@godfatherofgreenbay has these inspirational motivational posts – problem is i think i need a few of them beaten about my head.  i can not for the life of me get motivated to get anything, i mean anything, done the last few days…  winter blues, lack of sunlight, warmth… 

i meant to start with -

but i guess i’ve got too much redneck in me…  so alas hot rods…

i need a nap i think…  i can’t seem to motivate to work; work out; bleh… 

i went out and had some beverages with some associates last night (basically my local bank branch, one of the tellers was leaving and because they rock and take care of me – really that just all act friendly and nice and kind when i walk in the door) – i wanted to show my appreciation for what they do, well maybe actually who they are (when you own a business it’s always a fine thing to be nice to the people that handle your $ – just sayin’…) they all had these fruity, well not fruity but like really sweet sounding fancified adult beverages smores and german chocolate and mojitos and i just had me some fancified beer…  i can’t remember the last time i went out like that in the city – it was a good time – one of the things we talked about was beyonce at half time – i was the only white guy there – they are all latino(a) and two black women – they didn’t see it the way i did – which it totally cool, i get it – i appreciated their perspective and talking about it.  they argued that beyonce is a ‘pop’ star and as such she caters to a very broad audience and her overt sexuality isn;t a ‘tramp or slutty’ persona – it’s just strong sexually. and that her audience is really a white audience (hence nfl backing – actually they argued pepsi backing) and as such for them homosexuality is a much harder (pun unintended) subject to broach than implied sexuality…  which was curious for me – but interesting nonetheless… my kids have been around our – we live our lives in i guess an extremely diversified way.  one of our godchildren is black, two others have latino heritage – we have a significant number of gay friends male/female – so i’ve seen it all, but the black and latino culture – based on our conversations – homosexuality still has a really profound stigma…

- there’s a friendly tonight – usmnt v. honduras… if we (the us of a) play like we did against canada – we (the us of a) should have our asses soundly kicked.  last post i mentioned or posted a video about a young female footballer named indi cowie – well here’s some more crazy skilz from unc players…

a clever trick for your bestest of friends…

 

not really – just not motivated, at all…  crap i can’t discuss here is going down and it just sucks…  our legal system…  people argue if you don’t like (think it’s better anywhere else) it go somewhere else…  believe you me – i’m thinkin’ about it…  this whole thing is absurd…

the ft. lauderdale spring soccer trip is in a week and a half…  so hopefully that long weekend will bring me some ‘core’ warmth and sunshine i’m ready now…  ughh…  peace out folks… i hear a rock calling my name – i may go crawl under it…

 

there are people who believe that beyonce’s performance at the super bowl demonstrates the power of women.  puuuhhlllleeeeeaaaaaaasssssssee.

if that’s the future for my daughter than margaret atwood had it absolutely right in ‘a hand maid’s tale’ – when she posited the notion that the future for women would only be as breeders.  that society should only select those who appear to represent the ‘ideal’ image, age, and initially latent, until proven, potent abilities of the female form and function – for the sole value of procreation. 

it’s all about the sex, baby. (actually i think a gay man wrote that – but it’s apparently the truth for all of us in 2013.)  you have to have ‘appeal’ to be anything.  fucking great, really?!?  (Oh and to the a-hole in the top blogs who asks about kissing ugly folk – a big f*ck off to you and your arrogance.  we should all strive to be like you, to blog like you, to think small petty thoughts for the ‘common good’ – just like you.  for good reason i (and many others) stay as far away from your condescending bottom feeder crap as i (we) can – you can chuckle and laugh about what ‘excites people – stirs the proverbial pot’ – and the greater good your mere prescence blesses all of us with – get your little woody stroked somewhere else

ain’t happening here…)

never mind the hilary clinton’s;  the margaret thatcher’s; the angela merkel’s; the bonnie raitt’s; the rosa park’s; the tina fey’s; the alex morgan’s; the oprah winfrey’s; the aretha franklin’s…  as a nation we have profoundly advanced the value and role of women in not just our society (we strive for the value of the woman as a whole)  – and more importantly their future role, as far, far, more often than not, the glue which bonds our society, actually our species (and scientifically – many others) – together…  i could go on…  how about it ladies – all you’re good for is some t & a?!?  to be put up on a pedestal so we (well – accordingly – only the handsome worthy male folk) can ogle and ‘appreciate’ the ‘finer’ things in life… 

i get it – beyonce – it was at the middle of a football game (perhaps even a remotely compelling one) – the penultimate male dominated knuckle dragging concussive socially athletic homoerotic experience – why shouldn’t there be some ‘meat on the table?’ yes, she’s gorgeous, yes, she can dance (i couldn’t do that sh*t in them shoes) – not convinced on any level she can sing (‘put a ring on it?’ (head hits table and leaves a mark…) – want to see a ‘chick’ perform (i’m borrowing from u_i_s (sorry and thanks…)

there’s nothing wrong with being sexy – but not as a role model – don’t tell me she’s a role model, that she advances the cause of women and girls…  how many more hilton’s; kardashian’s; lohan’s; snooki’s do we need?  i’d offer – zero, none… 

i have to leave now – apparently i have to go find someone to marry my daughter off to before all the really good ones are taken – you know, just in case… elvis forbid – she might chose an ugly one…

i had a post erased miracuously (however you spell it) last night in the midst of the lights out power outage thing.  i love how that happens.  so now i’m here to recreate and i’ve had some time to think (yeah, yeah, ironic, funny, impossible, you smell something burning – whatever…)  at least i stood up and am writing this upright so the blood can flow freely to my brain right…

