And... other slightly slanted views on life!
On your way to work today did you see that guy or girl? You know the one you always see in the same place at the same time everyday! Do you think about them sometimes? And when they are not there do you find yourself wondering if they are okay and thinking "I hope they are okay" or "Wonder if they are sick?" Now, have you ever though about turning around and following them? Not as a stalker, neccessarily. But, just to see where they go? Maybe, you could follow them home see wher ethey live, how they live. I think about this sometimes. And I thought you had problems!?
When you wake up tomorrow morning I want you to take a moment and think about something. Anything, really! I just want you to think. Trust me it won't hurt and if it does well, they have doctors for that. Seriously, take a minute and think about the last time you engaged in a serious game of tag! Or the last time you play red-rover or ring-around-the-rosey or kickball orhop-scotch or teatherball??? Why other than kickball (www.worldkickball.com) why do adults not take time to enjoy these games any more?
...I think tonight I will go home and play with myself!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Dribblings!?
Inspiration hit me like a Delta breeze, warm musty and a little too moist. I could write ‘til the cows come home or I could write about how the cows coming home or maybe, why the cows come home. But, who would read it? I could write about the real reason the sky is blue. Because… it just is. Or, I could write about the coming post-modern society. But, who cares? I could write about sports. Then again, I am not one of those guys who remembers dates and names and scores and records. I could write about fashion. Have you seen how I dress? I could write about population control. That wouldn’t offend anyone now would it? I could write about ice cream, who doesn’t like ice cream. Oh, wait I am semi-lactose intolerant myself? I could write to teach, I could write to learn, I could write to be funny… I am not a writer. I am not a teacher. I try to learn. Some say I am funny. Or I could just write. So, I find myself writing. I don’t know where my writing will take me but, I have a pretty good idea where it is going to take you.
Did I mention it wasn't really inspiration? Just a little gas. I should really have that checked.
Did I mention it wasn't really inspiration? Just a little gas. I should really have that checked.
Update and move!
I looked at my watch today and looked at my blog today. Mind you not in the same perspective and not even in the same setting. What I found that was that another year had gotten behind me. So, now I set about to take a moment or more maybe less to reflect upon what has transpired in that amount of time and start a new blog. Simple, a lot! But, at the same time not much?
I jumped on the scale and that hadn't changed much. Surprising after having come off the biggest holiday of glut known to man. My hair is still the same maybe a few gray strands? However, I will smile internally as I pronounce them only to be blonde and then pluck them away even before the words have escaped my breath.
Yes, in that year I have moved that much further from my beginnings as we all have. Yet, I have not come that far. I find the same things make me chuckle. Like stupid people, bad cartoons and balloon animals. There are the Three Stooges, Caddy Shack and Brady Bunch. Even, Disco music, Tie Dye Shirts and Chuck Taylor All-Stars.
All of this makes me who I am. You mix it all up and this is what you get. Kind of like when you took all the colours of Play Dough and mixed them together. Logic and your art teacher told you it should come out Black. You, on your own, discovered that instead it came out a weird purplish brown shade that was not revolting as it may sound but rather, pleasant. So, that is where the similarity between all my mixed "colours" and Play Dough diverge. When you mix my "colours" together you suddenly find that is is not always so pleasant and often can be revolting. If you don't believe me look up there towards the top read it again, it is just who I am.
I jumped on the scale and that hadn't changed much. Surprising after having come off the biggest holiday of glut known to man. My hair is still the same maybe a few gray strands? However, I will smile internally as I pronounce them only to be blonde and then pluck them away even before the words have escaped my breath.
Yes, in that year I have moved that much further from my beginnings as we all have. Yet, I have not come that far. I find the same things make me chuckle. Like stupid people, bad cartoons and balloon animals. There are the Three Stooges, Caddy Shack and Brady Bunch. Even, Disco music, Tie Dye Shirts and Chuck Taylor All-Stars.
All of this makes me who I am. You mix it all up and this is what you get. Kind of like when you took all the colours of Play Dough and mixed them together. Logic and your art teacher told you it should come out Black. You, on your own, discovered that instead it came out a weird purplish brown shade that was not revolting as it may sound but rather, pleasant. So, that is where the similarity between all my mixed "colours" and Play Dough diverge. When you mix my "colours" together you suddenly find that is is not always so pleasant and often can be revolting. If you don't believe me look up there towards the top read it again, it is just who I am.
The Public Library
Anytown, USA
It amazes me, the type and variety of people who seek refuge in The Public Library.
You can spot the regulars. The can be determined by the sheer girth of their personal spread of "necessities". Sometimes, they look at you funny. Maybe, you have taken their space? Or your own girth offends them?
Some look like they need a friend...
There was the guy today who needed bus fare. He said, "Do you have a quarter so we can catch the bus home? We really need fifty cents..." I reached into my pocket and produced all the change I carried... sum total of about seventy-three cents. He stood before me a man who obviously needed it more than I. And let me tell you, right now, I need it! This got me to wondering, why do people who need fifty cents ask for a quarter? Why not ask for a dollar and then hope for fifty cents???
Now I find myself wondering about the type of people who come to the library to read books they won? It is quiet here, sure, I will give them that. But, wouldn't one be more comfortable in their own environment? I know the chairs at home are far more comfortable than these! Then, gain, maybe like me, the distractions at home are too great! The trash that needs to be taken out, the laundry to fold, the children playing (albeit too loudly), the dog barking, the wife doing what she does, the phone ringing... Perhaps maybe, they come here to seek solace amongst the tomes. Possibly, they do not hear the words that are so near. Do not imagine the worlds they will reveal. The pictures for them do not complete the images???
It amazes me, the type and variety of people who seek refuge in The Public Library.
You can spot the regulars. The can be determined by the sheer girth of their personal spread of "necessities". Sometimes, they look at you funny. Maybe, you have taken their space? Or your own girth offends them?
Some look like they need a friend...
There was the guy today who needed bus fare. He said, "Do you have a quarter so we can catch the bus home? We really need fifty cents..." I reached into my pocket and produced all the change I carried... sum total of about seventy-three cents. He stood before me a man who obviously needed it more than I. And let me tell you, right now, I need it! This got me to wondering, why do people who need fifty cents ask for a quarter? Why not ask for a dollar and then hope for fifty cents???
Now I find myself wondering about the type of people who come to the library to read books they won? It is quiet here, sure, I will give them that. But, wouldn't one be more comfortable in their own environment? I know the chairs at home are far more comfortable than these! Then, gain, maybe like me, the distractions at home are too great! The trash that needs to be taken out, the laundry to fold, the children playing (albeit too loudly), the dog barking, the wife doing what she does, the phone ringing... Perhaps maybe, they come here to seek solace amongst the tomes. Possibly, they do not hear the words that are so near. Do not imagine the worlds they will reveal. The pictures for them do not complete the images???
Shakespeare and Blogs?
Do you think our friend Shakespeare would have found the whole process of blogging a bit mundane. Or do you think he might have in fact found it cathartic?
Which I think is the best term to use here as I have been told that I often suffer from diarrhea of the mouth!?
Of course until I decide what to blog on about I will just post trivial little thoughts here and there and pose questions when I deem it to be neccessary your answers are not neccessary.
Which I think is the best term to use here as I have been told that I often suffer from diarrhea of the mouth!?
Of course until I decide what to blog on about I will just post trivial little thoughts here and there and pose questions when I deem it to be neccessary your answers are not neccessary.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)