Status Report: 2020 Jan 11
An update every now and again seems appropriate for the times but don’t take my word for it. In a way this is more of a statement of facts than a status report but one can take it either way. It depends not just on what side of the fence you live on but what particular road you have chosen for yourself to traverse. But never mind that right now. Recently there have been two conditions that have been met. These are quite important because they are not something that comes along on a regular or even timely basis. Noteworthy events require notes worthy of such.
Come On Baby Light My Fire
Sometimes the call goes out and through deafened ears the message received is nothing but background noise to which we ever-pleasantly ignore. Of course this has nothing to do with the point being made here at all. Receptions are a funny thing but that’s because I seem to entertain myself endlessly. Others from time to time seem to share my beliefs but again, this has nothing to do with anything other than words being thrown upon the canvas of life and living much like those dreaded abstract artists who leave the foretelling to others while they walk away with a fist-full of cash. Isn’t life so wonder-full? Tossing our lives into the garbage heap of junk what then are we left with? Protecting the family heritage seems to matter a great deal and so we tend to carry forward one thing or another in our quest of monopolizing the universe to our selfish endeavors. We matter - a great deal as our thoughts provide the ever-present peek behind the curtain of uncertainty. We can’t help but _give…
A Trip To Town, and Back
Traveling is an art. In time and space things happen. They don’t just happen but they do indeed happen. Sometimes it’s the order that is important and at other times it’s the when. The two could be confused but that is not the crowd to which the podium currently faces. Let me see, is it that the dark skies comes from the East or is that the West. The other directions surely must also come into play but one thing is for certain, things are directional, to and fro. Sometimes we sit placated and watch the progression of those things which progress taking comfort that this too shall pass. But there are other times with which being placated becomes inappropriate and so we dabble, all wizard-like, in order to perform. Sometimes the willow does break.
In times of old ‘progressive’ thinking became the basis of thinking and from that was born an era of mindless ecstasy rooted in self-serving venues where performances and performers endeavored to out-perform any and every thing on the face of the Earth… and beyond. It’s the beyond thing that caused the ruckus we see today, not the natives running amuck in their own backyard naked, afraid and foaming at the mouth with fervent hopes, dreams and government-approved and sanctioned ways of living and… dying. Don’t be afraid, just follow the path and you’ll come out all right. Like I said, hopes and dreams.
Twisted Paths, Serpentining Our Way
There is a lot happening these days. It could even be conjured that so much is happening, that the mind just cannot keep up. Not that it ever could but please don’t tell the children that because killing the Tooth Fairy is not always a good thing - especially in front of the wife and kids. But never mind that right now. We all find our way one way or another. Of course by the time we get there, right at the bitter end it does indeed become…. bitter. I suppose that the best methodology known to ‘man’ is to bury that sucker somewhere out in the boonies where no one could ever, ever find it. The skeletons in the closet thing… that is so, yesterday. But never mind that right now.
Getting The Old Knickers In A Bind
The best laid plans of mice and men. Low and behold as we read the Akashic Records tucked away right in the dust jacket a little note was hidden. Curious as to what the note said or the reading itself? I’m sorry to break it to you but I don’t read any records, none at all. The thirst for knowing it all has done and left me for good a while back. I’ve left cookie crumbs if you’re interested in foraging but I digress yet again. The note said that if you can read this, you are too close.
Tall Tales By The Fireside
Let’s face it, we all tell our tales and as we sit by the fireside all comfy and secure all sorts of dangerous liaisons prop up. Igniting fires of interest we throw buckets of gasoline in order to perpetuate our existence living out our hopes and dreams upon the backs of those around us and even volunteering those whom we can. Our efforts ultimately fail of course but as the saying goes there is no harm in trying. I’m thinking of a picturesque bridge right now in Brooklyn.
Stepping Stones To A Dead End
Infinity is endless. Less an end to come to, what then will become of those poor ‘lost’ souls who wander and wonder upon the sands of time herein referred to as ‘Earth’. But never mind that, right? I love the endless symphony of orchestration, the wily ways of Man. Reminds me of some past Memorial Day pic-a-nic that never happened.