It all started with a knock on my door. Before I even had the chance to get out of my chair, the door opened and there she was. Even through the low light and thick smoke, I could see that this dame was a pure knockout. She had the kind of legs that looked like they had walked all over every man she met and came out on top every time. Her face could put any Hollywood starlet to shame, but it was her eyes that stopped me dead in my tracks. They made a man want to run home crying to his mommy. Black as coal and looking right through me, there were secrets hidden behind those eyes that I prayed to God I would never know. But something in my gut (or was it in the there-then-gone grin?) told me I that not even God could help me now.
My name is Harvey Kipsitch and I was once one of the top Private Eyes in the city. Now I am huddled under a freeway overpass with the last few survivors, hoping that this will find find it's way out of here. Hoping that it reaches you before she does. Hoping that what I have to tell you will save your soul. Praying that it's not too late.
Like I said, it all started with a knock...
Feb 24, 2009
Snapshots Thought of the Day 2-24
“Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”
(Theodore Roosevelt, 26th U.S. President)
Unless you can't, cause you have nothing, and don't know where you are. In which case, do what you can, with what you steal from those who have it, regardless of where they are.
I wonder if this quote came on one of Teddy's hunting trips... "Teddy, we got any more toilet paper? I'm all out!"
"Son, do what you can, with what you have, where you are."
"But Teddy, there are snakes!"
"Well then, speak softly and carry a big stick."
Isn't it reassuring to know that so many of history's good quotes come from bodily functions??
(Theodore Roosevelt, 26th U.S. President)
Unless you can't, cause you have nothing, and don't know where you are. In which case, do what you can, with what you steal from those who have it, regardless of where they are.
I wonder if this quote came on one of Teddy's hunting trips... "Teddy, we got any more toilet paper? I'm all out!"
"Son, do what you can, with what you have, where you are."
"But Teddy, there are snakes!"
"Well then, speak softly and carry a big stick."
Isn't it reassuring to know that so many of history's good quotes come from bodily functions??
Feb 23, 2009
Untitled
What is at the end
Of a rainbow in the night
When we cast aside the security blanket
Of our childhood innocence
And go in search of that which we cannot see
And know may not even be there
When we reach it
What is at the end
Of a rainbow in the night
When all that we have are
Hopes and Dreams
To keep us safe and warm
Against the cold realities of the world
What is at the end
Of a rainbow in the night
When we lose sight of what we need
And focus only on what we want
Or think we want
What is at the end
Of a rainbow in the night
When we finally find out
We don't want it after all
What is at the end
Of a rainbow in the night?
The dawn of a new day
Of a rainbow in the night
When we cast aside the security blanket
Of our childhood innocence
And go in search of that which we cannot see
And know may not even be there
When we reach it
What is at the end
Of a rainbow in the night
When all that we have are
Hopes and Dreams
To keep us safe and warm
Against the cold realities of the world
What is at the end
Of a rainbow in the night
When we lose sight of what we need
And focus only on what we want
Or think we want
What is at the end
Of a rainbow in the night
When we finally find out
We don't want it after all
What is at the end
Of a rainbow in the night?
The dawn of a new day
The Carnival
This is another one where I've had an idea floating around in need of a home. This time it was a line from an old song, and an image that I stumbled across when thinking about the rainbow piece last week (that line, the rainbow in the night, was originally going to be part of this one too, but it just didn't find it's way into it).
Bonus points to any of who who can identify which line is from the song and which song it's from.
As always, I welcome your comments/criticisms, as it is most definitely a work in progress...
The Carnival
The dark shroud falls
Untethered upon the world
Suffocating the day's last light
As the music winds down
And the last ride comes to a stop
One by one the lights stop blinking
The gleeful smiles of the clowns
Changed to mischievous grins
Brimming with evil
The bright neon of the midway
Replaced by a darkness so deep
The shadows run from themselves
The uneasiness once held at bay by the
Laughter of innocent children
Spills into the field
For this is when the real freaks come out
To revel in the non-existent glow of the moon
To extinguish the stars with their icy breath
Singing, dancing, haunting
Through their dark carnival
The children of the night
Bonus points to any of who who can identify which line is from the song and which song it's from.
As always, I welcome your comments/criticisms, as it is most definitely a work in progress...
The Carnival
The dark shroud falls
Untethered upon the world
Suffocating the day's last light
As the music winds down
And the last ride comes to a stop
One by one the lights stop blinking
The gleeful smiles of the clowns
Changed to mischievous grins
Brimming with evil
The bright neon of the midway
Replaced by a darkness so deep
The shadows run from themselves
The uneasiness once held at bay by the
Laughter of innocent children
Spills into the field
For this is when the real freaks come out
To revel in the non-existent glow of the moon
To extinguish the stars with their icy breath
Singing, dancing, haunting
Through their dark carnival
The children of the night
Feb 20, 2009
Fire
This one was written as part of a project for my Sociology of Forest Fires class. It was a spur of the moment, kind of last minute (around 1 am the night before it was due) addition, but I like the way it turned out, so here it is. The project was in the form of a power-point presentation, and this piece was written over top of a photograph of mine.
It's a crappy scan of the photo, and I know there's a better one somewhere, but I don't feel like looking for it
Fire
Bringer of life
You unite us
Give us culture
Make us human
We worship you
Fear you
Battle you
Lose ourselves in you
You keep us human
When we transgress
You burn us
Scar us
Cleanse our souls
You humble us
When we are cold
You warm us
Inspire us
Light our faces
Our hearts
You belong to us
And we to you
We build you
Feed you
Preserve you
We give you fuel
You fuel us
Our minds
Our souls
You preserve us
We fear you
Battle you
Lose ourselves to you
Give ourselves to you
You consume us
Fire
Bringer of life
Taker of life
In your eternal flame
We are born
Reborn
It's a crappy scan of the photo, and I know there's a better one somewhere, but I don't feel like looking for it
Fire
Bringer of life
You unite us
Give us culture
Make us human
We worship you
Fear you
Battle you
Lose ourselves in you
You keep us human
When we transgress
You burn us
Scar us
Cleanse our souls
You humble us
When we are cold
You warm us
Inspire us
Light our faces
Our hearts
You belong to us
And we to you
We build you
Feed you
Preserve you
We give you fuel
You fuel us
Our minds
Our souls
You preserve us
We fear you
Battle you
Lose ourselves to you
Give ourselves to you
You consume us
Fire
Bringer of life
Taker of life
In your eternal flame
We are born
Reborn
Walls
Brick by brick I saw
The walls going up
I did nothing.
