MARCH MADNESS AND THE AMBITIOUS SOLDIER
My head is spinning, and not playing roulette or russian-roulette. Happens when I realize the game is rigged. Odds and it all goes in favor of the number-man. But then again, has become more and more difficult to be gender specific. Ban on this and that. Court Martial and even The General is being held accountable. My task for today is to write this blog and not go sideways, meaning fall over from a spin that makes the world on its axis, be detrimental, to me. So I can’t be gender specific and make it through this day. Make one slip and the fingers point towards you, and this is something I truly want to avoid. So darkness and subliminal void, we can talk around the subject and come up with alternatives.
And this I will try to do, in this blog. Take the familiar and package it, for maximum attention by the readership. And is my idea in the first place. To be ambitious. To soldier on. To be in the game on the way to the end, and have a chance to win, and maybe if I play my cards right, will have a good day. Brother often plays poker with the guys, and has fun. As for me, I like the opposite sex. And now congratulate myself for being able to say all that, without being gender specific. And wonder how long I can stay with the hot dice and be on a roll, and never leave with my pockets empty.
Difficult to make my cause and tell this as I wish to, when there is a ban on almost everything. The hammer comes down, and the bell rings, and we are put on alert, there is a penalty for all this, and there will be more losers than winners. Count on that. But for the moment I’d like to play. Take on the role of the ambitious soldier, or the one focused on March Madness and picking The Perfect Bracket. Now that introduces the subject of this blog. There will be more.
It will be difficult getting this right. Start with The-Ambitious-Soldier, and being gender-non-specific, we have no clue if this player is stacked, or said better, is playing with a stack of chips and hence is able to bluff through a difficult hand, to win. Bluffing is part of the game. Having said that, I need to do more homework on the subject. And part of the homework will be to determine what is important here, and state the subject clear. But most of the time we don’t do that. We have our special way, to talk about you and I, but not endure a libel suit or end up on hot seat, with punitive action sure to come.
And that is why its such a challenge to write this blog today. Can’t really challenge the powers that be. But will mention, that it is not often that a General goes to court, to fight the battle that will make or break a long and productive career. And for the moment I remind myself. It will be difficult getting this right. Who is or was the ambitious soldier. Will have to wait for the judge and jury on that one. Can’t state my opinion, until it all over.
And this I know. Picking the perfect bracket is never easy. But then again, that is what makes me get excited. College basketball. Difficult to win. Difficult to know who will actually play in the finals. Who will win. Ambitious-soldier or the-empowered-general. Who will win a billion dollars, when its all over. ? Does anybody care?
Took me awhile to figure out what this blog is about. But now I feel better. Its about reading the small print. Halfway through the blog, and it dawns on me. I have no clue how this all works. Adultery. Cheating. Defying all odds. And winning depends on how ambitious you are, and of course it depends on reading the contract or rules for the game. In this case, I am going back to March Madness, which is a branded way of talking about a specific basketball tournament that involves college teams. Turns out the billionaire Warren Buffett has partnered with the Cleveland Cavaliers owner Dan Gilbert and Quicken Loans, to offer to anyone who fills out a perfect bracket for the 2014 Men’s Collegiate Basketball Tournament. Now we are clear. And its all about the small print. How you win. How you make your money.
And that of course is an impressive feat. How do you offer a billion dollars for picking the perfect bracket, and still make money on the game you play?
And that is what interests me most. Read the small print and you discover. The-Ambitious-Soldier is a women. Now that blows my cover. Cards on the table. Now you see them. One is a women. The other a man. And so now perhaps you will lose interest now. And I will spend the rest of the day, wondering if I should have been gender-non-specific, from beginning to end, as I had intended to. But I took the bait. Billion dollars for picking the perfect march madness bracket. Then to read the small print, and realize that the billion dollars is spread over 40 years of pay-outs.
And of course, if you want to touch all the money, you have to live another 40 years. And chances are it will all end up in court and that is what interests me the most. Who really wins. Ambitious-Soldier. Betting it all. March Madness. And its exciting. Billion dollars for getting it right. And what happens when you get it wrong. Guess that’s where the small print comes into play, and that we will leave for another day. Shall we?
Hung Jury. Gender Non-Specific.
