Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy New Year!!!

The best is yet to come! So is the worst...but it all works out in the end. 2008 is almost over
and its time to think of the future and brighter days.

Nothing personal, I just like it better my way!


I like it better my way





HOT ANGELS!


Hot Angels

Monday, December 22, 2008

Don't Talk to Strangers

Ben Kingsley


Transsiberian




I was watching this movie Transsiberean and I heard this quote that was riveting. After a quick googling, I found that the quote is from .Tennessee Williams, "Kill all my demons and the angels might die too." I have heard his name but not read any of his literature. I may have to rethink that in the future. Meanwhile, what a quote! Is it possible that the fate of angels is tied to the fate of demons? If you prove the existence of one, does it not validate the other. Is man human without his inhumane ways?


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M

Friday, December 19, 2008

Villian Truths






There are some things that you just have to appreciate. Some of those things are things that we may miss from the casual glance. Even with the villians in our lives, there are things we overlook. Most really good villians are basicly "good people." They just have these little ticks that set them off. You know some of these folks. You work with them, you see them at family reunions or they may even be lying next to you at some point. The best villian is one that doesnt realize they are such. The most dangerous ones are the ones that do. I think the ultimate villian of the believer, casual or serious, has some very strong qualities.


Villians study! Villians study their prey. They watch who, what, when and where you go. They note what your dislikes and loves are. They even go through your "garbage" to find what you really like. The mark of a good villian is a bit of dirt about the cuffs. Villians are not lazy people...which brings me to my next point.

Darth Vader



Villians are committed! The problem with most of us "good folks," aside from our laziness, we just arent really that committed. The first little obstacle is a sign that "we're on the wrong path." We look for an easier way. The villian lets nothing separate them from the original goal. Its that "by any means necessary" creed that the villian abides by that always leads them "to the victor go the spoils" lifestyle. It easier to be committed by less rules; but they're not ruleless. Isnt that ironic...the honor among thieves/villians. Commitment defies anything that stands in the way. That gets me to the last point....


Persistence! The villian doesnt give up. It doesnt matter how long it takes. They study, commit and persist until the goal is achieved. Those are some of the things I admire about villians. Occassionally they have to invent something new; but for the most part, all the old stuff works so well and so effectively that theres no need to bother. Victory is inevitable. That is the same vigor we must approach the present economic crisis...hard choices, tough calls and a belt tight enuf to choke a tick for clear results to reboost and energize our limping country.

Click Here!Now WhatClick Here!


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M

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Cloned Disasters: Our Ugly Parts



Every night you turn on the news, its the same old story...dow jones plummeted, such and such filed bankruptcy and/or so and so laid off x number of people. True, its a tough time and no amount of positive thinking or pretending its not true will distract you from the reality that this is not utopia. People are spending less, people are holding on to more, and yes, sales are down. That typically means that generocity is also down. I watch the food banks and other charities cry for more help in an economy that isnt helping that many people. Ironicly, most of the big CEOs involved in the housing and financial disasters are keeping their jobs and asking the government for more. If I had any doubts before about Bob Corker, they're gone now. He would appear to be the most if not only common sense person around. Yes, a lot of people are probably going to lose their jobs in the auto industry, but why give the money to people who clearly have mismanaged the money they previously had the responsibility for the pensions and purse-strings. Why shouldnt we expect to see a clear plan of action, improvement or change before giving away the American taxpayers wellbeing? Why cant we expect some level of competency from CEOs beyond "it was a tough year and we did not anticipate this ..." I know that that doesnt work with my bill collectors!


With all that said, YES, things are going to get better and we'll mostly be fine again. Understand that it will get a lot worse before it get better; but it will get better. I read several stories about newspapers who have gone out of business after surviving "the digital age." And the poor Illinois governor....please. Get out of the way. Politics as usual isnt going to be able to rescue this mess. The good ole boys club has a serious black eye and all the Robin Leaches are running for cover. He who blames last gets blamed. In the end, it will require some pulling together as all the conventional means fail. In the end, the greatest force is love. I am sure we are never comfortable with what that looks like or what form it may take. There would be much about "redefinition" in the air these days. The folks I feel for the most are the ones who spent their youth saving and working only to discover someone with a bigger house squandered it all away on their greedy watch. Sure, some of us dont care or only have sympathy because right now, at least, its not us. As my iPOD hums away and my fingers continue their akimbo stance on the keyboards, the words of this song in my eardrums seems prophetic and maybe even haunting.

Love Comes Running Up That Hill
It doesn’t hurt me.
You want to feel, how it feels?
You want to know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?
You want to hear about the deal I’m making.
You, (If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me (If I only could, be running up that hill)

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
Get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could ...more...