Slowly the light faded away
I did nothing.
Sights, sounds, emotions
Nothing.
Like an old shell which has been hurt
Once too often
I cast away my former self
Safe behind my walls.
I sit alone in my mind
The walls I once built to protect me
Now hold me in.
Trap me.
I am consumed by this place.
Yet still I yearn for something
Nothing.
A warm smile
Nothing.
And ear to listen
Faith?
A sweet embrace
Love?
Eyes that say nothing and everything all at once
Truth.
My eyes
Understanding.
Reading this again today, I can't help but think it shares a certain something with the Rainbow Redux one. Not sure what it is, but it's there.
The walls going up
I did nothing.
Slowly the light faded away
I did nothing.
Sights, sounds, emotions
Nothing.
Like an old shell which has been hurt
Once too often
I cast away my former self
Safe behind my walls.
I sit alone in my mind
The walls I once built to protect me
Now hold me in.
Trap me.
I am consumed by this place.
Yet still I yearn for something
Nothing.
A warm smile
Nothing.
And ear to listen
Faith?
A sweet embrace
Love?
Eyes that say nothing and everything all at once
Truth.
My eyes
Understanding.
Reading this again today, I can't help but think it shares a certain something with the Rainbow Redux one. Not sure what it is, but it's there.
Sunset - October 24, 1999
Slowly I make my way through the void
I am alone; my thoughts and fears
My only companions.
The doors of perception have all shut now
And the candles are melting away.
Feet are so tired
How long must I walk?
I have lost all direction
No longer sure which way is up.
This world is quiet, deathly still.
I try to speak
But am silenced by the night.
I scream
But there is no sound
Only blackness
Taking me in
Swallowing me whole.
My God! Can’t anybody hear me?
I long for the day
When I can once again
Behold the simple beauty
Of the setting sun.
Who will think I’m beautiful when I’m gone?
yes, there is a story behind this one, sort of. No, I will not get into it here. This was written for my Grandfather after he died. For only then did I realize how much he really meant to me.
I am alone; my thoughts and fears
My only companions.
The doors of perception have all shut now
And the candles are melting away.
Feet are so tired
How long must I walk?
I have lost all direction
No longer sure which way is up.
This world is quiet, deathly still.
I try to speak
But am silenced by the night.
I scream
But there is no sound
Only blackness
Taking me in
Swallowing me whole.
My God! Can’t anybody hear me?
I long for the day
When I can once again
Behold the simple beauty
Of the setting sun.
Who will think I’m beautiful when I’m gone?
yes, there is a story behind this one, sort of. No, I will not get into it here. This was written for my Grandfather after he died. For only then did I realize how much he really meant to me.
Icarus
After 15 years, I am still not sure what to make of this one, there are parts of it I really like (the first one and last 2 stanzas), but there are parts that I almost think ruin it (the whole middle) I kind of like the last bit by itself, as a standalone piece... Here it is in it's entirety, because if the "intended" audience reads this blog, I feel I owe it to her/them to say it all. Perhaps some day I will break it apart and make it better. But not now.
Flight of Icarus
Funny how time flies
Almost seems to waste away
When you’re “in love.”
It passes by
Like a bird in flight
But you don’t notice it
You’re too “involved.”
Everything she says
is true
Everything she does
is right
So why are you always wrong?
They say that love is blind
Yet it takes so much sight
So much thought.
I used to think that
Love was a sphere
Ever turning
Never ceasing to exist.
But now it feels more like
A triangle
Impossible to balance
And never seeming to roll
Only bounce and topple
In a depressing display
Of hopelessness.
Many people say they’re
“In love.”
But what is love?
Once it was Poetry
Flowers and Chivalry
It meant courting a girl
And respecting her…
For me it still is.
In today’s society
Love means having someone…
To talk with on the phone
For three hours
Complain to your friends about
Someone to fuck on the weekends
Bullshit!
When will you wake up?
Or maybe it is I
Who should wake up.
My path to a girl’s heart
Was through her open arms
No wonder I failed
Maybe I should stop
Take the road not taken
By me
The one upon which today’s youth
Speed by…
Those who believe that
The way to a girl’s heart
Is through her bruises
Emotional
Physical
Maybe that’s how I should do it
But I want
To know her
Not fuck her
Love her
Not lose her
I wanted to spend time with her
Not waste time on her
But I did
I wasted three years
Looking for love
A love that I couldn’t have
Big Surprise!
Funny how time flies
Almost seems to waste away
When you’re “in love.”
It passes by
Like a bird in flight
But you don’t notice it
Until it’s gone
What a fucking waste.
Flight of Icarus
Funny how time flies
Almost seems to waste away
When you’re “in love.”
It passes by
Like a bird in flight
But you don’t notice it
You’re too “involved.”
Everything she says
is true
Everything she does
is right
So why are you always wrong?
They say that love is blind
Yet it takes so much sight
So much thought.
I used to think that
Love was a sphere
Ever turning
Never ceasing to exist.
But now it feels more like
A triangle
Impossible to balance
And never seeming to roll
Only bounce and topple
In a depressing display
Of hopelessness.
Many people say they’re
“In love.”
But what is love?
Once it was Poetry
Flowers and Chivalry
It meant courting a girl
And respecting her…
For me it still is.
In today’s society
Love means having someone…
To talk with on the phone
For three hours
Complain to your friends about
Someone to fuck on the weekends
Bullshit!
When will you wake up?
Or maybe it is I
Who should wake up.
My path to a girl’s heart
Was through her open arms
No wonder I failed
Maybe I should stop
Take the road not taken
By me
The one upon which today’s youth
Speed by…
Those who believe that
The way to a girl’s heart
Is through her bruises
Emotional
Physical
Maybe that’s how I should do it
But I want
To know her
Not fuck her
Love her
Not lose her
I wanted to spend time with her
Not waste time on her
But I did
I wasted three years
Looking for love
A love that I couldn’t have
Big Surprise!
Funny how time flies
Almost seems to waste away
When you’re “in love.”
It passes by
Like a bird in flight
But you don’t notice it
Until it’s gone
What a fucking waste.
