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....


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?


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


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!


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. 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.


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?


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....