And another siren goes by, screaming into the cold outside my window as Wednesday comes to a close. I cant wait to see the news tonite.

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M

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Petting Zoo: Do NOT Feed the Animals



Everything is easier with instructions...well assuming they are written in laymans terms. Now I would be the first to admit that for the most part, if its not rocket science, I just tear right into a thing and assume that I can do it without reading the instructions. After 40 plus years of reading the directions after I find one extra screw or worse, there's always that one phrase that sticks out. It goes, Before doing anything else,... Which is to say that it is possible that everything else you did might have worked if you had done this one thing first. But (Palin wink), we know thats not really the case; only our wildest intrusions of pride, nothing more.


Life would be a lot easier if people came with instructions. How thick would that book be? Might even be just one or two pages. Growing up one of six, there were many times things happened that made no sense. I am suprised that my traps and delts arent huge from shrugging "I dont know" a million times a day. There are plenty of kids having kids and that is often before they're even legal or married or in love. I am amazed how blissful childhood is when someone else always does the worrying for you. How simple life and its tough decisions are when your biggest fears are if the New Kids on The Block will break up.


I heard a horrific story on the news last night in Putnam County regarding a young couple in which the man is behind bars, charged in the rape of his girlfriend's three-month-old baby boy. Instructions or no; some things are just wrong not only for the commission of the crime but for the mother who allowed this to happen if not watch. There's nothing more I will say about this except clearly there was a lack of good direction somewhere.


Either way you slice it, with or without directions, there were some things I knew I was gonna get a switch for and other things not even worth finding out what might happen. Instructions help only if you're reading AND using them. Parents cant do it all; the community helps too. Lastly, kids, like it or not, have their part which is "dictated" to them, not request "of" them like a McDonald Happy Meal or a Burger King "have it your way..." No school like the old school.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Prison of BLISS: PRISONBREAK

Prison of Bliss



There are some things in life that are pretty sure things...change, death, taxes and the human disposition to ordain chaos. Thats not a newsflash or a headline; but the captioned disclaimer under the birth certificate of every mortal. We war against ourselves from the first swap on the butt that makes us scream for air. Do this, dont do that, be this, not like that, avoid them, beware, etc. I have very early memories of mine and yours. I might argue that my persona came preinstalled. Any crib or playground being observed will support the struggle evolving at the knowledge of mine and yours. Sure, we would love to say that all our polically correct ideals are just how we are; but in truth, we know better. We spend our lives pretending to be who we want others to think we are with the waking fear that someone will discover the back of our trousers/dress is missing. We try to hide all the truely human aspects of our mortalities....everybody remembers that Elvis died on the can. If he had the choice, he would have changed the PR on that one to died on stage before a packed farewell tour. We discard our women as they age because irregardless of what we hold as an "advanced society" of morals; the currency of America or the world hasnt changed since the Dark Ages. I think I will let you figure that one out; but you may be sitting on the answer.

prisonbreak




...do we only want out when we're in or because we're in...


Our nine-month captivity would be thought not nearly long enuf if we knew beforehand what leaving would demand. Perhaps air is over-rated. Amphibians might be the lucky ones...air or water. But forced out we are; even expelled, swatted for bad behavior and forced to live outside in the "other world." Thats long before the crown of thorns from society, media and religion are forced down onto our tender temples. Yes, we've been bleeding since day one...maybe before then. Perhaps it is only the female cycle that hints to us that though we bleed, we can still live. If we still live then we have another chance to war against ourselves tomorrow. But for now, this delicious skin is quite cozy and its got my name on it.

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M

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Haunted by Ourselves....

haunted reflections




I was talking with an old friend last nite as I sat in front of my computer screen listening to the rain falling on the roof outside. We go way back and he still lives in the town we went to highschool in. After catching me up on his life and some big decisions we joked about my return to that same town. We laughed briefly afterwhich; I admitted that I had considered it. That was shocking to both of us. Its a fair city but its full of ghosts for me. It would seem now that I'm not there that most were self inflicted hauntings probably brought on by my own inferiority complexes and not being comfortable in my own skin. Luckily all thats changed now (I think so at least). He spoke of a hello someone had passed along from our old highschool days. I laughed and replied that nobody ever talked to me in school...how does he even know who I am? Despite my silent ackwardnesses, I had been at least memorable. Not being a jock, musician or bad boy had its privlidges...solitude.


He had spent time telling his son what an incredible artist I had been. Indeed looking back, I suppose I was. He had requested that I draw something for his son. Of course I laughed. My response was buried in excuses and ramblings about how long I had even held just a pencil in my grasp for something other than writing out a bill or check. His response was of memories of things done at the drop of a hat that were long since dead or at best mummified beyond reanimation.