Awakening of a Dream & The Mortal Void
These two kind of go together, in that they were written very much about the same situation. If I had to pick a favorite among everything I have ever written, it would be these two. They pretty much say everything I needed to say at the time (and sometimes still do).
Awakening of a Dream
It grows slowly
Strikes suddenly and
Without warning
Following it is Pain
Betrayal
Denial
Frustration
Hopelessness…
Genuine
Preceding it is Comfort
Trust
Faith
Confidence
Hope…
Delusions
It enters your body
You welcome it
It sucks your life blood
Penetrating your mind
It controls you
Gives you the power to do anything
All the while
Tearing you apart
Eating you from the inside
You notice it
At last
Too late
You’re already dead
A slow painful death
Fed by love
Starved by confidence
Love…
You cannot have it
Confidence…
You don’t need it anyway
But you do
Still in sight
You grasp for it
Futile
So close
Yet so far
It eludes you
Maybe for the better
Maybe not
You turn your back on it
Good
Ignore it
Forget it
You can’t
It follows you
Envelopes your mind
Body
Soul
It feels warm
But it burns you
Vaporizes your blood
Hopes Dreams
The realization hits you
Hard
Unexpected
You’ve always wanted it
You can never have it
You notice it
At last
Too late
You’re already dead.
The Mortal Void
That which we cannot have
Tempts us
Taunts us
Makes us want it
We spend our lives
Trying for it
Not knowing why
Or even if we actually want it
But we do
We need it
It needs us.
Again it teases us
Comes ever closer
In a final effort
We grab for it
Success
It is ours
We have it
Want it
Need it
Or do we?
It becomes part of us
We let it
It comforts us
We savor it
Give ourselves to it
It dominates us
We submit our minds
Hearts
Souls
That’s what it wants
Complete submission
It destroys us
We don’t fight it
We can’t
It leaves us with nothing
No feelings
No confidence
No happiness
A total void
Life is a prison
And death shall be our release
We wish for it
It eludes us
That which we cannot have
Tempts us
Taunts us
We want it
Need it
But why?
Awakening of a Dream
It grows slowly
Strikes suddenly and
Without warning
Following it is Pain
Betrayal
Denial
Frustration
Hopelessness…
Genuine
Preceding it is Comfort
Trust
Faith
Confidence
Hope…
Delusions
It enters your body
You welcome it
It sucks your life blood
Penetrating your mind
It controls you
Gives you the power to do anything
All the while
Tearing you apart
Eating you from the inside
You notice it
At last
Too late
You’re already dead
A slow painful death
Fed by love
Starved by confidence
Love…
You cannot have it
Confidence…
You don’t need it anyway
But you do
Still in sight
You grasp for it
Futile
So close
Yet so far
It eludes you
Maybe for the better
Maybe not
You turn your back on it
Good
Ignore it
Forget it
You can’t
It follows you
Envelopes your mind
Body
Soul
It feels warm
But it burns you
Vaporizes your blood
Hopes Dreams
The realization hits you
Hard
Unexpected
You’ve always wanted it
You can never have it
You notice it
At last
Too late
You’re already dead.
The Mortal Void
That which we cannot have
Tempts us
Taunts us
Makes us want it
We spend our lives
Trying for it
Not knowing why
Or even if we actually want it
But we do
We need it
It needs us.
Again it teases us
Comes ever closer
In a final effort
We grab for it
Success
It is ours
We have it
Want it
Need it
Or do we?
It becomes part of us
We let it
It comforts us
We savor it
Give ourselves to it
It dominates us
We submit our minds
Hearts
Souls
That’s what it wants
Complete submission
It destroys us
We don’t fight it
We can’t
It leaves us with nothing
No feelings
No confidence
No happiness
A total void
Life is a prison
And death shall be our release
We wish for it
It eludes us
That which we cannot have
Tempts us
Taunts us
We want it
Need it
But why?
2000 Flushes
Pain
Mental
Physical
Emotional
It binds you
Holds you down
Digs ever deeper
Into your soul
You fight it
Push it away
Flush it down the
Toilet of life
The toilet of life
Flush out the crap
Let love wash it away
But even love can leave
Residue
You must wash it away
But how?
Tidy-Bowl
The blue sea of
Death
Mental
Physical
Emotional
It binds you
Holds you down
Digs ever deeper
Into your soul
You fight it
Push it away
Flush it down the
Toilet of life
The toilet of life
Flush out the crap
Let love wash it away
But even love can leave
Residue
You must wash it away
But how?
Tidy-Bowl
The blue sea of
Death
Flashes from the past
Part of the process I have used to try and get back into the swing of this writing thing was to go back and reread some of the things I wrote once upon a time. Some of it I like, some of it I don't. I have been sharing bits and pieces of them with a few friends lately, and I think I am finally ready to throw them up here. I wrote them for an audience of one... me. Yes, they were written "for" a specific person (or 2 people in some cases), but not with the intention that they would read them. As a matter of fact, I'm not sure they have ever read any of these poems before now (assuming they ARE reading them now - yes, I still kind of talk to them - no I won't tell you who they are.) I present them here in no specific order, except to say that most of them were written during the same 2-3 week span. They have been described to me as a visceral gut punch. I like that. It perfectly gets to what I was feeling when I wrote them, and how I feel now every time I read them.
Sharing these is the closest I will come to sticking my tongue to a cold flagpole.
Sharing these is the closest I will come to sticking my tongue to a cold flagpole.
I've been thinking a lot lately about how many blog posts seem to start with the phrase, "I've been thinking a lot lately about..." That being said, I've been thinking a lot lately about friends and friendship in general. Not in a negative way, not necessarily in a positive way either. More like, in a round-about, looping, perhaps even existential way. I suppose if I were to narrow it down to one main question that I've been thinking about, it'd be "what is a friend?" If I don't narrow it down, it'd be, what is a friend, what is an acquaintance? Where is the line in the sand that separates the two, and how does one cross that line without kicking sand in everyone's face? It's a lot of questions, I know, being one who's done my fair share of kicking, and had more than my fair share of sand kicked in my face, I can't help but ask them. And this is by no means a one way street! It seems just as easy to go from friend to acquaintance (or worse, to become no longer a part of someone's life - the phrase "dead to me" ring a bell?) as it is to go from casual acquaintance to close friend. So how does it happen? Is there one thing that a person can do or learn about you that qualifies them as a friend? At what point does that transition happen?
