My OperaTurning Gray and the Food I Ate Yesterday.
Monday, August 24, 2009 11:32:21 PM
The air is cooling and blowing in from the Southwest this afternoon, reminding me of a day like today.
Finally, a batch of perfect weather has slinked past Summers' guard dogs and made it's way into my arms. I'm breathing in deep and tongue kissing the gentle breeze as it wraps it's silky legs around me, grinding slow and passionatly against my Damn! What a nice day..
So... I'm starting to grow gray hair. I'd like to think I'd look quite fetching with a full white mop. Like Anderson Cooper, but not a douche. It's just a couple, but really? I haven't lived enough life for gray hair, so I've decided to step it up a little. There's tons of traveling that must be done. My company's steady growing but I've been putting off things until the "right time". That time is now. Expand! Then I can have other people run the company into the ground while I surf, money in hand, on the waves of sweat cascading from the brows of my underlings!
Since apparently, I'm on the verge of senility, I can now ramble on about trivial things, like what I ate yesterday. Here's a picture of it:
I think folks should take more time creating what they eat like we did in the days of old. There's something spiritual about taking care and pride in preparing what your carbon shell ingests. Even something as simple as a sandwich can be a work of art. The above picture was just a snack to give you an idea of my metabolism these days, so I pretty much hover between the kitchen and the bathroom. As an old man, I can never be too close to a toilet.
My hearing's been lacking as well. What?! Maybe it's not my hearing, but that I just don't care to hear what other people are saying to me.
Who's knows?
Shit, who cares?
I don't.
Anyways, I highly recommend these noggin-splitting headphones...
I can now enjoy all of my favorite waltzes with ear-bleeding satisfaction while sauntering about the public domain trying to remember things. They look real nice on me, especially when I'm smoking my pipe. Yep, I went all out and bought an old tabacco pipe to smoke out of while I reminisce about days gone past.
My creative juices have been dried up for a while now, but they're starting to trickle again like my wrinkly bladder. I haven't tried to write creatively in months until now and as you can see, I'm pretty dusty. It's something you have to force for a minute before it starts to flow; it's like using a semicolon; or passing a kidney stone. My fellow old'n moldies know what I mean, don't you boys!
My friend, Bobcat, just got out of rehab and plays a mean guitar. He'll be moving back in a week or so to start over so we'll be laying down some new tracks soon enough. I just to need impress on him the importance of expanding out from the blues a little since that's all he plays. All we need is a drummer, although Laurie can beat the djembe pretty damn good. I know a dude that can play the Hammond Organ that's sitting in the corner of my living room collecting dust. We can get an album put together and go on tour and...Well, heck, there I go rambling again.
Well friends, it's time for grandpa to go out back and stir the mulch. My worms need some attention and I figure I might as well get to know 'em since I'll be livin' with 'em one day. Tendin' to my garden is a favorite past time for this old buckaroo!
It's been 31 long years but I'm still kickin'!
Until next time....
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So... I'm starting to grow gray hair. I'd like to think I'd look quite fetching with a full white mop. Like Anderson Cooper, but not a douche. It's just a couple, but really? I haven't lived enough life for gray hair, so I've decided to step it up a little. There's tons of traveling that must be done. My company's steady growing but I've been putting off things until the "right time". That time is now. Expand! Then I can have other people run the company into the ground while I surf, money in hand, on the waves of sweat cascading from the brows of my underlings!
Since apparently, I'm on the verge of senility, I can now ramble on about trivial things, like what I ate yesterday. Here's a picture of it:
I think folks should take more time creating what they eat like we did in the days of old. There's something spiritual about taking care and pride in preparing what your carbon shell ingests. Even something as simple as a sandwich can be a work of art. The above picture was just a snack to give you an idea of my metabolism these days, so I pretty much hover between the kitchen and the bathroom. As an old man, I can never be too close to a toilet.
My hearing's been lacking as well. What?! Maybe it's not my hearing, but that I just don't care to hear what other people are saying to me.
Who's knows?
Shit, who cares?
I don't.
Anyways, I highly recommend these noggin-splitting headphones...
I can now enjoy all of my favorite waltzes with ear-bleeding satisfaction while sauntering about the public domain trying to remember things. They look real nice on me, especially when I'm smoking my pipe. Yep, I went all out and bought an old tabacco pipe to smoke out of while I reminisce about days gone past.
My creative juices have been dried up for a while now, but they're starting to trickle again like my wrinkly bladder. I haven't tried to write creatively in months until now and as you can see, I'm pretty dusty. It's something you have to force for a minute before it starts to flow; it's like using a semicolon; or passing a kidney stone. My fellow old'n moldies know what I mean, don't you boys!
My friend, Bobcat, just got out of rehab and plays a mean guitar. He'll be moving back in a week or so to start over so we'll be laying down some new tracks soon enough. I just to need impress on him the importance of expanding out from the blues a little since that's all he plays. All we need is a drummer, although Laurie can beat the djembe pretty damn good. I know a dude that can play the Hammond Organ that's sitting in the corner of my living room collecting dust. We can get an album put together and go on tour and...Well, heck, there I go rambling again.
Well friends, it's time for grandpa to go out back and stir the mulch. My worms need some attention and I figure I might as well get to know 'em since I'll be livin' with 'em one day. Tendin' to my garden is a favorite past time for this old buckaroo!
It's been 31 long years but I'm still kickin'!
Until next time....
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Sansanshan # Tuesday, August 25, 2009 12:13:07 AM
Dillon RobertsDillonRoberts # Tuesday, August 25, 2009 12:19:09 AM
Nope. You're right. I stay fit workin' hard. Gotta little gut these days, but I can melt that off in a week if I cared to.
Actually, maybe I should before it's too late.. Thanks, San!
Sansanshan # Tuesday, August 25, 2009 12:57:15 AM
musebarefoot_muse # Tuesday, August 25, 2009 6:47:34 PM
pauliticalmind # Tuesday, August 25, 2009 8:53:21 PM
pauliticalmind # Tuesday, August 25, 2009 8:57:30 PM
Dillon RobertsDillonRoberts # Wednesday, August 26, 2009 4:38:15 AM
Hey Troublemaker!
Nice war face.
I'm glad I could make you laugh. You must be pulling your hair out watching the goings on at the White House.
For years I was a professional agitator and worked on many environmental campaigns. I was surrounded by socialists, communists, anarchists, ect. but no libertarians!
I've met Ron Paul a few times and was happy to vote for him. I caught a bunch of shit from my friends for "wasting" my vote. I was pissed!
pauliticalmind # Wednesday, August 26, 2009 8:54:56 PM
Jealous you've met Ron Paul...I also "wasted my vote" on him. I'm sensing a new Revolution, though. It should be interesting, after the next shitty 4 years, the number of young people who decide to run for office.
musebarefoot_muse # Wednesday, August 26, 2009 9:25:51 PM
hungryghost # Wednesday, September 2, 2009 5:36:16 AM
Rage, rage into the dying night!