Friday, February 20, 2009

Walk The Line

Walk The Line, Johnny Cash

I have always loved this poster since the first time I saw it. The design is great, the colors are perfect and it has a unified balance that goes without saying. I met the man in black once as a kid; I was touched by his politeness. Walk the Line; what a movie, crammed with some real soul-stalking songs.

What a great song! It reminds me of Randy Travis, "On the Other Hand" a little. What is the mystical power that draws the moth to the flame? Would the light not be the light without what it does? Could the moth remain as such if it couldnt be drawn to the flame? As sure as the flames destroy; do they not also liberate? Does the light also blight out our sight? Too many moths put out the flame; you can think about that any way you choose. The divorce rate will back that one up.

For the few and the proud, there's a war going on every day. Its at its worst when the clammor of armor and stench of blood are not present; when no danger is apparent and the sun is strong in the sky while the birds frolic carefree overhead. There really are very few "downtimes" public or private; awake or asleep. If you walk the line, will its edge eventaully slice you in half? Will what draws you also kill you?

Monday, February 16, 2009

Failure Required: How Long?


"You can tell a man is clever by his answers. You can tell he is wise by his questions." --Naguib Mahfouz, Egyptian Nobel Laureate

Its a chilly Monday in breezy Nashville. The BatTower casts a cold shadow on my window. The only thing more chilling is the nirvana digging through my cortex by way of my ears. With iPOD well engaged, I listen to a podcast that is well worth your attention. I found it quite by accident, as usual; but there are really no accidents. Today's podcast Cultivate Life! that I am listening to is about asking questions and seeking to understand instead of insisting being understood. Today I am curious about the wisdom and value of failure. I saw another one of those infomercials that I thought about trying but logic and probably fear talked me out of it....besides I've tried a million. I admit that most schemes DO work for other people; they do NOT typically work for me. It is odd that we always issolate ourselves into being something different when in actuality we are all quite the same. Questions expand our thinking, living and understanding of ourselves and our world; maybe that is what scares us so much about them.

We must not pretend to be anyone else but ourselves. Abandon ego but never your integrity. Ego is about what others think; intergrity is about faithfulness to oneself and ability. Failure is the opportunity to begin again.
Cultivate Life!

Feed your mind and become a fathead!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Devils Gothic

There are upsides to a pitchfork!
pitchfork stories

Down through time, pitchforks have become a symbol of american hard work, country icons, living off the land, living in BFE, art images and the end result of disagreements. Typically constructed of a handle and an iron forked tip of several prongs, these handy devices have helped separate the wheat from the chafe.

on the business end

Chances are that if someone is directing a pitchfork at you; indications are pretty severe! I have rarely seen an incident that both parties weren't clued in on what the pitchfork was for or why it was being employed. Needless to say, when on the non-business end; run first, ask questions later .... from a safe distance. If you have actually used one, then you know how effective this great tool can be to accomplishing its task. Speaking of an efficeint tool...I wonder if thats why the Devil carries one?


Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Eating Lunch Dead

funeral cars

some things dont mix; but they do go together...

Well its been a busy Tuesday inside with razorblade wind outside. I took my lunch not knowing in advance where I might end up. Not that thats unusual; I'm just saying. I ended up at one of my favorite places that lives up to its name. No, I'm not a health food nut; so don't get to getting any ideas. I went to Hardees! Tis true: "The last place you would go for a burger is now the only place you'd go!" (shameless plug) I had a double thickburger with NO onions, fries and a lemonade (no not diet). I am always impressed when the bag leaves the drive thru window persons hand and my hand drops from the weight of the bag. Today was no different. Hardees does such a fantastic job of wrapping their beautiful meat...its car friendly from open the container...half wrapped with the bottom sealed; perfect for lifting with one hand (depending on the size of the hand) while driving. My mouth was already salivating at the order station. Now it was only worse as I sank my teeth down into those double patties, lettuce and tomato. I felt the ketchup draw a line at the close of my lips. Mmmmmmmm. I was coasting along moaning with pleasure as I looked over at the car beside me to make sure I hadnt forgotten to stay in my lane. The guy in the hearst nodded at my enjoyment from the massive burger.

That caused a short pause as I grinned while continuing to chew. A hearst??? Really? He was eating too; but the irony or oddity struck me. He's eating in a hearst!!! But why wouldnt he? He must have a lunch break too. I wonder if he's like some police; he gets his food free? I was slightly confused. Remembering the habit of stopping to let funeral parties pass, I didnt know whether to keep chewing or stop. I glanced again as he took a drink from a strawed cup and laughed at myself. I knew this would be a blog later. We have some respectful customs when it comes to the dead and the vehicles/items that surround that topic.

I typically see a funeral go by the office at least 3 times a day. Once I asked the coworkers if it was disrespectful NOT to get out and also stop your spinners when a funeral goes by. I see the homeless stop and watch the line of cars with some respect of the dead by taking off a hat or halting a slow mid-street crossing. So if everything should stop; is it the only time some of us get any respect? Everybody gets their 15 minutes of fame; hopefully its not your last fifteen. Since I love CSI, I notice they often have somone's chest opened up while reaching for lunch. Maybe its just what were used to or acclimated to seeing that it just becomes the familiar...not spooky or sad; just numb. It never fails we are having pizza when CSI or ER comes on and my wifey whinces. I guess its probably wrong that it makes me laugh or try to get her to look back before the scene changes...afterall; isnt that reality. We are only smooth and covered when we choose. Accidents and mortality remind us we arent nearly as dignified as we would pretend.

Salu hearst man; enjoy your lunch.