I said before that I've had a good deal of sand kicked in my face as I was thrust over that line one way or the other. Anyone who's ever been to the beach knows how much that stings. I've been a friend, I've been an acquaintance, I've been cut from lives, sometimes I've crossed back over the line, sometimes I haven't. And each time, I can't help but wonder what it was that caused that transition. Over the years, I have had a good number of friends, and a number of good friends. I am not one to make friends easily, but when I do, I tend to open up pretty quickly and fully. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and lately, it's been a short sleeve shirt.
Funny thing about friends. They come and go. Sometimes, they come back. And I'm finding that often people who I once considered friends (and good ones at that) seem to now be casual accquaintances. And more surprisingly, people who I would have considered acquaintances, or even friends with whom there was not a big connection (at the time) are turning into people who I value deeply now that I've had a chance to be re-introduced to them as adults. We've all been asked many times "if you could go back to X (usually high school) and do it over again, would you?" Most of the people I've talked to would say no. Or more specifically, a resounding and emphatic, "HELL NO!" I'm in the other boat though. I would go back. If only to try to strengthen some of the friendships I had back then, and to help the people who I now realize could have used an extra shoulder to cry on, or just an understanding ear. For me, once a friend always a friend. Well, there are a few cases where that is not true, but for the most part... I will always be a friend to them if they need me to be.
OK! ENOUGH! I have been working on and off on this one for a couple of days now, and I'm not happy with it. I am still going to put it up, because it DOES express where some of my thoughts have been. On the other hand, I am no longer in the groove of that train of thought. If people want me to be a part of their lives, or want to be a part of mine, I will greet them with open arms. If they don't? That's their choice to make. But I will always be here for any of them that change their minds.
This post stinks, but here it is. I could refine my thoughts more and undoubtedly make them much more eloquent, but frankly, I am done thinking about this.
I said before that I've had a good deal of sand kicked in my face as I was thrust over that line one way or the other. Anyone who's ever been to the beach knows how much that stings. I've been a friend, I've been an acquaintance, I've been cut from lives, sometimes I've crossed back over the line, sometimes I haven't. And each time, I can't help but wonder what it was that caused that transition. Over the years, I have had a good number of friends, and a number of good friends. I am not one to make friends easily, but when I do, I tend to open up pretty quickly and fully. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and lately, it's been a short sleeve shirt.
Funny thing about friends. They come and go. Sometimes, they come back. And I'm finding that often people who I once considered friends (and good ones at that) seem to now be casual accquaintances. And more surprisingly, people who I would have considered acquaintances, or even friends with whom there was not a big connection (at the time) are turning into people who I value deeply now that I've had a chance to be re-introduced to them as adults. We've all been asked many times "if you could go back to X (usually high school) and do it over again, would you?" Most of the people I've talked to would say no. Or more specifically, a resounding and emphatic, "HELL NO!" I'm in the other boat though. I would go back. If only to try to strengthen some of the friendships I had back then, and to help the people who I now realize could have used an extra shoulder to cry on, or just an understanding ear. For me, once a friend always a friend. Well, there are a few cases where that is not true, but for the most part... I will always be a friend to them if they need me to be.
OK! ENOUGH! I have been working on and off on this one for a couple of days now, and I'm not happy with it. I am still going to put it up, because it DOES express where some of my thoughts have been. On the other hand, I am no longer in the groove of that train of thought. If people want me to be a part of their lives, or want to be a part of mine, I will greet them with open arms. If they don't? That's their choice to make. But I will always be here for any of them that change their minds.
This post stinks, but here it is. I could refine my thoughts more and undoubtedly make them much more eloquent, but frankly, I am done thinking about this.
Rainbow Redux
ok, so for the past week or so, I've had a line bouncing around in my head. I'm not sure where it came from, and I don't know what it means, but I wanted to do something with it. More accurately, IT wanted me to do something with it. The other day I finally sat down and let it do it's thing. I liked the first version, but then I went back (on a friend's advice) and took another look at it. I'm not sure yet, but I think I like this second version better. By the way, that line? The one that insisted I write it down and let it go? It is the last line here. I hope at some point to use it again, maybe as an opening line to another piece, just to see what would happen.
Untitled
I force myself to blink
away the tears
to shut out the world
to sleep
to dream
to stop dreaming
I see
nothing but darkness
where am I?
who am I?
I rub my eyes
to clear my vision
to make sure I am awake
alive
a light
a glimmer of hope
warm, comforting
yet somehow disorienting
out of place
I close my eyes again
praying that when I open them
I will see nothing
scared to see nothing
Still there
farther away, yet somehow closer
moving, bending
that light
warming me
taunting me
as I take my first uneasy step
toward the light
I wonder -
what is at the end
of a rainbow in the night?
One of the people I sent the first "draft" to asked what it meant, and if it meant I was scared... to be honest, when I sat down to write it, it wasn't about anything more than that one line. It had no meaning. At least not that I intended at the time.
I guess if I were to place a meaning on it now, it would be about what I went through the past few months. I closed my eyes to shut out the world, and tried as hard as I could to shut down my brain and stop thinking about things, cause the more I thought about them the more they hurt. Then the flip side of that is that I didn't want it to stop hurting. If it didn't hurt, would that mean I didn't care anymore? If it didn't hurt, how would I know that I could still feel? That I was still "alive?" so yeah, in that sense I guess it's about fear. Fear of losing touch with myself.
Then the light would be the end of the tunnel. Be it death, redemption, hope, finally getting over it and moving on, whatever... So the rainbow in the night perhaps is all the wonderful things that came from that experience. Changing branches, reconnecting with some old friends, making some new ones... I can chase the end of the rainbow, but will I ever catch it? Do I want to ever catch it? I am getting over things and moving on, but at what cost? What is at the end of a rainbow in the night? Or am I better off not knowing.
Untitled
I force myself to blink
away the tears
to shut out the world
to sleep
to dream
to stop dreaming
I see
nothing but darkness
where am I?
who am I?
I rub my eyes
to clear my vision
to make sure I am awake
alive
a light
a glimmer of hope
warm, comforting
yet somehow disorienting
out of place
I close my eyes again
praying that when I open them
I will see nothing
scared to see nothing
Still there
farther away, yet somehow closer
moving, bending
that light
warming me
taunting me
as I take my first uneasy step
toward the light
I wonder -
what is at the end
of a rainbow in the night?