I dont know that I became who I ever meant to be. I dont know who I would be except me. I dont know what they saw then thats visible or invisible now. I do know, despite the ghosts, I am me. I am happy inside my skin...very. I do know that we daily make amends with the past even when its not in front of us anymore. Trace Adkins' song "You're Gonna Miss This" was on the radio on the commute in. It seems that I knew all the words. Yeah, I miss that. I'm gonna want that back, I'm gonna wish those days hadnt gone by so fast....but I'm working hard at enjoying every now while I'm in this moment; happy, thankful, joyful and always pondering...


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M

Friday, November 21, 2008

Percolating Friday






per·co·late  (p├╗rk-lt)
Verb [-lating, -lated]
1. to pass or filter through very small holes: the light percolating through the stained-glass windows cast coloured patterns on the floor
2. to spread gradually: his theories percolated through the academic community
3. to make (coffee) or (of coffee) to be made in a percolator [Latin per- through + colare to strain]


This is a new idea that has happened upon a frosty chilled morning in Nashville on a Friday with very little action going on, very little demand on our time and very little to do other than this....coming up with something to do. I have read at least a hundred photoshop tutorials and they were great; but there has to be more. Now there is. Its "Percolating Friday." Its an idea that the The Pensive, It Depends and I will share in...so come on aboard; but let us know you're there or link.

Well this day has been a one that has passed slowly which frees up a lot of graymatter stagnation. What is there to notice, to think about, to consider.... Oh so much. I stare down at the homeless and wonder where they are going on a day, much less the coming night, like this. I see the old newspapers blow across the cold asphalt and wonder how long it actually takes to disintegrate. Al Gore probably knows.

disintegrating realities




I cant help but wonder with all the cars going by that have no idea I am watching them what they are wondering, what they are worried about, what they dont want anyone else to know. In the shadow of the Batman building, the light shimmers on all that is dark and the coldness keeps it from scampering away before I see it. These blogs that millions of people write and others read are the summation of thoughts, events, feelings and experiences that blow away in the winds of time just like the old newspapers. But yes, some hang around longer than others; i.e. The Constitution, The Bible, The Bill of Rights, etc. Democracy may be not very different than any of these "noble" writings that we attempt to live and govern our society by.


What lerks beneath the surface of mans heart. Look at what surrounds him, observe who he is when he doesnt have to be anyone, and yes, when he doesnt know you are looking. If God were being paid a salary, would he get overtime pay? Is there a "cosmic union" that says how many times he has to give us more chances or how many hours he has to delve out to certain groups? If the future were now; would yesterday have been any different? Where does a blog about percolation go? Anywhere it goes is where it is; isnt that what comes to the surface?

The only question remaining.... are we the coffee, the pot, the cup, the holes or the heat?


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M

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Some Funny Pun Maniac

mad bunny

More Puns
submitted by Christ Holmes


Energizer Bunny arrested - charged with battery.

A pessimist's blood type is always b-negative.

Practice safe eating - always use condiments.

A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother.

Shotgun wedding - A case of wife or death.

I used to work in a blanket factory, but it folded.

Marriage is the mourning after the knot before.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

Corduroy pillows are making headlines.

Is a book on voyeurism a peeping tome?

Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.

Banning the bra was a big flop.

Sea captains don't like crew cuts.

Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?

A successful diet is the triumph of mind over platter.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

A gossip is someone with a great sense of rumor.

Without geometry, life is pointless.

Go Big Orange

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Crawling Out of What I See

out of my image



Sometimes you can find yourself captive in the mirror. No, not for those self adoring reasons; the other ones. Sometimes the reflection moves before you do, no longer willing to remain in synchronicity. Sometimes the perception is more real than the reality. Sometimes it can be difficult to know which one is a product of the other. Is the reflection the reflection?


Crawling out of one's self is a worthy ideal for anyone who hasnt taken the time to enjoy or become comfortable with themselves. Some do it before they are with someone else; others find themselves along the way with help from companions. It is said in old stories that the eyes are the gateways to the soul. Some have even said that our orafices are the gateways of the spirits. Why do you think people say "bless you" when you sneeze. Its like Ragu; its all in there. If you should be fortunate enuf to actually see yourself crawling out before your eyes, dont freak out. A gentle hello and warm cup of joe help ease the ackwardnesses. You might discover that you arent opposites but brothers or sisters. Someone else is quoted at "a strand of three cords is not easily broken..." You can become stronger if you are all working together; but that may be no small order. Sooner or later, everything must be taken captive. Sometimes you MUST trap yourself behind your perceptions; other times our perceptions trap us from who we are. You get to decide; but wonder who you are first...

