Tuesday, February 24, 2009

women's seasonal rhythms

As I looked around, I realized that most of the women I knew had their own seasonal rhythm. Like Mme de Thoux, Mme de Troyes, though much younger and whom I had known when she was almost a kid, was also a Spring animal. Mme de Castres was definitely a late winter person; my own wife was a bit different, being both a summer and a November or late Fall individual. And Mme de Quint...

Which led me to wonder if I had myself a seasonal rhythm... and decided to postpone (probably summer and Fall, hhmmm, close to my wife's, well, why not, in fact? Weirder: I could not decide on my ex's rhythm... There was indeed something about those rhythms...)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Ramble on

And if I were to say to you
We need to sail on away
You'd look at me and wonder
What it is I am all about
And yet there should be a way for us to go
But I ramble on, oh yes, yes I do
And yet I am not wrong as we are trapped
like rats with no oxygen in a cage

So I just turn around and repeat it
And you again look back at me
Thinking I am a fool, a nut, or weird
But somethign in you stirs and wonders
Yeah, yeah, yeah, could he be right?
Could we really abandon all this wreck of a life?
'Cause we sink, and swim, and sink more
With each new day, and it's endless

And I ramble on, but the question remains
In you, in me, in all of us,
How we got caught in this and how we get out
Of the trap for rats, of the race for naught

So I stop saying anything
And you notice it's just too late, maybe
But who killed the thinking beast
and the hope, and the fun?
Could it be avoided and is it really too late?
Well, it is, and it's just tough luck
And you gotta play with those chips,
Sticky, cracked, worn out, used, coreless

Life goes on, rumble and no ramble
Dribble and no tribulation
Dripped dry and bloodless
Dropped dead and empty

Sunday, February 15, 2009

poem to laugh: Hippo Love

My love for thee
Is bigger than you and me.
If I may say so
It's as big as a hippo,
except it hasn't got the bad breath
That plagues all hippos,
And I'd rather play with YOUR breasts
Than the hippo's

Schizophrenic US TV

I don't have the right mindset for American TV any more. In the middle of a political talk show, well focussed, etc.. come the commercials, so that we move from an intelligent, informed, important, intellectual (or so), discussion to the need to go visit the new resort in some sunny luxurious location, followed by an ad for reflief from the devastating pain and consequences of fibromyalgia, and on to other orange juice, cars, and miscellaneous advertizing.

Frankly, I have a friend with fibromyalgia, so I am somewhat aware of how debilitating it is or can be. Can one really squeeze it between luxurious resort and oj? I can't.. I need time between these topics to reflect upon this or that one topic before we move on to the next (in a matter of seconds and with abrupt transitions) and then we are back, minutes later (too late?), to our political issues and the topic before all these unrelated, if not contradictory, advertisements..

No wonder ADD is on the rise, along with attention and concentration problems, focussing on what matters, and overall craziness. You need to be schizophrenic (or even afflicted with multiple personalities) to follow American TV...

Long live PBS where the news goes on uninterrupted... Any other channel one can recommend?

Any bill of law to stop the money machine from destroying the public and in favor of working on the concentration powers of the nation? We could use some these days....

Good luck to us all...

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Friday the 13th

Yeap, Friday the 13th it is, a migraine for me, a heart attack (non-fatal) for the husband of a friend, and a dental bill for my son for several thousand dollars (football injury), that should do it.

Bottom line: go to bed early (had to, anyway) and tomorrow is another day... Amen!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Thoux update

Madame de Thoux being a very organic person (one who is led by her physiology), I expected her to reappear every Spring (which did not always happen). She disappeared for months, a kind of hibernation, I surmised, and then would suddenly contact you, most often just to catch up on news... Hibernation and prairiedogging, in a way...

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

14 Random things

1. I had a pet when growing up, a mixed malamute, my canine brother. But have been a cat man since (easier - laziness?)

2. I do want the US to extend the duration of the presidential mandate by another year (5-year terms) but then we could have had the worst president ever for another two years... Yet, 4 years is too short, they get in, settle, have to run again and people just wait out the poor guy (one day, hopefully: the poor gal)...

3. I wonder, often in fact, what has happened to people I have known in all parts and places of my life and whom my various moves have kept out... Yet, I could not stay my whole life in one place, oh no...

4. I never mind going places on my own. In fact, I like it. Be it for a movie, a cup of coffee, or a vacation. Does not happen much, though

5. I was a nerd in mid and high schools and beyond. Late bloomer, socially retarded back then. Now, I am just normally socially retarded BUT I have developed the other persona to be the bright, cheerful person I am supposed to be....

6. A.D.D., you ask? Oh yes, and getting worse with age...

7. I never thought I'd get married and have done it twice (which will suffice...-- the rhyme if for free, enjoy it!)

8. I have a pen fetish, probably have several hundreds, and I also collect paper... Yet my best creative writing is on note pads or composition notebooks...

9. Death has been there in my family and in my life from the beginning: the "nomos alpha" (first law) of the Greeks. I was born to the world when I was 20 years old and one of my best friends died in a car accident. It's been 34 years, it took me over 20 years to be able to speak or write about it as I do now. But I learned a lot from her death, lessons that last to this day.

10. I have been lucky to meet with my two best friends when I was a kid, and I still remember vividly when I met my best friend (what he was wearing, what he said, haircut, how he walked up the three steps, etc..) Freaky!

11. As I get older, I look more and more like my dad and I am not sure I like it. BUT I have my mother's human qualities (thank God!), while my daughter has my personality and energy, and my son is probably closer to being my inheritor.

12. Yes, I have done many stupid and wrong thigns in life. And I discovered that much later. I am better now as an individual, however, despite the bruises and the scars, maybe because of them....But I also realize I never did anything really stupid or wrong.

13. I believe everyone can and does change, and am in part against the death penalty because of this. (And against it for humane and human, non-religious, reasons for the most part, however.)

14. I do my creative writing on impulse (binge writer) and must be inspired by real life...

Blog # 85

Normal day, daily routine, grey skies but warm, lingering headache, work that is OK and could be better or worse--and at least, I have a job, 11 million people don't in this country alone--weary but the energizer bunny keeps going even if at mid-battery...

Over and out... May all hang in the same, it could be worse (minimalist philosophy...)

Friday, February 06, 2009

Fight routine

You can't avoid it, somehow after years life settles, brings dust on your belongings and you every day, just a little new layer each morning each evening and you get swallowed, eaten, between the same routine every day, the bills, the worries, the god knows what, and "it all."
"Stop and smell the roses," they say. Yeap. Easier said than done, often, but that's the idea. So, go for that CD, the extra cup of coffee, the super dooper ice cream or cookie, etc., it's the only way you'll ever get a chance to fight back against the routine and the dustburying of your life and yourself.
Fight routine, fight it off harder, enjoy the hell out of your music, your wife or partner (or maybe... out of your wife and out of your partner!!!... ;))
No one ever went away to face death wishing he or she had spent more time at work. So, go for life and whistle, sing, dance, eat it, to it, on it, laugh at it, and survive, one day at a time, one instant at a time..
No other way..... Short of deciding that is not worth it, in which case, no existential worry to have, you have found the solution and farewell...