imagine an elephant in a horses stall. packed tightly, busting at the seams, eyes bulging a little in discomfort, quietly pleading for forgiveness but with a vague understanding -
hell not understanding at all… suffering… and sucking it up for the home team…
imagine the struggle the elephant has to get that trunk down low to engage and snack upon the tasty hay that some kind gent or lass has left to nourish their soul and in essence ultimately their mind. i mean wiggling their rear end to the left a little and then to the right, and then back a little more to the left… they don’t rightly fit proper – reckon’?
now that that image is lodged securely in your mind’s eye…
somewhere within ourselves we reach out and search out for – what are essentially, to each individual, comforts which in some fashion soothe our soul (providing you have one, not everyone does, or if they do, they’ve possibly become so burdened and lost that the rest of us aren’t certain what we are seeing.)
i started to write this down in a stenograph pad – the kind that has the wire ring thing on the top. i usually like these a lot -i know there are four or five scattered about the house. but this one i’ve just started to write in – is very thin and when i hold it in my hand i can feel the contour of my hand holding it in place as a i write. i’m not wild about this feeling. i bought it in a cvs – and am now wondering if i’m not better served to go and find another pad. i’m writing on the go you see, well not really on the go, i’m not driving and writing. i’m parked in front of the cvs and just jotting these notions down – between drop off and pick-up for my kid’s soccer practice.
some of her friends have earned their driver’s licenses. a wonderful accomplishment in and of itself – but of course the parent part becomes protective to the vulnerabilities (perceived or real) of a young woman given the opportunity to venture freely about her local realms. more on this later.
but what did i buy in the cvs – and what does it reveal about what i’m seeking at the moment?
i recently made the following purchases - the notepad and pen were first and what i initially went into the store for. i wanted to sit and write. i’ve already found another pen – the first one i bought just didn’t feel right and i didn’t like the way way the ink flowed from the point. and the pad was too thin for my liking – but now i’m writing on an arm rest, well, actually now i’m typing… so the current pad worked – i got those ideas down and out – and it was better than driving to the next place and searching for ? searching for what?
so i also bought some animal crackers. the box kind. with the string across the top – and the carnival images – yup, i’m a 45 year old guy who digs him some animal crackers on occasion and eats them up just finely. oreo’s – double stuff – i bought these as a reward for my daughter as a treat for after soccer practice. (pause – i’m snacking on a cracker or two right now) a zebra and to be exact and now a large ape. i bought a dvd copy of ‘golden eye’ for $6.99 – i figured when i got bored of writing i could slip into the backseat and watch me some ‘bond – james bond.’ it was really the best movie option that i saw at the checkout – yeah and i bought it… oh, right before that i bought a coke – but it’s just sitting there as i drink water i got from a starbucks a few minutes before to wash down my snack crackers.
a consumer – yes. a passenger – yes. just trying to take a breathe in this life thing – it goes by so quickly – we sometimes forget. maybe just to watch, to watch how fast – quickly in reality or our perception of reality – and just sitting here alone with a pad and a pen (well it was two pens – i chucked the first one on the floor of the truck) with some fine snack crackers and now appropriately so, on the radio – nirvana playing david bowie’s ‘the man who sold the world’
i really didn’t think i ate that much yesterday. being the chef i tried not to dabble too much into the various pots i was banging and clanging around the kitchen. but i guess at some point i failed…
and late last night i felt -
but sittin’ here typin’ my memiors and sorts – love me some feet tappin’…
now but however twice today and wanted to throttle some folk who couldn’t keep them damn happy feet to themselves. the first was a father whose daughter was a playin’ at the same college showcase my kid was… and he musta thought he was
his damn happy feet on the metal bleachers… ugh…
if you skipped it – i did too – just get my bearings straight… holy cripes…
i used to work – back in my lifeguardin’ days with dipshits who must have rubbed against themselves like this…
there’s no way i’d have paid any attention to any music – other than the sweet sounds of…
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm288786432/nm0429069
what the hell was i talking about before i started circumambulating? well your guess is as good as mine…
other than she’s totally hot…
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm987335424/nm0429069
and it would take too much effort for me to remember how to repost these images…
oh shit – ok so went to see new bond movie tonight with the family… and the schmuck sitting behind me kept kicking my chair…
to the point i had to physically turn around, mid-movie – and let this pinhead know if he did it again, he wasn’t going to walk out of the theater on his happy feet…
