Where there's hope there's an ambush

I spent the night listening ...

2006-03-26T01:10:00.000-08:00

Hope Sandoval

Drop

The way you drop

Is like a stone

Making out you're flying

But you've just been thrown

'Til kingdom comes

And through bitten tongues

These eyes get stung

With every curse that's sung

These twisted times

Can't compare to mine

And heaven knows

Where loving goes

I should have guessed

When I took that pill

Do I love her still

Well that's just a chill

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Advice from Edward Abbey

2006-03-21T17:25:00.000-08:00

"One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am-a reluctant enthusiast... a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains. Run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards."

Why is this funny to me?

2006-03-17T12:33:00.000-08:00

Why do I find this humerous?

Just a thought

2006-03-07T20:15:00.000-08:00

Never confuse sanity with comfort ... a bottle of wine in a paper bag is pretty damn comfortable to a wino!

Meandering neural pathways: My obvious problem

2006-03-04T11:44:00.000-08:00

Take a gander into this ...

We all stand upright, or are rightly designed to. We all see in one way or another but do we ever understand?
If we look apon this land a thousand different directions which is the right choice to meander yonder way?

If we were to walk a dozen miles one way ... turn around ... then choose another path to venture a dozen miles ... then turn around again how far have we traveled? Far enough to know that whichever direction you head ... theres always back.

You never can tell what may lie ahead along the way ... you never can tell what might eat you alive ... and ... you never can tell what may drop out of the sky and crush your skull. So ... no matter what direction is choosen therein lies treachery, slippery surfaces and dangerous curves but we proceed anyway.

What path isn't understood best from the learning that comes from traveling it? and ... What comes easy is never too memorable ... it is a dull cadence in which to march to for it is but traveling we do. Might as well make it exciting.

So ... choose your bliss ... wear good shoes ... roll up your pants legs when the shit gets deep and take a stroll.

The direction really doesn't matter ... does it?
It all ends the same.

Figuratively speaking I'm somewhat amiss

2006-03-04T09:30:00.000-08:00

I'm a misfit ... an uncertain traveler ...
like a lost soul trying to find refuge under a "no vacancy" sign
I'm just passing the time ... here for the moment and unsure what tomorrow will bring.

On wings of wax ... too close to the sun ... I flew towards fully knowing ... to try for the stars ... to touch and hold ... was fools play. Was the dream ... not the sun ... that
brought me down.

Here for the moment ... and gone tomorrow

For now .. I'll stare at the stars from the ground and pick out the constellations ... because I can
... and when morning comes I'll find new solice ... wherever she may be.

I'm just a vagabond for beauty. Show me the way!

Interesting Night Out!

2006-02-24T23:36:00.000-08:00

For my daughters ninth birthday we did
something as suggested by a friend ... I
took almost my entire brood (counting
ex step kids - I call em my own- 6 in all)
to see a play.

Damn if they didn't like it! Even
my 6 year old got a thrill out of it!
It was actually a very good performance
and worth the 70 bucks spent! For the rest
of their lives they'll recall it and for that
price it was a bargain.

All their little eyes were glued on the stage
and for three hours they managed to sit still
long enough not to distract from the act
being performed.

Call me old man Fagan and his band of pick pockets!

In response: For LeAnn

2006-02-23T04:11:00.000-08:00

<<< LeAnn http://www.northstar101.blogspot.com/
She posted a much requested item I had of her (see spurs). In response I just add that I wanted the rodeo queen attached as well (for full effect). Here is an example to follow LeAnn ... just remember to put yourself in the picture next time!

AWAITING YOUR NEXT POST WITH MUCH ANTICIPATION!!!

Ok ... maybe I'm a pervert ...

2006-02-10T18:04:00.000-08:00

... but I think I'd like this brand of cigar!

On Being Southern Born

2006-01-31T16:53:00.000-08:00

Part one:

I was born in northern Florida ... raised in Alabama and Georgia ... all my relatives, for the most part, have lived their entire lives within the same county of their birth and will likely die there.

Fried cornbread, grits, collard greens, lotsa pork products, pepper sauce and raw oysters were staple foods of my youth. Unless there's an interpreter present I doubt any of you reading this could understand a damn word my kin may utter.

They are descendents of really poor starving Irishman, drunkard Scots, French lowlife, the Creek and Cherokee and whatever other creed or origin was willing to mate with 'em ... there's no prejudice when it comes to my primogenitors and I doubt they ever lynched anyone ... their first reaction would most likely be "damn she's cute!" as opposed to any slurs or racial outbursts and not much has changed.

My kin are a happy go lucky bunch of rednecks who somehow have managed to keep most of their natural teeth but enjoy all the habits generally recognized as redneck. Yup .. they watch wrestlin' ... yup ... they watch NASCAR ... college football (roll tide) ... huntin' and fishin'. Family gatherings usually were a spectacle in which all or some of the above were center stage. Yup they carry guns ... displayed affectionately on gunracks in the back window of their various rigged up trucks. Yup ... my kin ... I love em all.

Then there's me ... the prodigal son ... the wanderer ... the wayfarer ... the waif ... the one that ran away ... the one that never calls or ventures home ... the one who was proclaimed a bad influence on all his younger cousins ... the lost cause ... the rebel within the rebellious south. I left as soon as I could but for the life of me there's a sense of pride inside ... unexplainable to me .. that carries me through some tough times. Its like every battle fought (lost or won) by that old south for that most lost cause ever burns within myself ... call it spirit ... call it foolishness but by whatever definition ... it is there. If but for roots alone I am southern and no matter how embarrassing the south can be I can't deny my heritage .. nor do I. I am proud to be of white trash but you'll never catch me in front of a television watchin' NASCAR = (*Non Athletic Sport Centered Around Rednecks)! and gees ... whats with the mullets!?

No relationship to the above ... that I know of.

Sam & he's never been to Alabama!!!

2006-01-20T13:37:00.000-08:00

he's got the look down ... yet ... he's never been to Alabama!

Must be a hereditary condition ...

Youth Culture Ate My Brain!!

2006-01-10T17:46:00.000-08:00

I laid down one night when I was 15 listening to

The Ramones I woke up one morning at 40 something

listening to the Ramones ...it's not been a constant thing

(taste changes) but inevitably I return to the begining

again and again ... full circle. Some things never leave us ...

some things never return and then again some things

you wish you'd never known ...

Full circle & full volume

Why is my kid wearing this?

2006-01-09T13:46:00.000-08:00

Sammy & Cecilia ... I think thats a Walmart bag he's wearing (who knows why ) he did have 3 sisters who use to use him as a dress up experiment ... maybe they got their fashion sense from their father.

Where there's hope there's an ambush waiting ...

2006-01-08T10:01:00.000-08:00

Go ahead ... call me a cynic ... but after surviving

so many of life's little surprises one tends to expect

the worst even at the most sublime of moments. I'm

not really pessimistic ... just sort of paranoid

... of happiness ... or even ... sleep.

One day it won't matter ...

I'll just learn to enjoy

Ambushes!

To the woman in my dreams...

2006-01-08T09:38:00.000-08:00

Where did you go?! Was it my snoring?