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M

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Is IT Friday Yet??!!!

coy cosmic clown justice


The taste of horrible is the flavor of your own mistakes.... Well its been a long time coming. You know when there's something lurking, tracking, hunting you from an unseen location. You know the attack is inevitable; every dog has his day. You do the best you can to minimize the damage; but yes, there will be damage. Today was mine. I knew it WAS coming; I just didnt know what. Either way, I will survive the gashes in my pride and solace to fight and elude another day while watching whomever is next after me as the soup de jour. It kinda makes me smile, the justice of the universe, the irreverance of the cosmos, the fairness of time. No hard feelings; just a bruised imperfect ego. Kay Se Rah Se Rah. I regret and delight in my imperfections....

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M

Monday, October 27, 2008

15 Minutes of FAME






They say everyone has their 15 minutes of fame. That fame then comes abruptly to a halt and the media spends another couple of months following that person trying to get it all back again. The silver spoon can only stay untarnished for so long; the buildup is toxic, just like the fall. I hardly hear anything about Vince Young anymore — the Titans are winning. No, I dont think anything bad of Vince...just a bad break. Kerry Collins is certainly making the most of his opportunity and everybody loves a winner. I still miss Steve McNair and Eddie George. They were the ones who ushered me into even caring about Tenneseee football that wasnt orange. There was just something about their hearts. Meanwhile, I am certain we have not heard or seen the last of Sarah Palin and she's just so darn cute. In the event you havent noticed, the camera loves her regardless of what happens in politics. Doesnt that just suck about pretty people....

What would you do for FAME?
How much more would you do to get it back?

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M

Friday, October 24, 2008

Within Without

locked outside



Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our needs, all our dreams,
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share
All the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend.




locked inside


The story of ourselves is ours to serve to others and others to eat. We are jailed by our own fears of others perceptions and judgements of us. Who has the power to open our doors? Can we control that or are some people just destined to do so and we are but helpless victims in the face of destiny? Are our latches visible to others or only to the right ones? Perhaps anyone can turn the handle but only you can give the key....



bubble baths are for peace


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M

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Obama-Nation Presents: Palin With The Stars!

Obama dancing with Palin


Shakespeare said it best:

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. --- what does that mean?




Well you knew it was only a matter of time before these two got together. What better place than right before your very eyes Dancin' with the Stars! Face it, they're both pretty much stars at this point. I wonder which has the best foot work. I am sure we will know soon.


Politics is quite a stage. What a racket! At least no one is required to wear tights and a cape. Where else can you be everything and nothing all at the same time. Pro something Tuesday and against it Wednesday nite by 7p.m. If you could get just a penny for every political promise since Clinton, then you could see some real economic stimulus. Go back to Reagan and then we can even have some money at the end of the month! Now that's one penny a day that could really make a difference. Man the curtains, all media on deck. Let the music begin!


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M

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The sun is so bright behind me,
I can't see what's in front of me!

bright lights

It was a really nice morning with the sunrise coming up in my rearview mirror.




Then I was blinded by the brightness glaring into my eyes from my rearview mirror and my side mirrors. Now, I have been accused of loving mirrors, which I cannot deny; but I also wont admit to either. They just happen to be there where I am. Anywhooo, I was struck by the paradox of the light behind me blinding my forward view. Hmmm...how can the light behind me blinding my path in front of me. I guess in actuality, it really isnt behind me, its in front of me because of the mirror's reflected light or the mirror, in spite of being a rearview, is still in front of me. The oddity is that the things from our past can still dishovel our presents or futures depending on how they're "reflected."

shut up and get into the light

The image of ourselves with our reflections may be the truest image of us; our extremes are visible...



Which gets me to another important moment in thought. My Own Worst Enemy. Its not easy being two people, much less several. Since everybody wants to leave some mark of their existence, the painting can get pretty muddy pretty fast. Anywhooo, back to topic, My Own Worst Enemy — the scoop.
“MY OWN WORST ENEMY - Henry Spivey (Christian Slater, “Bobby”) is a middle-class efficiency expert living a humdrum life in the suburbs with a wife, two kids, a dog, and a minivan. Edward Albright is an operative who speaks 13 languages, runs a four-minute mile, and is trained to kill with his teeth. Henry and Edward are polar opposites who share only one thing in common -- the same body. When the carefully constructed wall between them breaks down, Henry and Edward are thrust into unfamiliar territory where each man is dangerously out of his element. “My Own Worst Enemy” explores the duality of a man who is literally pitted against himself. And it raises the question: who can you trust when you can't trust yourself? The series is produced by Universal Media Studios. Jason Smilovic (“Kidnapped”) is the executive producer; David Semel (director of the “American Dreams,” “Heroes” and “Life” pilots) is the director and executive producer. Watch a clip


I had my doubts that I would like the show despite immediately loving the premise. I still dont know that I will like it as much as Fringe; but its holding on well. "Who can you trust when you can't trust yourself?" Can you fight yourself and still win? Isnt it impossible to fight yourself if you are yourself; it never can be completely two entities, just a degree of the one. right? Much like the reflected light from behind; the actions of the past reach into the present and future. Slater is riveting. The show is brilliant! But then, so was William Shakespeare.... There are no new stories; just old ones disguised. But don't let that be a downer; people haven't changed much either....and we still LOVE to be entertained.