i found it highly ironic (guess that’s my word for the day) that the english premiere league (epl) it’s where they play proper entertaining football – or as it’s known here in the u.s. as soccer…  anywhoseewhatsee – they had a power outage too…  right in the midst of a big match – this time right before half time – whereas we had one right after halftime – you see apparently the british in their uptightness jumped the gun and pre-ejaculated the halftime show.  whereas we here in the u.s. with all our blue pills and claw footed tubs were able to last well into the third quarter.  i mean that beyonce chick… 

but as i was pondering this whole half time show thing – #unstoppable_inner_strength made mention of this this am – and as i was responding i became more grossed out.  i mean – i was really almost watching porn with my family last night.  now i’m fine with porn – as long as my kids are far from it and it’s my space or my spouse’s space or our shared space…  but i mean all the hips and legs and asses (hey – all beautiful) but and i applaud the fact she had an all chick band – the guitar thing (a la prince) was totally lame…  but what are we trying to show here (virtually everything)…  i mean look – for instance – the who – i can’t explain (ah that’s a play there)  but is now a bunch of old guys and they’re not going to do anything (well i mean nowadays – on stage, elvis knows what the f*ck townsends been ‘doing’)  but beyonce beyond that (sorry was typing and thinking simultaneously and i have to stop that…) and madonna – what’s with the overt sexification (she’s got a teenage daughter – ) …  i’m struggling with that…  pruddish old man i guess, perverted and dimmentia derived, trying to condomify the virtues of my familia – what are we gaining?  what are we doing?

we talk about the culture of gun violence – i mean what if beyonce had flashed the world her body…  (wait time out – i have to go look and see if there’s a sex video – i’ll be back)

 

 

ok so like fergie too – i mean – (yeah brb)

 

 

 

ok so like

they were totally hot and kept their collective clothes on… 

i mean i sure as hell couldn’t dance wearin’ shoes or clothes like these…

i guess i’ll go take a cold shower… 

 

 

 

 

 how about?

 

peace – and circumambulate…  irony anyone?

i just read a blog -

http://eatocracy.cnn.com/2013/01/31/opinion-chick-fil-a-controversy-leaves-a-bitter-taste-for-some-longtime-fans/?hpt=hp_t2

about the author being a lesbian and conflicted about eating at chick-a-fil.  i ate there twice this past week.  i’m lesbian too.  no, i’m not – well… never mind… #1 – regular chicken sandwich with just extra pickles and those fries… but i don’t do tea – i have soda pop.  (i wish the stores had some cheerwine – that would be scrumptdelishcious.  it was the first time since this summer.  i’ve really tried to stay away – i have a number of close friends – and one of my absolute closest – is gay.  so i’ve truly struggled with the idea of supporting a place that was so stridently biased against people i love.  truth be told – my gay friends still eat there too.  and i did ask them if it was ok if i went.  it is a southern thing – at least for us – i realize the brand has become a strong nationwide prescience – but my friends grew up in the south and i went to college in the south and still travel at least twice a year back to visit – and hope in the next few years to return and settle in for them golden years…  i love the south – i love my friends – well, and i love me some chik-fil-a… 

kinda right bit of a quandry

could go for some chicken and waffles right about now… 

 

i want to see what your eyes say.

do they look at me

do they ask me to stay

or are they somewhere – around, about me.

or are they simply waiting for me to leave.

are they happy to see me

or are they seeking something new

some new deliciously delicate eye candy.

it used to be

eyes saw and shared glances, ideas even things – together.

near and far, light and dark and shadows and softness

in throes they wanted more

the way they moved about and slowly rolled

and playfully pleaded

now do they want to be somewhere, anywhere else.

they did want at times to see inside mine

eyes

but they know how burdened and desolate where

sad even – or maybe

really – they are broken and the vision

is no longer the shared reality or any sense of shared

or reality.

what makes your eyes light up now?

what brings them brightness and hope and

mine, mine – are tired, they are sadly weary.

they want to rest.

my eyes – they do need more than some

they do need less than others.

but they do need. they do always try and give.

they don’t express or say well.

or enough – never enough.

they need warmth.  virtue.  kindness.  patience.

different types of lenses and lights and

and more time to adjust to rigors above and beyond

and behind.  behind is the challenge – it’s always been. 

above and beyond is free and it will always be -

they will always know yours.

they will always love yours. 

let’s hope they can always find yours.

let’s hope they don’t close and

and never see the lights and sights in yours.

i do want to see what your eyes say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

yes – i borrowed a bit from echo and his furry friends…

i couldn’t find the latest song of thao’s i wanted to play – but i like this one well enough..

i had a whole post i just about guns – i deleted it.  there’s quite simply – no rationale conversations to be had. 

so listen to some new neil young & crazy horse instead…  he’s pissed a few off in his day…

i’m not sure what to think of jim james latest…  i like, as i’m wont – the olde timey feel…  but if he’s a goin’ to god – well it’s his choice… and i prefer me a little science…

as long as we’re on the subject of heavy – how’s this?  (if you tend to tear – have you some kleenex ahandy)

and well – the heavy – here goes…  a fine round-up…

enjoy folks – as outdoor concert season approaches – so does the flow of new sounds…  keep your ears open – and your minds – well keep your minds for your self’s…