One of the people I sent the first "draft" to asked what it meant, and if it meant I was scared... to be honest, when I sat down to write it, it wasn't about anything more than that one line. It had no meaning. At least not that I intended at the time.
I guess if I were to place a meaning on it now, it would be about what I went through the past few months. I closed my eyes to shut out the world, and tried as hard as I could to shut down my brain and stop thinking about things, cause the more I thought about them the more they hurt. Then the flip side of that is that I didn't want it to stop hurting. If it didn't hurt, would that mean I didn't care anymore? If it didn't hurt, how would I know that I could still feel? That I was still "alive?" so yeah, in that sense I guess it's about fear. Fear of losing touch with myself.
Then the light would be the end of the tunnel. Be it death, redemption, hope, finally getting over it and moving on, whatever... So the rainbow in the night perhaps is all the wonderful things that came from that experience. Changing branches, reconnecting with some old friends, making some new ones... I can chase the end of the rainbow, but will I ever catch it? Do I want to ever catch it? I am getting over things and moving on, but at what cost? What is at the end of a rainbow in the night? Or am I better off not knowing.
Some more Snapshots....
“The great accomplishments of man have resulted from the transmission of ideas and enthusiasm.”
(Thomas J. Watson, Sr., former president of IBM, who was born on this day in 1874)
and the great accomplishments of woman have resulted from the need to fix what the man has tried to do!
(who says I'm not a feminist? oh yeah, I do!)
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“A man is not paid for having a head and hands, but for using them.”
(Elbert Hubbard, writer)
unless you're Pee Wee Herman or George Michael, then he's arrested for using his hands on his head.
A man is not paid for having a head and hands, cause if he had no head he wouldn't be alive. If he had no hands though, THAT he might get paid for. He'd certainly get laughed at, then he'd sue for defamation of character, then he'd get paid.
You know what else a man can get for using a head and hands? Arrested. Particularly if he's trying to break down a door and he uses his hands and someone else's head to bust a hole in it.
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“The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”
(Nelson Mandela, first President of South Africa)
an even better glory would be in falling, but never actually landing. Or for those of you "in the know," falling, but distracting yourself a split second before you hit the ground.
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“You can destroy your now by worrying about tomorrow.”
(Janis Joplin, musician)
You can also destroy your now by stepping in front of a wrecking ball.
Or in Janis' case, with a bottle of Southern Comfort.
And speaking of Janis, maybe if she'd done a little more worrying about her tomorrow, she would have had one. I'm just sayin....
(Thomas J. Watson, Sr., former president of IBM, who was born on this day in 1874)
and the great accomplishments of woman have resulted from the need to fix what the man has tried to do!
(who says I'm not a feminist? oh yeah, I do!)
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“A man is not paid for having a head and hands, but for using them.”
(Elbert Hubbard, writer)
unless you're Pee Wee Herman or George Michael, then he's arrested for using his hands on his head.
A man is not paid for having a head and hands, cause if he had no head he wouldn't be alive. If he had no hands though, THAT he might get paid for. He'd certainly get laughed at, then he'd sue for defamation of character, then he'd get paid.
You know what else a man can get for using a head and hands? Arrested. Particularly if he's trying to break down a door and he uses his hands and someone else's head to bust a hole in it.
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“The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”
(Nelson Mandela, first President of South Africa)
an even better glory would be in falling, but never actually landing. Or for those of you "in the know," falling, but distracting yourself a split second before you hit the ground.
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“You can destroy your now by worrying about tomorrow.”
(Janis Joplin, musician)
You can also destroy your now by stepping in front of a wrecking ball.
Or in Janis' case, with a bottle of Southern Comfort.
And speaking of Janis, maybe if she'd done a little more worrying about her tomorrow, she would have had one. I'm just sayin....
Feb 14, 2009
Happy Valentine's day
“Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.”
(Alexander Smith, poet)
No. Love is the discovery in others of that which we are missing in ourselves, and the appreciation and delight in the recognition thereof. We love others not despite what they themselves might be missing, but because of those things, and how we are able to fill that part of them the way they fulfill us. For we cannot love until we know ourselves, both what we are and what we are not.
(Alexander Smith, poet)
No. Love is the discovery in others of that which we are missing in ourselves, and the appreciation and delight in the recognition thereof. We love others not despite what they themselves might be missing, but because of those things, and how we are able to fill that part of them the way they fulfill us. For we cannot love until we know ourselves, both what we are and what we are not.
Happy birthday Abe!
“Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm.”
(16th U.S. President Abraham Lincoln)
And if you're not sure whether or not your feet are in the right place, first try putting you left foot in. If that doesn't work, take your left foot out, then put your left foot back in, and shake it all about.
Seriously though, how funny is the image of old Abe Lincoln doing the Hokey Pokey?
"Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in in Liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men do the Hokey Pokey and turn themselves about. Because that my fellow Americans, is what it's all about!"
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(16th U.S. President Abraham Lincoln)
And if you're not sure whether or not your feet are in the right place, first try putting you left foot in. If that doesn't work, take your left foot out, then put your left foot back in, and shake it all about.
Seriously though, how funny is the image of old Abe Lincoln doing the Hokey Pokey?
"Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in in Liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men do the Hokey Pokey and turn themselves about. Because that my fellow Americans, is what it's all about!"
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SNAPSHOTS (the beginning)
ok, so at work we get regular e-mail newsletter kind of things called Sovereign Snapshots which all start off with a quote. Usually inspirational or motivational. Well, one morning, I read the quote, and as is my nature, made a snarky, sarcastic comment about it. Thus was born my Snapshots thought for the day. I take the quote and add my own addition or commentary to it.
here are a few of my Snapshots Thoughts of the Day:
“It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up.”
(Babe Ruth, legendary baseball player)
unless you have a baseball bat. then it's easy.
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“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.”
(Mark Twain, author)
Of course, when a small person tries to belittle your ambitions, they are really just trying to bring them down to a level where they might be able to actually reach them. Cause being small, it's hard to reach ambitions that for the rest of us are easily within reach. Unless they have a step stool or something, but how practical is that? We really expect them to carry a stool around everywhere just to reach "averaged" height ambitions? How fair is THAT??
And maybe it's just me, but the really great people make me feel totally inadequate. The sort of great people make me feel like maybe I could be great, and the terrible people make me feel like I'm already great. But the really great, well, they make me feel like I need to carry a step-stool around.