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M

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

The Cost of Change: Essence of Temptation



Its one of those things that leaves you puzzled sometimes, change. In this instance, change refers to the patterns of behaviors that we return to over and over. When its all said and done, nobody cares what you said til they see what you did....there is some wisdom in that. We are in an election year and despite watching the debate between two qualified candidates, I cant help but wonder how many times politicians have actually kept any of their promises; i.e. "no new taxes," "I did not have sexual relations with that woman," "I cannot tell a lie..." You get the idea. But who are we to judge; the general public. Would our lives withstand the same scruitny of politicians or ministers or public figures? "BUT they signed up for it," you rebuttle....they knew what would happen to their family and kids.... Who would want to be President and what kind of ego or personal belief would dictate such a grandeos ambition?


The Pensive, A. Standfield's recent blog entitled Looking Back concerning change comments the ability to change being incomplete or unreal if we continue to regress...hmmmm. ‘No change is permanent, but change is’…what think you, Maximus?) That must be some strong coffee...this is a great question. Some say "when in Rome...." My wife says when I am back in West Tennessee, I regress to talking "West Tennessee"....and some of you know the dialets of different Tennessee locations. But the question remains, if you can regress, did you actually change? What is change? Is change a moment, a decision, a lifestyle, or a landmark? Do you have people or places that make you someone else or who you are?


I think we enjoy the escape of being either who we really are or being able to escape who everyone else thinks we are. My oldest friends keep me grounded because they know who or how far or much I have changed and remain the same. It takes someone who knows enough history to be aware of one's location in life or maturity. There is a comfort in old friends to which nothing else compares. Have you changed? Or have you mastered projecting images?

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M

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Drowning with Pirates: Illuminated Dark



Here sits Wednesday, full of sunshine and the promise of Fall. The blueness of the sky screams Carribean but this is only Nashville. My head feels a little stuffy but otherwise, I feel great! I had one of those really strange dreams last night that probably means more than I want it to. The dream:


The entire scene was night black, illuminated only by the crests of the rippling water and a full white moon. The next thing I knew there was a huge ship behind my dingy coming right for me. I somehow understood that it was a pirate ship. I knew I was in deep crap! There was no way to outrun it and within moments I would be over run or boarded. Somehow I ended up into the dark cool water, sinking of course. I remember feeling the water filling my nostrils and my breath growing short. I remember thinking "its a dream, wake up now!" It was then that I realized it was a dream inside a dream and it was much harder to control. So I tried to sink quicker and deeper below the surface, my nostrils flaring in my sleep as my mind fought two states of sleeping dreams. "Wake up before you drown," and "Wake up again, you're still dreaming!"


I remember hitting the alarm as I took the last gulp of air mixed with water, violently exiting two dreams at once breathless. The last level of the dream pulled my head back to the pillow and darkness of the morning. I could hear myself thinking about how odd the dream had been; but arent I still sleeping or am I still dreaming? Even after showering, I was still thinking about the odd sensations of being trapped in two dreams at once and how unusually difficult it had been to get myself out of harms way. Typically I can seize control of my dreams; why was this time different? Did all of me make it back?

The day has been almost a fog. I dont feel the dreams anymore; just the fog. I am looking forward to the workout tonite and I hope it will be good. Hopefully the iron will get me completely back. Hopefully my patience will be revitalized. Hopefully I will be normal by then. Usually I can feel the blood sauntering through my veins, my muscles preparing for the end of the afternoon, my thoughts arguing with each other. Today there is only the echo of memories....


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M

Monday, September 29, 2008

Absence Matters!


Bozo Baker

Hmm....this blog could go a lot of different directions...


It is the absence of things that provide information of the place they hold in our perceptions and realities. It is as simple as missing the warm embrace of a loved one, the consistency of the norm no matter how good or bad or the vital parts each of us play nonchalantly in everyday life; never quite aware of our importance, purpose or comic relief. Send in the clowns!

Bozo The Clown

I never noticed how scarely Bozo looked before or is it the simplicity of my thought that's missing?
Its all such a divine sadistic.


