. I would love to do this again one day... if only for a time.
Friday, September 21, 2018
A Hundred Years Time
In a hundred years time I will not be here. You who is reading this will not be here. The both of us, me and you, will be sleeping in different places... maybe in different parts of the world. We will both be sleeping alone. It is only the spirit we have on the inside that will be living. That life will be in another place altogether different than what we were used to when we were alive. I suppose I will be harboring memories from this life. Maybe that's just what it is... maybe that is what this whole thing is about, the gathering of memories both good and bad. But what of the end one must wonder. What could be the ultimate reason for this gathering, so to speak, of memories? Surely there must be a reason. Maybe the reason is beyond what we are able to conceive at this time in our... humanity. In a hundred years time somebody will be looking back on blogs and vlogs and see the people of this time. They will see what we were like when all this began. In a hundred years time people will study what we put down here and they too will realize how similar we are to them... just as we do when we see film of people in 1918. I wonder what things will be like in a hundred years time....
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Monday, September 17, 2018
Chet Atkins & Jerry Reed "Jerry's Breakdown" 1974 HQ
Chet Atkins & Jerry Reed "Jerry's Breakdown" 1974 HQ
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
If someone is selling you on what did it for him, he is full of shit and you know it. It's wasted time after that point as even the entertainment value is lost. If it worked for him, terrific and congrats to him. Hopefully he doesn't turn himself into a jerk-off in life. I want to read your book and see your video. Just you is good enough for me in all your authenticity. All ideas originate from our personal trajectories. Those are things you cannot sell. They are your memories which is what everybody is... a memory in somebody else's mind.
Simply put, we were taught to: Finish high school, go to college, get married, secure a lifetime position with growth potential and insurance, plan for retirement, retire, travel, and then age off into the sunset of success before we die. I have questioned this my entire life. My nephew dies when he was a toddler back in 1983. He never went to high school. I have had three friends kill themselves and several family members drink themselves straight into the ground. They all shared a few things in common in that this plan, this so called plan for our success has not a damn thing to do with being successful and/or happy. The whole thing, the entire idea that was layed out for each one of us, well, many of us, is a fabrication of epic proportions and should be of no real measure against anybody's particular position in life at any one point in time.
Monday, September 10, 2018
If it makes even the slightest bit of sense... if it costs me more time to understand, then that is time well spent. Every time someone goes deep into an unknown world, their experiences within that world are relevant and extraordinary. In such places, embellishments are commonplace and very often unnecessary. The people they meet, the places they go all form a chain of events that mold a life. It may not be the life of fiction like in the movies or in dreams, but it will be real and it will have a flavor all its own. That is all anybody can expect from this life... just to live in ways that are open to experience and yet careful enough of those who play it all as if it were A Game.
Sunday, September 9, 2018
Friday, September 7, 2018
Thursday, September 6, 2018
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
In the 1970's, the local parks would be full of kids like me playing basketball, baseball, swimming, playing hide and go seek before the sun went down... and once that sun dropped and the street lights came on, it was time to go home. I look at all the beautiful parks today and I see basically two kinds of events: birthday parties and scheduled games... but it's not the same. It is true that things in life change and with each new generation there are new ways in which kids operate. It could be that now is the time for every kid to be alone with their devices. Even adults are affected by the pull of having everything in one place. I do see a few older couples utilizing the many walkways here, but that is rare to see. If one watches the news, they will ultimately see stories of violence happening to people walking in parks and then it's all over. That news is on page one of their phones and that means instead of the lights coming on driving you homeward, it is the fear that something bad is going to happen to you if you do not go home now. The differences of operations within the mind have made attention spans even lower than predicted decades ago.
Monday, September 3, 2018
Sunday, September 2, 2018
Some families grow up filming each other. The Kennedy's are a good example. If a child grows up being aware of a camera and he learns to play to it, he will become very in tune with becoming an actor who is keenly aware that he is always being watched, camera or not, by their own personal "Shadow Self." It means a person is always on camera and the primary holder of the camera is the unseen self. Mirrors are where the two communicate directly with one another.
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