Monthly Archives: July 2009

To Blog?

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I’ve been having a rough go at it this last year.  It was a year ago today that I quit my job and started making plans to leave the states.  Plans don’t always come to fruition.  In a way this was a good thing.  I learned from my mistakes and will not make them again. 

2009 did not start out any better.  I suffered financially for months, but again, I gained more than I lost.  Sometimes things happen for a reason.  People tend to blame ‘God’ for everything that goes awry in their lives.  I do not believe that God puts us in bad situations.  It is of our own doing the majority of the time.  I do believe in free will.  What happens in our lives is up to us!

We can’t stand back and hope that good things will happen to us, we have to make them happen.  If you want to be a famous musician or mogul, you’ve got to make it happen.  It takes dedication and a lot of sweat.  It is true, however, in America and elsewhere in the civilised world that it is not what you know but who you know.  This vexes me but it is a part of life we have to contend with just like disabilities or other problems that inhibit our abilities.

Furman University Clocktower HDR

Recently, I became aware that the server that this blog resides on was about to expire.  I could renew the contract with the server company for another two years for a nominal fee or just let it go into the ether of the internet.  I struggled with this for a while, not really knowing what to do.  On the one hand, it is an archive or my work and on the other it’s archive of mistakes.  It’s a double edged sword or sorts. 

So, I called a dear friend yesterday and the subject of the blog came up.  I told her that I was going to shut it down.  She threatened to come o’er here and kick my arse for doing such a vile act.  She really inspired me saying that my poems and pictures bring hope and beauty into the lives of those that view them.  She went on to say that the world needs more people like me to be inspirational in tough times such as these. 

In an enquiry that was not about vanity but about honesty, I said that life is a play and somewhere along the way I’d like to get up on stage if only for a moment.  She told me to fight.  To get out and fight for a spot rather than let my stomach curl up into a ball of knots.  She went on to say that I should knock those that never paid their dues off their pedestals and fight the actus reus of the world with an iron maul.  She may not be my lady anymore, but she is one hell of a friend.

After her pep talk, I decided to keep the blog going.  The world isn’t getting rid of Jefferson Davis just yet!  First thing Monday morning, I’m going to pick a fight with a newspaper editor.  I want and deserve a job, dammit!   :)

One small Step, One Giant Leap…

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Forty years ago today man landed and walked on the moon.  What an amazing triumph that was for humanity.  It’s hard to believe that it has been that long and even harder to believe that we’ve not been back since December of ‘72.  I was still in diapers when Cernan and Schmitt of Apollo 17 launched off the desolate lunar landscape for the last time.

We learned a great deal in low earth orbit, but it is time that we return to that bright lunar orb hanging so precariously in the night sky.  I hear people ask why we should bother going back.  I usually answer with a question.  When you gaze up at the moon on a clear night, do you not wonder in amazement.  Do you wish you could wander across its craters in the blistering heat of the day cycle?  Mind you, you’d be dead within a millisecond without a space suit not to mention the boiling temps of day and the frigidness of night.    :)

The moon was and is a stepping stone.  We need to start leaping across the giant pond that is the cosmos.  We are resilient and smart little feckers.  If we work together, we can widen our scope and really shake up the place. 

Full Moon

Anyone have any memories they would like to share? 

Knee in Mouth

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The other night, Red and myself were in city centre observing the whacky towners.  We sauntered down main street after leaving the Pub.  A crowd of young women met us at the crosswalk.  One of them caught my eye, as we crossed paths.

She was wearing a very tight jersey and an even tighter short leather skirt.  It looked as though she had painted it on.  In my stupidly half inebriated state, I said something that I would normally never ever say.  I blame the ‘Merkan version of Guinness.

“Damn gurl, did you have to melt that thing on, or did it come attached to yer hips?”

She smiled and kept walking, her friends giggling in the background.

Next thing I knew, I was getting slapped in the back of the head.  I don’t know what for.  I was just genuinely concerned for the girls well being.   :)

So, I pulled Red to the side at the bridge and whispered one of my best lines, as the setting sunrays made her ginger ringlets radiate like threads of gold. 

She playfully started trying to knee me, where I didn’t need to be kneed.  Accidently, she went a bit high with her playful game and I hit a higher note.  I let on that it was worse than it was, so she and I hobbled back to me truck. 

All is well now, thankfully.

I must have a target on my head that only women see!   :)

Moral of rambling:  Keep your big mouths shut, men.