There’s a hot bartender that I would never have the nerve to talk to. She holds up a Murakami book and I lose all pretense. Norwegian Wood was a beautiful way to discover someone else’s pain. After that, I know my pain is real and I’m not the only person that feels it. One of my first baby steps toward seeing the unity within us. Or something. Continue reading Good Books
Upon empirical first glance, my generation cares more about Facebook than they should. Not news, except for the fact most people still deny their level of actual investment. An adequate metaphor for any of the online fads that permeate every facet of our culture, Facebook represents a desire for connection to something greater than our daily lives. Suppose that’s something to expect from the amount of media programming we received during formative years. That’s when communications with the machines really started, if you see where I’m coming from. Empathy in binary. Continue reading Who Gives A Shit
I can now sing almost all of the Silent All These Years melody to myself whenever I want to. That doesn’t mean it sounds good. However, I can keep the same-ish key the whole time and not lose track of where I am. That’s definite progress. It’s the funniest thing. For the longest time I couldn’t carry a note with or without music playing. My karaoke performance is on par with Elaine’s dancing. I can’t seem to hear and sing at the same time. Until now. There is one song I can sing in the shower and have since the movie came out – Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid. Formative on so many levels. Continue reading Practice Makes Progress
People are using an app to ferret out imaginary creatures via the lens of a phone camera. Like VR training wheels, this craze is proof people aren’t ready to dive into actual virtual realms yet. Individuals trying to catch Pokemon while driving are as bad as people divorcing spouses over Everquest. Games have an addictive hold over the child inside all of us. The thrill of play can cause an absent mind to do some pretty stupid things. When it comes to stupid mistakes, modern cell phones are surely the leading cause. Add a competitive element and well, testing our limits is what humans do – with varying success. Continue reading Pokemon Go
I went to my first legal pot shop. The one I sort of visited last month was a trial run. Ironically enough, they all do business in cash only. Made it hard to buy anything without an income, back in May. This time I went somewhere with a selection I recognized and cash to spend on it. I stuck with a neighborhood I vibe with. It’s a little upscale for my needs but I don’t consider success a detriment.
Continue reading Smokey Smoke
I’ve gone to large concerts before. Most of them were to see something I had conjured in my mind while listening to music with my eyes closed. The actual experience was often a disappointment. It took me a long time to learn the difference between loud and good. And of course, this was all before I discovered dancing like no one is watching. The show last night was so good it might nab a place on my top 5 list. I’m certainly more than willing to do it again and that’s more than I can say for most things south of downtown. Continue reading Big Lights, Large City
I’m a boy today. It’s the only way I could get out of the house this morning. Having a fit of insecurity summoned my maleness to stop caring about stupid shit. Donning a man’s shirt I ran a comb through my hair and decided to not care what people see. I’m not manly in many ways but there is a swagger I can pull together. Like a gymnast. Or a jockey. I’ve accepted my status as a butter face. Continue reading Partly Cloudy
Sometimes my cat finds a toy mouse and remembers.
She has a grand time.
Then I notice.
….
The older she gets, the less she cares.
As I’d learn, he was my excuse for not wanting to go home. The boys in my life are traditionally buffers against the women who hate me. Not literally, but that’s the sum of it. My father never protected me from my mother so I look for solace in the dominant male presence. I know they have the ability to cut down inflated female egos, especially when they are pretty. I can cut down a bitch in the mean way. The don’t-get-back-up way. Continue reading