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“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”
(Nelson Mandela, first President of South Africa)
ok, not much I can say about this one. It's actually a pretty good quote. Then again, I don't think conquering the fear is what makes one brave. I think the bravery is in ATTEMPTING to conquer the fear, despite being afraid. Because one can fail to conquer the fear and yet still be brave. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid (that is the stupid man, or the man who has had too much to drink and/or smoke), and not the man who conquers the fear (that is the strong man, the wise man, the powerful man, the lucky(?) man). No, the brave man is he who feels great fear yet decides on his own accord to tackle it and try to triumph over it. Thus courage is the recognition of one's fear and the audacity to meet it head on in spite of itself.
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“We can throw stones, complain about them, stumble on them, climb over them, or build with them.”
(William Arthur Ward, author)
Or we can throw stones at the people who complain about stones, so that they have something to complain about. Then when they try to attack us, they'll stumble on the stones we threw at them. And we can build something that they will have to try to climb, at which point we can throw more stones from our new higher vantage point. Then they'll complain again, and we'll just laugh and throw more stones.
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“Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.”
(Dale Carnegie, author)
And Power is making the people want what you have, giving them just enough to make them want more, then taking it all away.
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“Nothing is an obstacle unless you say it is.”
(Wally Amos, businessman and founder of Famous Amos cookies)
Then again, you can't very well overcome an obstacle unless you recognize it as one. Otherwise, you're not really doing anything special, are you?
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“Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the whole staircase.”
(Martin Luther King, Jr.
Also, a good way to break your neck is taking more than the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase.
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“I trust that everything happens for a reason, even when we’re not wise enough to see it.”
(Oprah Winfrey)
See, this is a very smart quote, because if you're not wise enough to see the reason, so most likely aren't smart enough to know if whatever reason people tell you is behind it is true or not. Oprah saying this is kind of like a weatherman saying that it will be partly cloudy with a chance of showers. See, you expect clouds and rain, and when there aren't any, you're pleasantly surprised and say that the weatherman doesn't know what he was talking about. But did he say there WOULD be rain? No, just that there was a chance of rain. Is Oprah saying that everything does in fact happen for a reason? No, she's just saying that she believes they do, and that anyone who doesn't feel that way, well, they just aren't as wise as she is. This is also kind of like people saying that everything that happens is "God's will" and "His plan." And when something happens that is not easily explained, well, then "God works in mysterious ways." It's like the ultimate political CYA!
Everything happens for a reason. If you can't see the reason, it's not cause there isn't one, it's just that you're too stupid to see it. Very Oprah, very Oprah indeed.
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“There is nothing wrong with change, if it is in the right direction.”
(Winston Churchill, former British prime minister)
Unless you're in an old west movie and the bad guy (or good guy, depending on who you are) loads his shotgun with dimes... then there's a whole lot wrong with change, regardless of which direction it is in.
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“The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today.”
(H. Jackson Brown, Jr., author)
Actually Mr Brown, I'd have to argue that the best preparation for tomorrow is surviving today. Cause if you aren't alive to see tomorrow, it doesn't much matter whether or not you did your best today. And what ever happened to the idea of tomorrow being a brand new day and starting all over again? If your tomorrow is based your performance today, then it isn't really a NEW day is it? It's just a continuation of today. And if you don't do well today, or have an off day, well, then there's always tomorrow right? Right Mr Brown? Perhaps in some contexts (school, etc), today's performance does impact one's preparedness for tomorrow, but again, don't survive today and no amount of preparation will help you tomorrow.
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“Think not of yourself as the architect of your career but as the sculptor. Expect to do a lot of hard hammering and chiseling and scraping and polishing.”
(B.C. Forbes, founder of Forbes magazine)
and then expect your hard work to not be appreciated until after you are dead.
And isn't it good to know that B.C Forbes of Forbes magazine is telling you that your career choice is in fact set in stone once you begin?
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“It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it’s the pebble in your shoe.”
(Muhammad Ali, boxer)
No, I think it really is the mountains. Or at least the trails up them. Personally, I would not get worn out having a pebble in my shoe if I were sitting at the bar watching someone ELSE trudge up the mountain, I'd actually feel pretty darn good about myself!
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“If we all did the things we were capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.”
(Thomas Edison, inventor and businessman who was born on this day in 1847)
If we all did all the things we were capable of, and were used to doing all the things we were capable of, why would we be astounded? What is so astounding about doing something we know we can do to begin with? Now, if we all did things we were in no way capable of... THAT would be astounding!
here are a few of my Snapshots Thoughts of the Day:
“It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up.”
(Babe Ruth, legendary baseball player)
unless you have a baseball bat. then it's easy.
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“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.”
(Mark Twain, author)
Of course, when a small person tries to belittle your ambitions, they are really just trying to bring them down to a level where they might be able to actually reach them. Cause being small, it's hard to reach ambitions that for the rest of us are easily within reach. Unless they have a step stool or something, but how practical is that? We really expect them to carry a stool around everywhere just to reach "averaged" height ambitions? How fair is THAT??
And maybe it's just me, but the really great people make me feel totally inadequate. The sort of great people make me feel like maybe I could be great, and the terrible people make me feel like I'm already great. But the really great, well, they make me feel like I need to carry a step-stool around.
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“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”
(Nelson Mandela, first President of South Africa)
ok, not much I can say about this one. It's actually a pretty good quote. Then again, I don't think conquering the fear is what makes one brave. I think the bravery is in ATTEMPTING to conquer the fear, despite being afraid. Because one can fail to conquer the fear and yet still be brave. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid (that is the stupid man, or the man who has had too much to drink and/or smoke), and not the man who conquers the fear (that is the strong man, the wise man, the powerful man, the lucky(?) man). No, the brave man is he who feels great fear yet decides on his own accord to tackle it and try to triumph over it. Thus courage is the recognition of one's fear and the audacity to meet it head on in spite of itself.
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“We can throw stones, complain about them, stumble on them, climb over them, or build with them.”
(William Arthur Ward, author)
Or we can throw stones at the people who complain about stones, so that they have something to complain about. Then when they try to attack us, they'll stumble on the stones we threw at them. And we can build something that they will have to try to climb, at which point we can throw more stones from our new higher vantage point. Then they'll complain again, and we'll just laugh and throw more stones.
