I'll say these things about last week:
01) Officially saying "cheers" to a new Commander-In-Chief last week was a true highlight. I was lucky to catch all of the festivities from a television screen in Keller, TX.
02) "Heart Cooks Brain." Never underestimate the power of the jukebox. Ever. Thank you to Malone's...
03) People will surprise you everyday if you let them. I'm thinking of a chance encounter with at least 2 people I shared a Sammy Smith Pale with at...
04) Don't use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved.
05) Rocky Balboa. Had no idea that he can be a steady topic of conversation for 3 straight hours. I find this absolutely thrilling...
06) Henry Mejia, 1978 - 1991, RIP, "Rain down on he."
07) Spending time with a true "pal" that I have known since I was 15 years old was solid and it proved, again, how important friendship can be when adolesence retires from the mirror.
08) Building an outdoor kitchen in 37 degree weather can be therapuetic only if you have the right gloves on hand.
09) Everything tastes better in Benbrook, TX.
10) Never lose patience with your pets... Always make time for them. Consider what they see in you.
11) Nine thousand, nine hundred and eighty-two. Such a long way to go, it seems.
12) On Friday night, the sky looked like we were underneath Cloud City right out of Empire... So very true. "Peachy" & perfect.
13) To this day, I'm not much for "to-go" ketchup.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
8...
At this very moment, I am thinking of a number. Eight (8). Not really sure why... The weekend is upon us and on Monday we're observing MLK Jr. Day. Speaking of which, listen to "MLK" by U2 on Monday. It's the one song that I would hum to myself as a way of giving myself good luck before most events or excursions. Not sure why, but I sing it now... but only to myself (when no one is looking). I can't even remember the last time I "hummed."
This is an odd transition, but I have a question. What in the world happened to all of the arcades? The real ones. The ones that had video games that didn't require more than a quarter or two... I remember a time where quarters lived their lives (and realized their true calling) in the dark rooms of The Gold Mine and Spaceport. Are the minds of gamers today so advanced and arrogant that "Defender" and "Commando" and "Tempest" are any less fun and challenging than they were 20+ years ago? Why did they have to disappear? Like the dinosaurs, the majestic table top "Galaga" console and upright "Centipede" withered away and are now fossils hidden underneath Game Stops and Best Buys. Where am I going with this? Uncertain at the moment... It was just a question.
It's chilly, if not very, very cold outside. This, I like... I respect. I appreciate the weather. Looking outside my window, the sun is smiling... Shining bright, actually. Through the tree branches, through the blinds in the window, on my shoulder... It's a nice way to wrap up a Friday afternoon. I just know that the birds are happy.
Not that any of this is remotely relevant to anyone who would stop to read this, but I would pit "Tempest" against "Gears of War" any day of the week.
- simple mind
This is an odd transition, but I have a question. What in the world happened to all of the arcades? The real ones. The ones that had video games that didn't require more than a quarter or two... I remember a time where quarters lived their lives (and realized their true calling) in the dark rooms of The Gold Mine and Spaceport. Are the minds of gamers today so advanced and arrogant that "Defender" and "Commando" and "Tempest" are any less fun and challenging than they were 20+ years ago? Why did they have to disappear? Like the dinosaurs, the majestic table top "Galaga" console and upright "Centipede" withered away and are now fossils hidden underneath Game Stops and Best Buys. Where am I going with this? Uncertain at the moment... It was just a question.
It's chilly, if not very, very cold outside. This, I like... I respect. I appreciate the weather. Looking outside my window, the sun is smiling... Shining bright, actually. Through the tree branches, through the blinds in the window, on my shoulder... It's a nice way to wrap up a Friday afternoon. I just know that the birds are happy.
Not that any of this is remotely relevant to anyone who would stop to read this, but I would pit "Tempest" against "Gears of War" any day of the week.
- simple mind
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Third & probably final post of the day. For...
Looking at my last two posts, I am feeling a bit straddled about who I was in 1993. I came across those two 'whateveryouwanttocallthem' pieces as I was looking for my official college transcript. Kind of a weird thing to search for on a Wednesday night, I know, but I just had to look at it and remember why I earned a "D" in Criminal Justice - Victimology in the Spring of 1995. I suppose these kinds of things may or may not keep people up at night. I slept in peace.
Staying on a course of going back in time, I am really going to go back in time to a real journal entry I made on May 1st, 1989, during my second year of a 4 year high school tour. One day after my birthday. Exactly as it was written. Somehow, I am not embarrassed...