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M

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Nod for Odd: The Downside Up

Rise of the Nerds


...all the nerds are still linked to each other and their pasts for all time; our shared pains remain even when we're numb



Its beautiful outside and the inside is not much different. I once wanst so comfortable with being myself. In fact it was a very painful journey internally, emotionally chaotic. I can only imagine how it must be now to grow up in America not a part of the elite. Yet some might argue that nothing has changed. With much whatever, sooner or later you realize you are different or at least just odd. As you evolve, you begin to hunger for the difference that has kept you so issolated, so distant from the rest even in crowds, so uniquely in need to remain that odd or increase the distance between the dots. There is that point that if you cant beat them and you cant join them; you become your own — the self proclaimed crown prince of pop, in a manner of speaking. Someone once said that if you stand still long enuf the whole world will come back around. What dulls the fury that has accumulated by the time it comes back? What can cool the rage of a thousand demons focused on a single anger? Hmmm...eh right? Anyway — for those who really know what I am talking about understand the energy surge from the wreckening...like the Highlander after the fall of the head.

the quickening awaits


The great fear and great seduction is loving the quickening and wanting it much more than the justice that preceeds it. I just want the energy, the power, the juice of the quickening; do the heads matter or why they were lost? Sooner or later you just want the Quickening flowing through your veins without worrying about the heads. In the end there is always justice; there's just not enuf heads...... So if we bail out all the "Immortal Financial Giants" that lumber across the land and reward the crooks who blame our own greed as their justifications to continue to keep their twisted decaying teflon souls while the country falls to its knees on the way to its stomach; will they live to bypass our knees completely next time...and there is always a "next time"....


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M

Monday, September 22, 2008

Powerless Conversation: Lip Puppets

powerless words




It's a day as normal as any. Not sure if I was hungry or not; I headed off to the coffee house I weekly frequent. Upon walking toward the tiny building on the corner as my skin drinks in the warmth of the Nashville day, I notice people sitting and eating outside engrossed in conversation. Crossing the street, I nonchalantly pass a gentleman on his cellphone, burried in a cellphone "power conversation." Minutes later after ordering my drink, he enters. His order had been ready for some time and I had commented to him just so and that he had been deeply involved in a "power conversation." His response is the inspiration for todays "odd normal" blog. His reply came back, "actually I wish it was; instead it was a 'powerless conversation.' That's when the light illuminated the darkness concerning today's blog. I thanked him kindly for the inspiration and just perhaps today's blog will do justice to such a powerful statement....


They say words have power. They say you must be very careful what you say, especially if you are angry or really stressed. They say words shape our entire destinies. I cannot say that any of those statements are more true than others; but I can say that the opposite might equally be true. Conversation may well be "powerless" in America. Not powerless in its ability to mislead or empower or degrade; but powerless in its ability to hold its speaker accountable. It was one of the things I learned very early in life, pounded and drilled into my existence by my father, a man from a small town shaped by the relativity of black and in the south. "A man's word is his bond...without that, not much else matters. Be a man of your word," he would say at least once a week. Sick of hearing it, yes, I was; but indeed he did always do what he said he would even if it was later. As time passed, I grew to admire that about him. Years later I discovered that I had become the same way. I realized that I would rather a person promise me nothing or utter no words instead of saying something they neither remembered or meant. Then neither of us would be upset later.


With that am also reminded of another thing, people who are always shoving their religion and/or opinions down other people's throat. It was just last night that I recall saying to my sister, "people really dont care what you say, they watch what you do..." I suspect my statement was lost but its power isnt. Long after the elections are over, the winner will be judged by what actually happened....but really, what can change in 4 years? at this point, even 8? Ironicly the only thing I have noticed that creates instant change might just be the good news of the gospel we so desperately rush to extinguish from our pledges, money and state buildings....but thats another blog. Arent origin and identity linked regardless of evolution? (that one is free to whomever might feel obliged; just send me a link so I can read it too)

invisible puppeteers



It's become unfortunate and quite "normal" to have no faith in conversation or even whomever is expounding it. While I wish no leader to become entangled in some scandal; reality happens for one simple fact. All conversations are created by humans. Humans fortunately or unfortunately have yet to attain perfection. Perhaps if they did, they might become bored enuf to create something less perfect.....(I'll let that one linger for the marinade to drip through) Dont you hate giving good advice only to see it discarded like some used-to-be's autograph whose fame was as long as the distance to the ground from a footprint; easily discard for the next clean napkin at Waffle House. Humans....