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“Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.”
(Dale Carnegie, author)
And Power is making the people want what you have, giving them just enough to make them want more, then taking it all away.
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“Nothing is an obstacle unless you say it is.”
(Wally Amos, businessman and founder of Famous Amos cookies)
Then again, you can't very well overcome an obstacle unless you recognize it as one. Otherwise, you're not really doing anything special, are you?
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“Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the whole staircase.”
(Martin Luther King, Jr.
Also, a good way to break your neck is taking more than the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase.
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“I trust that everything happens for a reason, even when we’re not wise enough to see it.”
(Oprah Winfrey)
See, this is a very smart quote, because if you're not wise enough to see the reason, so most likely aren't smart enough to know if whatever reason people tell you is behind it is true or not. Oprah saying this is kind of like a weatherman saying that it will be partly cloudy with a chance of showers. See, you expect clouds and rain, and when there aren't any, you're pleasantly surprised and say that the weatherman doesn't know what he was talking about. But did he say there WOULD be rain? No, just that there was a chance of rain. Is Oprah saying that everything does in fact happen for a reason? No, she's just saying that she believes they do, and that anyone who doesn't feel that way, well, they just aren't as wise as she is. This is also kind of like people saying that everything that happens is "God's will" and "His plan." And when something happens that is not easily explained, well, then "God works in mysterious ways." It's like the ultimate political CYA!
Everything happens for a reason. If you can't see the reason, it's not cause there isn't one, it's just that you're too stupid to see it. Very Oprah, very Oprah indeed.
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“There is nothing wrong with change, if it is in the right direction.”
(Winston Churchill, former British prime minister)
Unless you're in an old west movie and the bad guy (or good guy, depending on who you are) loads his shotgun with dimes... then there's a whole lot wrong with change, regardless of which direction it is in.
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“The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today.”
(H. Jackson Brown, Jr., author)
Actually Mr Brown, I'd have to argue that the best preparation for tomorrow is surviving today. Cause if you aren't alive to see tomorrow, it doesn't much matter whether or not you did your best today. And what ever happened to the idea of tomorrow being a brand new day and starting all over again? If your tomorrow is based your performance today, then it isn't really a NEW day is it? It's just a continuation of today. And if you don't do well today, or have an off day, well, then there's always tomorrow right? Right Mr Brown? Perhaps in some contexts (school, etc), today's performance does impact one's preparedness for tomorrow, but again, don't survive today and no amount of preparation will help you tomorrow.
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“Think not of yourself as the architect of your career but as the sculptor. Expect to do a lot of hard hammering and chiseling and scraping and polishing.”
(B.C. Forbes, founder of Forbes magazine)
and then expect your hard work to not be appreciated until after you are dead.
And isn't it good to know that B.C Forbes of Forbes magazine is telling you that your career choice is in fact set in stone once you begin?
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“It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it’s the pebble in your shoe.”
(Muhammad Ali, boxer)
No, I think it really is the mountains. Or at least the trails up them. Personally, I would not get worn out having a pebble in my shoe if I were sitting at the bar watching someone ELSE trudge up the mountain, I'd actually feel pretty darn good about myself!
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“If we all did the things we were capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.”
(Thomas Edison, inventor and businessman who was born on this day in 1847)
If we all did all the things we were capable of, and were used to doing all the things we were capable of, why would we be astounded? What is so astounding about doing something we know we can do to begin with? Now, if we all did things we were in no way capable of... THAT would be astounding!
warning....
So I feel it is time to offer you a disclaimer before I really get going with this thing. I am not an eloquent writer. I am certainly not a talented writer in the “I should write a book” sense. Some of you are, and I wish I could say things half as well as you, but then I wouldn’t be me would I?
There was a time when I did a fair amount of writing. It wasn’t a good time for me, and I’m not sure the writing is any good either, but in re-reading it now, I think it still captures who I was then (and to a large extent still am – despite Alice’s observation in part 1) and what I was going through at the time(s) I wrote them. I am going to put some of that stuff on here for a few reasons. One: Because I have told some of you (if those of you I told this to are actually reading this, otherwise nevermind) that I would let you read it. One-A: Because I made someone a promise many years ago. A very good friend gave me a journal to write things in with the promise that when it was full, I would give it back to her. I don’t think I will ever actually fill it (and considering most of my writing is done when I’m trolling the depths of my soul, that’s a good thing), and I’m not sure that she’d want it anymore even if I could fill it. But that book saved me back then. I have never been good at expressing my feelings except in writing, be it poetry, letters, emails, etc… Having that place to put those feelings, and knowing that no one could judge me for them unless I wanted them to, was precisely what I needed.
Two: It might help get the creative juices flowing to sit down and rehash and re-type some of that old stuff.
Three: You cannot truly know who I am without knowing who I was. As much as I would like to go back and change the things that caused me to write them, those “experiences” made me who I am. There is of course more to it than that, and maybe someday I will get around to discussing some of those things in more depth, but for now let’s just say that while I do not wish to GO back to yesterday, I do wish to LOOK back to yesterday and learn from yesterday in order to ensure that I will be here for tomorrow. And more importantly, to make sure that the me of today and the me of tomorrow are people I’d be proud of and would want to introduce you to. Many of you knew the Brandt of yesterday, some of you even knew the Brandt of day before yesterday, and yes, I was a different person then, but for better or for worse, I am still me.
Disclaimer #2. There’s one thing I like as much as I like quotes… tangents. And bad puns. Ok, two, there are two things I like as much as quotes, tangents and bad puns. And metaphors. Three! There are three things I like as much as quotes, tangents, bad puns, and metaphors, often cheesy, obscure, over-used, at times impossible to follow metaphors. And derailed trains of thought.
There was a time when I did a fair amount of writing. It wasn’t a good time for me, and I’m not sure the writing is any good either, but in re-reading it now, I think it still captures who I was then (and to a large extent still am – despite Alice’s observation in part 1) and what I was going through at the time(s) I wrote them. I am going to put some of that stuff on here for a few reasons. One: Because I have told some of you (if those of you I told this to are actually reading this, otherwise nevermind) that I would let you read it. One-A: Because I made someone a promise many years ago. A very good friend gave me a journal to write things in with the promise that when it was full, I would give it back to her. I don’t think I will ever actually fill it (and considering most of my writing is done when I’m trolling the depths of my soul, that’s a good thing), and I’m not sure that she’d want it anymore even if I could fill it. But that book saved me back then. I have never been good at expressing my feelings except in writing, be it poetry, letters, emails, etc… Having that place to put those feelings, and knowing that no one could judge me for them unless I wanted them to, was precisely what I needed.
