How do you feel today?

Forget regret….

May have made a mistake by showing my cards and laying it out there.  Not sure if my comfort was real or just an “un-comfort” masked by familiarity.  Will I lose my dignity?

…no day but today

something in the way

something in the way

sleeplessness is what they say

mental block of course

Baby, Girl

So i cried like a little girl and slept like a baby.

What does that mean, crying like a little girl?

I know some strong little girls that cry less than little boys.  Why do little girls get accused of crying over everything, probably even spilled milk.

Sleeping like a baby? Really, like a baby?  From what I know, babies do more crying and pooping than sleeping.  Sleep an hour, cry and poop an hour, sleep an hour, cry and poop an hour.

Maybe it should be cried like a baby and slept like a little girl?

Strangers in the dark

Strangers in the dark.

The greeting was cordial and the attraction was immediate.  The handshake was firm, the intent was known.  Pleased to meet you and peace be with you.  Friendship was stirred and awakened.  Yes, that is a ring.  Is that familiar or strange?  A tug and a pull to awaken the eye, oh the comfort and the safety of the mind.  Thoughts and memories flick past one by one.  Soothing and rhythmic, the beat goes on.  A squint and a shudder continue with each breath.  Strangers are friends and friends are strangers.  Toss and turn, spin and churn, the beat goes on.  Is the end near or is this just the tip?  Stroke of midnight, fist is clenched, eyes are closed and the mind is open.  Time to sleep.  Alone with a familiar stranger.

Memories of meat

So 4 or 5 years ago I gave up pork.  (Bacon lovers can hate me now).  I stopped eating pork of all types; shredded pork, pork chops, bacon, and pork rinds.  Actually, I have never eaten pork rinds or pork cracklins.  Fried pork scraps with salt and spices just are not appealing to me at all.  Fielding questions of “Hey want some pork?”  followed by “Why don’t you eat pork?” only lasted a couple of years.  I cannot remember the last piece of pork that I consciously ate.  I’m sure I’ve been slipped some pork unknowingly.  (Wait, that sounds dirty, illegal, and interesting.)

The pork prohibition was followed by a red meat moratorium.  Its been almost two years without red meat.  I have to admit that there was a taco or two in there somewhere, but most of my meals have not included any red meat.  It tastes good to not eat pork or red meat.

I still eat the occasional chicken and turkey, but I did go without turkey on Thanksgiving this year.  It getting easier to not eat meat.

This summer I actually got my hands dirty and put in a little “recession” garden.  Oh the “fruits” of my labor were some fantastic veggies.  As long as I get good amounts of protein, veggies will be the way to go.

Now here is the paragraph of the hypocrite in me.  I love fish and seafood.  Clams, oysters, crawfish, shrimp, fish, and every other swimming creatures are easy to consume.   I will continue to give up the pork, beef, chicken and turkey, but you can’t take my lobster and crabs.

I have yet to fall off meat wagon or is it meatless wagon, but I do have to admit I crave hotdogs.  Maybe this refers to being slipped the pork.  Wait that sounds dirty.

2010

What will I bring to 2010?  What will the year provide me?  How will 2010 be better than 2009?  Whose life will I have the most influence in 2010?  Who will influence me the most in 2010?  Will 2010 be a great year?  Will I find an outlet for passion?

2009 was quite the year.  So much excitement and accomplishment.  Will 201o surpass 2009 in the feeling of accomplishment and excitement?

Of course, 2010 will be a great year.  With a positive attitude and a list of goals and desires, it will happen.

Random plans for 2010:  coming soon

Christmas Card

Every year. Year after year; for so many years I wait for that Christmas card from you.  I know its a little Charlie Brownish, but I wonder if this will be the year that I get a card.  A simple card that says “Merry Christmas Son”.  Just about 30 years now and I still have hope and belief.  A simple greeting will suffice.  Just let me know that you are there and you care.  My address is easy to find, especially in this day and age.

Art: Then and Now

Art:  (noun) the quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance.