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M

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Missing...The Twinkle Flicker

glaring from the otherside


Its been a strange morning. I awoke and there was an overwhelming feeling of something missing. Its a missing that wasnt missing the day before; like something got trapped between sleep and wake and didnt make it back through the crack of morning. I watched my cuddly wife make her way to the shower, moving between the light and shadows of morning; so that was fine. Most of my friends seem to be normal; so I cannot account for the "absence in the force" but that doesnt change its existence. I hope it is only an omen of good tidings of change; typically it isnt. I can only feel the perimeter of the absence; I cannot identify its indentation. Hopefully it will all just dissolve away; but thats not typical either. Hence; it is definitely an odd normal day! It reminds me of a Bruce Springsteen song...MISSING!
Bruce Springsteen


Woke up this morning, was a chill in the air
Went into the kitchen, your
cigarettes were lying there
Your jacket hung on the chair
where you left it last night
Everything was in place, everything seemed all right
But you were missing
Missing...
more lyrics


Its a very haunting feeling. Luckily I dont live on feelings but it is certainly an oddness that cannot go without notice. I remember waking but trying to go back to sleep being aware that all of me wasn't there. This should prove to be a very unique day. My iPOD has sealed me off from the rest of the world and its noises echo back and forth between the gulf. Today's soup de jour is a from http://www.binauralbeats.net. It is definitely a day for tunes without words....
music without words


If the stars stopped twinkling; would the night sky be as bright as day noon?

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M

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Walking Alone for the Last Time

smiles up



It's odd how the mind finds ways to ask questions. Most people seem to be afraid of questions; but isn't that the power of the mind, the genius of it's creation. But if its creator is so perfect; why do we seem so imperfect, so troubled, so questioning and even powerless? I listen to teens and 20-somethings and they defiantly ask questions. Questions that the old school might only blush at before running away screaming. However; truth be told, they probably ask the same questions when they were 20-something too; they just don't remember. It's all good. Be who you are and love yourself; that's what you were made to do. It's fascinating to watch the "system" try to force people into molds and their nature's into cookie-cutter dies.

There are three of us in the office and somehow suicide came up. Oh yeah, because of the recent Vince Young scare. One asked how I felt about people who did it? Did I have any sympathy for the person or for their family? Oh YES! I have friends who have committed suicide. There would seem to be a range of emotions that flood you in that situation from hurt to rage. You notice the absence and helplessness. You wonder "what" or "if you had just" ...whatever. You wonder what was worth doing this thing; everybody has problems; but they pass.


In the same breath, I think everybody's got a number that comes up and that's the day it happens; not a minute before or after...like being born. So does that mean that that was the way they were destined to check out? I dont know. I know its not "my way" and "I" am the only one I can speak for. Being the oldest of 6 kind of gives you a "god-complex" or "father-plex" and you always want to "fix" everything or "tell" more than "listen." It's only slightly tough to recover from such a bad habit. Who can stop destiny or question someone else's lifepath? I can only try and help anybody that's around me but I cannot make them "me" or change who they are. In the same breath, you can lead the horse to the water; but you cannot make them drink it.


Life is a constant TRANSFORMATION! That's what I love about it. I am not the same as I was yesterday. Nothing can stop me from changing tomorrow and today doesn't have to dictate who I am tomorrow. Everything is possible and the impossible is only limited by my determination. I would even say that death might be saddled by the same statements; don't know, I havent been there yet (at least not to my knowledge)...so I go with what I know. I am not afraid to "believe;" and that doesn't mean I cannot ask questions. We move through live hopefully growing, not remaining the same and unfortunately "good" is a point of reference relative to position. Thats not to say you should disregard everything or everyone else.


There is ALWAYS another way.
I think therefore I am.
Where there is a will, there is a way.
Get the right information from the right people.
Ignorance may be bliss; but consequences arent.

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M

Thursday, August 28, 2008

There is no finish line!






Its a cruel trick of life that we discover after Santa is no more. It begins with the little things and escalates to all our foundational gems. First they say, they love you no matter what. Then they say, God loves you. After that, they tell you that you can be anything you want to be. And finally, be the best. I often wonder would it have been better to aim high and end up low or aim low and be thrilled with ending up normal? It seems that everything one begins ends or never ends. Standing still is never really an option even if you opt to do nothing. Its like being on a conveyor belt...you can go faster if you walk too; but if you stand still you're still moving. I guess we are fortunate in that we can sometimes choose whether we are moving forwards or backwards.


If I saw me leave could I stand in still and say hello tomorrow? No, I'm not smokin' anything. Never needed to. The best roads are unpaved and unmapped. There are no signs telling you which direction to take or guarantees after the next turn. That is the natural way...blindness. Only in the dark will the light appear. Even at death, life keeps going. In eternity there is still tomorrow....