it stopped… and i got to resume watching a relatively entertaining film (although my daughter was disappointed – she wanted more) and i wanted to hear calypso – she sucked…
but the other chick was smokin’ hot…
which leads me to the fact i made curried potatoes as one of the dishes for tday yesterday… and the house still reeks…. much to my daughters shagrin… oh well…
i really didn’t think i ate that much yesterday. being the chef i tried not to dabble too much into the various pots i was banging and clanging around the kitchen. but i guess at some point i failed…
and late last night i felt -
but sittin’ here typin’ my memiors and sorts – love me some feet tappin’…
now but however twice today and wanted to throttle some folk who couldn’t keep them damn happy feet to themselves. the first was a father whose daughter was a playin’ at the same college showcase my kid was… and he musta thought he was
if you skipped it – i did too – just get my bearings straight… holy cripes…
i used to work – back in my lifeguardin’ days with dipshits who must have rubbed against themselves like this…
there’s no way i’d have paid any attention to any music – other than the sweet sounds of…
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm288786432/nm0429069
what the hell was i talking about before i started circumambulating? well your guess is as good as mine…
other than she’s totally hot…
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm987335424/nm0429069
and it would take too much effort for me to remember how to repost these images…
oh shit – ok so went to see new bond movie tonight with the family… and the schmuck sitting behind me kept kicking my chair…
to the point i had to physically turn around, mid-movie – and let this pinhead know if he did it again, he wasn’t going to walk out of the theater on his happy feet…
it stopped… and i got to resume watching a relatively entertaining film (although my daughter was disappointed – she wanted more) and i wanted to hear calypso – she sucked…
but the other chick was smokin’ hot…
which leads me to the fact i made curried potatoes as one of the dishes for tday yesterday… and the house still reeks…. much to my daughters shagrin… oh well…
i really didn’t think i ate that much yesterday. being the chef i tried not to dabble too much into the various pots i was banging and clanging around the kitchen. but i guess at some point i failed…
and late last night i felt -
but sittin’ here typin’ my memiors and sorts – love me some feet tappin’…
now but however twice today and wanted to throttle some folk who couldn’t keep them damn happy feet to themselves. the first was a father whose daughter was a playin’ at the same college showcase my kid was… and he musta thought he was
if you skipped it – i did too – just get my bearings straight… holy cripes…
i used to work – back in my lifeguardin’ days with dipshits who must have rubbed against themselves like this…
there’s no way i’d have paid any attention to any music – other than the sweet sounds of…
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm288786432/nm0429069
what the hell was i talking about before i started circumambulating? well your guess is as good as mine…
other than she’s totally hot…
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm987335424/nm0429069
and it would take too much effort for me to remember how to repost these images…
oh shit – ok so went to see new bond movie tonight with the family… and the schmuck sitting behind me kept kicking my chair…
to the point i had to physically turn around, mid-movie – and let this pinhead know if he did it again, he wasn’t going to walk out of the theater on his happy feet…
it stopped… and i got to resume watching a relatively entertaining film (although my daughter was disappointed – she wanted more) and i wanted to hear calypso – she sucked…
but the other chick was smokin’ hot…
which leads me to the fact i made curried potatoes as one of the dishes for tday yesterday… and the house still reeks…. much to my daughters shagrin… oh well…
i’ve been intermittent here for quite some time. it’s been a busy summer, and you know what, it’s been generally – pretty ok. i’ve certainly thought about a number of you as the days have sped by – and tried to catch up – but i guess that’s the way this thing works. but as i sit here to pound out some thoughts, i’m not one of those delicate typer folk – if the keyboard could talk, it’d be asking why so hard (insert dirty oriented humor here)… but it is what it is.
it’s the time of year to be thankful. i’m thankful that i get some time to sit here and put some fonts down… my family was watching ‘duck dynasty’ in the other room – laughing and screeching – what fine entertainment – them be entertained that is – by some thought provokin’ i-d-e-a-s… but i circumambulate.
back to the notion of a passenger - ’cause that’s kind of where i feel at the moment. and i’m pretty ok with it. i think that if you try and control your life – you’re setting yourself up. so i’ve taken this approach of observation and well – well my daughter’s playing the piano and i can’t think over the notes – and the dog crapped and peed in the house – (not walked) but…
well i’m done here – the piano is too much to deal with… but wishing all you folk a safe and enjoyable t-day… and i’m hoping to resume this keyboard stuff on a more routine basis in the not so distant future.
i’ll leave you with lemmy’s thoughts – they can be louder than a piano…