Every young child is exposed to “art”, typically by the fine folks of Crayola.  However, just because you can stay within the lines while coloring by numbers doesn’t make you an artist.  In my day, the Darwinistic method of the survival of the fittest for art began in elementary school.  Most K-6 teachers did not have to “teach” art, most schools had an art teacher that determined who had “it” and who didn’t.  “It” of course was the ability to create something of more than ordinary significance.  Not everyone has the ability to draw fluffy clouds and beautiful landscapes like Bob Ross. 

My grade school art teacher certainly had “it”.  In fact, she had a lot of “it”.  Based on what I now know about the 1980’s or at least what has been dramatized on Miami Vice or in the Jay McInerney novel Bright Lights, Big City, my art teacher was definitely skilled in “aesthetic principles” in many ways.  Ms. Cartwright (could have been Mrs. Cartwright, but let’s leave it at Ms. for purposes of this story) in my memory was at least 6 feet tall with long blond hair and bright green eyes.  She drove an orange Corvette Stingray and always wore a smock that barely covered her short skirts.  Art in my school was a once a week session where the fittest would get the attention and the rest of us would be given a box of Crayola to color by number.  

Teachers do not teach art, teachers discover the artists in students.  I was never discovered, but I always adored Ms. Cartwright.  I still imagine what those special students got that I didn’t.     

Today, with no children being left behind, no bully zones, happy times after school clubs, and so many other fabulous programs, all grade school kids are now being given equal support to be an artist.  Darwin is dead and all children are equal, there is no more discovery of budding artists.  Of course, there are some kids that are more talented than others, but everyone has to be treated the same. Sure, all parents should proudly display the heart and soul of their child’s art efforts, but some art work is better suited on the refrigerator door.  

Art class now is much more homogenous now than it was back in the days of Ms. Cartwright.  Even though I was never touched by my art teacher, I knew that there were kids that would survive in an art battle and the rest of us should focus on language arts or something less visually beautiful and appealing.  I will focus on providing compliments and encouragement to the creators of pictures of landscapes with tall trees and fluffy clouds that more resemble a disastrous nuclear meltdown. 

As I learned from the Happy Time Club, two positives are greater than one negative. 

This was written as a blog throwdown against http://mmaskill.blogspot.com/ 

I am sure I got my ass kicked.  My take on the title “Art: Then and Now” didn’t go the way I thought it would.

I miss it already

So, here it is two days after the finale of Improv Battle Royale with Cheese and I miss it already.  I miss the prepartion, the planning, the performing and the audience.  Sure, its been ardous at times and it has been time consuming, but this show gave me so much joy.  Since the first show in March until now, I have developed and grown as an improv artist.  This is like, my opionion man, but I think its true.  Center stage was my home.

Its time for a break, but I have a plan for next season.  I will be putting together my improv umbrella.  More to come.

Thank you to all the supporters.  Can’t wait to share the future.

Road Trip Music

Here is the music that kept me company during a road trip south.  From Indiana to Atlanta, I had 11 hours of windshield time.  I was able to work out a few things that have been on my mind while listening to music.

Here is the order of tunes:

Lemonheads:  Come on feel the lemonheads. Favorite road trip music

David Bazan: Curse your branches.  My first DB record.  Getting ready for the house show on Dec 14 (thank you Dugger)

Ryan Adams and the Cardinals:  Cardinalogy.  Fix it and Magik are great tunes that inspire me.

REM: Accelerate.  Typically Monster is the necessary REM album, but I wanted to listen to Accelerate again.  This is an under appreciated album.

Lenny Kravitz: Lenny  Not my favorite Lenny, but it is good road music.

Lemonheads: Varshons.  I really dig this cover album.

Wicked:  Original Cast Recording.  Nothing screams Kentucky like a good musical soundtrack.

Rent: Original Cast Recording:  See above.

Basement Jaxx: Rooty.  Where’s your head at?

LaRoux:  LaRoux:  I dig Elanor Jackson.  She is a bit Annie Lennox and a bit Confessions of a Dance Floor era Madoona

Madonna:  Confessions of a Dance Floor.  Inspired by LaRoux

Mika:  The boy who knew too much.  Such a guilty pleasure for me.  Mika is so much fun…the album is a musical journey.

The rest of the trip was on shuffle.