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M

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Storm's A Brewin'

storm brewing




Its funny how we can look at the sky and notice the clouds gathering. We tend to note how dark they are or how bulbous a thunderhead might be. We really notice when one side of the sky is light and the other very dark. Sooner of later you see the birds all flying in the same direction...away. It reminds me of growing up...that critical moment before you did what you shouldnt have done that you cannot turn back from....that was the day my mother nailed my skull with a skillet. I remember it very well. 15 years are just like yesterday. Yeh, I know, that explains a lot.

Whats even funnier about it all or maybe ironic is the term, is that even God tends to give us a bit of sarcasm by basicly saying "you notice the seasons and everything else going on; but suddenly you dont understand what I want or said? How can that be? Funny how the truth can be that way sometimes. Truth is typically the source of our greatest angers and fears. We wouldnt dare want you to tell us the truth; its much more polite to lie...is that what "political correctness" has reinforced?


Take note next time when you see the clouds in you life gathering....its probably the same; there's a storm coming. Did you flip off the guy guilding a giant boat or the evacuee volunteer trying to get you to leave your present location? When was the last time ignorance was wise?

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M

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Do you B-E-L-I-E-V-E?

scarey eyes




There are things that do go bump in the night. Some of them bump back. I have seen them once and yes, there was some fear involved. Are you brave enuf to turn on the light or are you cowering beneath the sheets with clenched fists praying/begging for morning?

Find out which one you are? Play the game!
The results may suprise you. Click on the image and rise to a new level of terror!
demon power

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M

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Deliciously Stewed Bat!





BATMAN, The DARK KNIGHT


Well I finally saw the Batman movie. Yeah, it was willing to forego all the hoopla and wait until I was sure I might go to the IMAX and have room to spread out and enjoy the potiential of such a movie in private. I was certain it would be near impossible to top BATMAN BEGINS and with modest hope, I was considering the error of my thoughts. Heath Leger...hmmm; so what. He never did much for me; besides Jack Nicholson had already been the Joker. Who could be better than Jack? Slipping into my seat with popcorn and no drink due to the forewarned length of the movie I began fighting to ignore all the tiny lit screens of cellphones and handhelds gleeming in the darkness. That is another reason I dont usually go to movies...lack of consideration. Well enuf of that; on to the Bat. Bale is definitely the best of all the caped crusaders. I say that being completely MARVEL; but fully embracing this tiny jaunt into DC land.

Bale is easily the best Bruce Wayne and the best Batman. His brooding stares wrinkle his soverign temples as the Bat must choose between oposing identities. Bruce Wayne is a complex character, at least as of the last two Batmans. He is a man with all the trappings that should make one happy; but they are also his curse. Trapped among the money, ego and deep sad emptiness from losing his "good" parents he cannot successfully engage in true love. That would become a weakness. The struggle between the man and the bat fight for ownership of reality...which identity is the costume. Of course some of you already know how I feel about masks....




Morgan Freeman...always good. There are some who only get better; especially when they typically have only been "good" characters in the past. Its nice to see these golden geriatrics of Hollywood break their own molds and transform into multidimensional personas; i.e. Denzel Washington.


Michael Caine...again, always good. Yes, he is a butler, but so much more. He is the out-of-body conscienceness of a father long dead and Bruce Wayne prior to corruption or conviction...you chose.

Heath Ledger...the Joker! Let it be decreed once and for at least now, the best of the Joker. Again, I occassionally have a problem siding with the villian but for "good" reasons. I really had little expectations here. Let me say within the first 10 minutes, the movie was already worth full price and IMAX prices at that. Never has the role had such honesty and pathos for reality. It was if Socrates were wearing clown makeup. From the makeup to the gestures to the sadistic humanity of reasonlessness, the Joker scores all aces. While I was occassionally reminded of Prison Break in terms of his planning and foresight, there wasnt once that Leger did not own the screen. He was never visible too long nor insincere in his venir. It is the madness that breeds such genius. I only wish he could have survived long enuf in the darkness to have seen the brilliant light on the other side. The role is legendary. The performance is immortal.



As for the movie, its a "2 thumbs up with a lap of popcorn and chocolate." I dont buy many movies mostly because once I have seen it, I know how it ends. My memory is really good...but this may be one of the very few in the company of Terminator 2, Shawshank Redemption, The Notebook, Transformers, Spiderman, Its A Wonderful Life and Blair Witch. Sometimes the hero has to play the villian to protect humanity from itself. Its a tough call; but BATMAN is willing to make that choice. Everything in this movie comes together like a warm beef stew on a chilly December afternoon by the fire...perfect. As for the Mummy and Jet Li; please recycle the film....Give the promos guy a huge raise.