memorial day

remembers long before the web when i was but a wee lad serving in uncle sam's marching machine in the war torn town of monterey california (just north of carmel by the sea, forty miles north of big sur), i ment one of my many mentors, a man from a hundred ten miles north in san francisco where i spent many a wonder-filled weekend in those wild and crazy days of youth, and as if for the first time all over again he inspired my wide eyed laughter with another post card meant to be sent through smail mail and this one lept from the mailbag to remind me with love and laughter of those times i gave to this country so truly and simply...

"Please don’t ask me to keep in step – It’s hard enough just to stay in line." ~ Ashleigh Brilliant

some rest

yes, some rest, not enough, but a large doze of much needed rest... and the tip of the massive bloat of fatigue and excess peeks out from the depths where reality is buried by the daily grind of rushed habits that too easily becomes life, a very thin imitation of the true potential of the word... life is not only bullsugar, after all...

we can do much better...

balance

losing interest in the daily word, the illusion that people are out there caring, reading, keeping in touch in a silent vigil as only a devoted reader does... these momentary moods don't last long, but the flow of words may spread around and therein slow down here and in other daily places... that is the real in the writing life... sometimes, for the balance and benefit of all, but most especially me, some selfish time is taken...

facebook

spending a lot of time on facebook of late as the past and present seem to merge in a timeless wonderland of memory and reconnection... don't know how long before the next web playground supplants facebook and there are some warning signs, but it is fun... at least for the moment (and a touch of twitter too :)

one more night

again, just another day, again, take it to the limit (almost) one more time, again, sorta, kinda, well, not really... it's all a touch of drama just to keep the boredom at bay, or so the slight of hand, fingering, and characters might lead you to believe... but really, it's all the maze that moves the mountains and makes the mayrtyrdom seem authentic and bearable, the maze that produces palpable pondering between the lines and around the edges so that most of all, the loneliness does not swallow the abyss that keeps hope alive, the same maze that maintains the loneliness...

or maybe it's just... bullsugar! :)

maintaining quo

status or otheriwse, sometimes hanging on by the skin of the teeth (as if teeth had skin), other times just holding breath and hoping it all doesn't fall apart, we continue to muddle through the bullsugare and worse, the crap that produces neither amusement, education, or other worth in other to believe that everything is gonna be alright no matter what...

and the rest of the time it's mostly...

bullsugar! :)

day after day

alone on a hill, even... with a slight craving for chocolate i consider going out even as 11pm approaches and probably will distract myself with the mentalist instead because the news sucks (humans are just a sad species, pathetically violent and stupid, but perhaps i am even stupider as i hold on to hope for humanity, aye?.. day after day, even)...

save the humans!

work, play, friends, fun

all squeezed into every single day along with good food and tv distractions and artistic amusements and games and did i mention fun?... but what about the love?...

love is everywhere all around inside outside up side down, love is all the energy and sharing and giving and wonder and excitement and joy (and even sorrow, but not the heavy weighty depressing sorrow you might be used to) and passion and awareness and life we live (if you live it, i mean)... but what about...

ah yes, the intimacy... missing the intimacy... the wonderfulness all sqrrzed into every single day could even be more amazingly wondrous... good to have something to look forward to :)

our google controllers

why do the powers at blogger/google demand i re-enter my user name and password at random moments when i am inspired to write... is it so they can stifle my creativity by blocking my writer while i am searching for my latest password?... or is it just an ocd control freaky thing like most power mad successful folk do?...

or is it phishing?...

bullsugar!

twitter?

i have not yet begun to tweet!

bullsugar!

more to follow

as it is mayday, may day, maybe a day of calling for help or a day for new rebirth (i prefer the latter, though the beatles song still plays in the background now and then, as does never walk alone and so many others, but then, so does the fun and frolic of communication in the moment that the likes of facebook and the online world provides... still, i want to play around the physical environs today, so maybe later...

more bullsugar! :)