Two: It might help get the creative juices flowing to sit down and rehash and re-type some of that old stuff.
Three: You cannot truly know who I am without knowing who I was. As much as I would like to go back and change the things that caused me to write them, those “experiences” made me who I am. There is of course more to it than that, and maybe someday I will get around to discussing some of those things in more depth, but for now let’s just say that while I do not wish to GO back to yesterday, I do wish to LOOK back to yesterday and learn from yesterday in order to ensure that I will be here for tomorrow. And more importantly, to make sure that the me of today and the me of tomorrow are people I’d be proud of and would want to introduce you to. Many of you knew the Brandt of yesterday, some of you even knew the Brandt of day before yesterday, and yes, I was a different person then, but for better or for worse, I am still me.
Disclaimer #2. There’s one thing I like as much as I like quotes… tangents. And bad puns. Ok, two, there are two things I like as much as quotes, tangents and bad puns. And metaphors. Three! There are three things I like as much as quotes, tangents, bad puns, and metaphors, often cheesy, obscure, over-used, at times impossible to follow metaphors. And derailed trains of thought.
I'm just sayin....
If you know me, and/or if you stick with me long enough in this thing, you will know that I like quotes. I really like quotes. A large portion of this blog (and hopefully an ongoing one, unless you tell me otherwise) will be quotes and my reactions (serious and not) to them. We get a daily newsletter via email at work, and each one starts off with an inspirational or motivational saying of some kind. I have taken to adding my two cents worth and forwarding it along to some of my friends. I want to make them a part of this blog because, well, it’s my forum and I can say anything I want, so there! If they are not successful, and do not get any feedback, I will stop posting them, and rest assured, I will most likely not put all of them on here anyways, cause frankly, not all of them are that interesting or worthy of comment/ridicule.
Speaking of quotes. A few months ago, when I really needed them, I stumbled upon what have become two of my favorites. The first is from Dr Seuss of all places, and has made me want to go back and re-read all of his books as an adult to see what other gems of wisdom might be hiding in those pages.
The second is from Alice in Wonderland, and pretty much sums up what I’ve been working very hard to do for the past 15 years, and will continue to do every day from now on. Again, many of you have heard me say these over and over, and I apologize. No wait, I DON’T apologize! I am tired of apologizing for who I am and the way I say and do things. They are good thoughts, and I am pretty sure I am not the only one here to whom they speak. So, without further ado…..
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”
- Dr Seuss
“But it’s no use going back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”
-Lewis Carroll
And now, because I do like quotes oh so much, here’s one more for the road: “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.” -Dr Seuss (see, told you he was full of insight!)
Speaking of quotes. A few months ago, when I really needed them, I stumbled upon what have become two of my favorites. The first is from Dr Seuss of all places, and has made me want to go back and re-read all of his books as an adult to see what other gems of wisdom might be hiding in those pages.
The second is from Alice in Wonderland, and pretty much sums up what I’ve been working very hard to do for the past 15 years, and will continue to do every day from now on. Again, many of you have heard me say these over and over, and I apologize. No wait, I DON’T apologize! I am tired of apologizing for who I am and the way I say and do things. They are good thoughts, and I am pretty sure I am not the only one here to whom they speak. So, without further ado…..
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”
- Dr Seuss
“But it’s no use going back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”
-Lewis Carroll
And now, because I do like quotes oh so much, here’s one more for the road: “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.” -Dr Seuss (see, told you he was full of insight!)
Brain? What are you doing Brain?
So I’m sitting here at my table with a glass of scotch and a warm laptop trying to start this, my blog. Not because I feel I have anything important to say, or at least not anything important enough to make you read. I am doing this on a dare. A double dog dare in fact. Sort of an “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” kind of thing. So here I am, dutifully typing away lest it become the dreaded triple dog dare, which invariably leads to having your tongue stuck to a cold flagpole.
I can’t help but feel like maybe that’s exactly what this process of blogging is all about, daring yourself to lick the pole and see what sticks. For when we lay ourselves out like this post our thoughts and feelings, it really is like having our tongues frozen to a flagpole. The warmest and softest parts of ourselves exposed for all to see, leaving us vulnerable to a good swift kick in the ass or two. Not that we don’t all need that now and then, but it hurts nevertheless. And what’s worse than getting kicked and sucker-punched when you can’t fight back? Having everyone laugh at you simply because you dared to try. You dared to be brave, to do what so many others wouldn’t. Or couldn’t. And yet there you are, the laughing stock of the schoolyard.
Fortunately for me, I grew up in Southern California where it never got cold enough to get your tongue stuck to the flagpoles. So with that small comfort in the back of my mind, I am taking the dare, walking up to the flagpole and sticking out my tongue. Laugh if you want to, cheer if you want to, follow me if you dare. It’s a small act, but a huge leap of faith. I can’t promise it will be fun, and I can’t promise it will always be safe, but I CAN promise it will be a wild ride, and if you are willing to join me, strap in and crank the radio, cause here we go….
I can’t help but feel like maybe that’s exactly what this process of blogging is all about, daring yourself to lick the pole and see what sticks. For when we lay ourselves out like this post our thoughts and feelings, it really is like having our tongues frozen to a flagpole. The warmest and softest parts of ourselves exposed for all to see, leaving us vulnerable to a good swift kick in the ass or two. Not that we don’t all need that now and then, but it hurts nevertheless. And what’s worse than getting kicked and sucker-punched when you can’t fight back? Having everyone laugh at you simply because you dared to try. You dared to be brave, to do what so many others wouldn’t. Or couldn’t. And yet there you are, the laughing stock of the schoolyard.
Fortunately for me, I grew up in Southern California where it never got cold enough to get your tongue stuck to the flagpoles. So with that small comfort in the back of my mind, I am taking the dare, walking up to the flagpole and sticking out my tongue. Laugh if you want to, cheer if you want to, follow me if you dare. It’s a small act, but a huge leap of faith. I can’t promise it will be fun, and I can’t promise it will always be safe, but I CAN promise it will be a wild ride, and if you are willing to join me, strap in and crank the radio, cause here we go….
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