5-1-89
Dear Journal,
I really don't have a favorite T.V. show. Let's see, I like Tom and Jerry cartoons. They rule! They make me find the way of life and why we live. Cartoons relax me. "Tom and Jerry." That's my ticket and I love it. Tom helps me think of why we are always worrying about tiny issues and Jerry makes me think of my younger years and how good it is to be young. Together, as a team, they make me feel good and secure. My outlook on life depends mostly on T and J cartoons. That's it!
b.
Hardly profound verbiage if you know me. I suppose I could have done a better job of describing why I loved Tom & Jerry then... They still hold up today. Just before the holiday season, I shared my affection for that cat and mouse with someone. Sadly, I wasn't sipping something special to mark the occasion. Do me a favor: Look for and study the lovely "The Night Before Christmas." My case and or point will be made. Hopefully. What they did with cartoons in the 40's should be taught at the college level.
So... I have to take a quick sip of water and figure out what I am going to do with the rest of my day.
Stay tuned. Or toon'd... Whatever.
bsm*
Staying on a course of going back in time, I am really going to go back in time to a real journal entry I made on May 1st, 1989, during my second year of a 4 year high school tour. One day after my birthday. Exactly as it was written. Somehow, I am not embarrassed...
5-1-89
Dear Journal,
I really don't have a favorite T.V. show. Let's see, I like Tom and Jerry cartoons. They rule! They make me find the way of life and why we live. Cartoons relax me. "Tom and Jerry." That's my ticket and I love it. Tom helps me think of why we are always worrying about tiny issues and Jerry makes me think of my younger years and how good it is to be young. Together, as a team, they make me feel good and secure. My outlook on life depends mostly on T and J cartoons. That's it!
b.
Hardly profound verbiage if you know me. I suppose I could have done a better job of describing why I loved Tom & Jerry then... They still hold up today. Just before the holiday season, I shared my affection for that cat and mouse with someone. Sadly, I wasn't sipping something special to mark the occasion. Do me a favor: Look for and study the lovely "The Night Before Christmas." My case and or point will be made. Hopefully. What they did with cartoons in the 40's should be taught at the college level.
So... I have to take a quick sip of water and figure out what I am going to do with the rest of my day.
Stay tuned. Or toon'd... Whatever.
bsm*
Eight days later on 7/15... 1993.
"Girls and Boys"
In a playground... boys and girls.
Boys & girls, girls & boys counting the blades of grass.
Six boys & three girls. Porls & Pearls.
One dog, Wolfgang. Eleven mice, nameless.
One Porl jumps. One Porl sits.
"Mommy!" "Abuela!" "Father." "God!"
Nine children in a playground... Porls & Pearls.
Something in the air. Amiss. No. No. Yes.
Take them. Keep them. Give them. Paint them.
Four children in a playground. One Porl & three Pearls.
No dog. Five mice. All painted grey.
Five painted children in the sky. Look up. Look down.
Goodbye. Welcome.
In a playground... boys and girls.
Boys & girls, girls & boys counting the blades of grass.
Six boys & three girls. Porls & Pearls.
One dog, Wolfgang. Eleven mice, nameless.
One Porl jumps. One Porl sits.
"Mommy!" "Abuela!" "Father." "God!"
Nine children in a playground... Porls & Pearls.
Something in the air. Amiss. No. No. Yes.
Take them. Keep them. Give them. Paint them.
Four children in a playground. One Porl & three Pearls.
No dog. Five mice. All painted grey.
Five painted children in the sky. Look up. Look down.
Goodbye. Welcome.
Untitled from July 7th, 1993.
A man from the west land identifies her.
A woman from not far off appears grey.
One identified; one grey.
He feels tranquility. He feels his age. Happiness.
Is twenty plus thirty plus six too young?
She senses her identity nearing; still unclear.
One woman, grey, reaches out to him.
She reaches down to him. Take me. Feel me. Be me.
She feels his life gone forever.
If I want to live my life again... I must die to myself today.
Don't go. I must. Don't lose me.
Two women. In the sky. On the ground.
One man in between.
A woman from not far off appears grey.
One identified; one grey.
He feels tranquility. He feels his age. Happiness.
Is twenty plus thirty plus six too young?
She senses her identity nearing; still unclear.
One woman, grey, reaches out to him.
She reaches down to him. Take me. Feel me. Be me.
She feels his life gone forever.
If I want to live my life again... I must die to myself today.
Don't go. I must. Don't lose me.
Two women. In the sky. On the ground.
One man in between.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
A prologue of some sort...
"...we all belong to the places we've never even been before. If there is any kind of legitimate nostalgia, it's for everything we've never even seen, the women we've never slept with, never dreamed of, the friends we haven't made, the books we've never read, all the food steaming in the pots we've never eaten out of. That's the only real kind of nostalgia there is..." - paco ignacio taibo II
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