I AM WITH THE BLOND
Happy, pretty and free. That’s what I want. For you. For me. For the people. Is my tea time thought for this day. Have time to burn, as we added an extra hour to the routine. Daylight Savings Time protocol, and here I am with the blond, celebrating. Truth is, its not about who I am with. Does it matter? Older and Wiser now. Be with the one you love, or go it alone, and find a friendly face to be with, from time to time. So that’s mostly all I have to say, about the one you are with. Truth is, I want this blog to be about projection and protection. Wearing protection, and as a side-trip, about wigs and bad hair day.
Time moves forward, by a clever trick. Manipulate the clock, suddenly we are all an hour older. And am here to say, this is really about messing with her head. Red, black or blue, does it matter and if so, where do we go with this conversation next. Small town. Everybody knows me. What does it matter that I dye my hair, or put on a wig. Can’t really hide, and is the truth that they snapped a picture of me, and posted it on the web. Suddenly I am with the blond, or am the blond, or just in case you missed it, having a bad hair day. And on top of it all, they Spring Ahead. And here we are. Messing with my head. Once or twice a year. Am I happy.
Probably not.
So it happens to everybody, once in a lifetime or so. You end up with the blond, and have your 10 minutes of fame. Get the looks, and the shadow. People asking, " Why is she with him?" And before it starts, that is how it ends. Day 2 and he is back to walking his dog, and nobody asks, " Was it a wig?" Basically a short conversation, and he is on his bike, Helmet Head and he is headed out of town. Had enough. Was a mistake to be signaled out, posted and talked about. Not that it was all a mistake, but it drew unwanted attention. Nothing stops time and declining looks, but even so, its a simple thing, learning how to do it. Nothing to hide. A wig is just a wig. Easy way to change shape and color and be stylish, when truth is, you are not in the mood to pretty up, but family and routine dictates a going out party. And so it happens. Messing With The Head. Turning the clocks forward. Going out when you really didn’t want to. It happens.
Don’t obsess. Try to be natural and relaxed. Winter and the wind blows in all directions at once. Who you are with, or what looks they carry, loses importance when you slip and slide around on ice. Best to just get on with it. In and Out. Takes practice to not be overly conscious about looks. But mostly to prolong life expectancy, just relax. Father Time moves forward. Spring Forward. There will be time to shape up for the beach. Soon, but not today. Just get your chores done. Don’t be the intellectual on a slippery slope. Drop the thought that this is a good or bad hair day. Drop the thought that my wig just blew away in a 20 mile an hour wind. Forget about it.
But in a good way.
They messed with the clock. They messed with my head. But that’s how yesterday was. Today, I am with the blond, and things will be different. So I say. Get it done. And come back tomorrow and we will talk, test the waters, and see how we feel. About yesterday. Messing with the clocks. Messing with my head. Forget about those things. Its still winter and March Madness is about to begin.
Damn Yankees.
AROUND THE VILLAGE
Looking out my window to the outside, and its fair to say, "Nasty and maybe I should stay inside, until things improve." This performance, day after day, is worthy of an Oscar nomination. Not a professional, so I won’t win. But it helps me pass the day. Winter and March and to make things worse, this is the weekend we Spring Ahead. Turn the clocks forward, and mess with your biological timing system. Little things like this affect me. Nasty weather. Weekend and you want some action, but if you stay home, it all gets like a simulation or video game. Nasty weather and fooling around, with the clocks. Nice phrase. Spring ahead.
But have done this before and what I know, is that all of this puts me in the mood to pull the covers over my head, block out the morning light, and yes. Sleep it off. But then the real me comes to life. " Do something, even if it is wrong." And that of course is how I came up with an alternative life, that turned into the Me-You-See today. And is why I never go onto the web and web-cam chat. Never say never, but mostly its not pretty what I see around me. Common and ordinary. And this inspires me to take a walk around the village, staying close to the buildings and out of the rain. And that works, if you are willing to endure a little hardship. And isn’t that what life is about? Making it through another day. Around The Village I need to go, to see how others are doing. So I ask.
"How are you?" "What’s up?"
Created a new routine. Tis artificial reality for me. Goes around the situation, where out the window peek returns a nasty weather phase, and now my first option for after-breakfast action goes up in smoke. But if you follow the rules, you have to go out to smoke. Smoking ban. " Go outside." Instead on goes the computer. Blogging time. But first, I go to the webcam channel, dial in Iowa City, Iowa and see what the people are doing on Main Street.
And that’s how I came up with going Around-The-Village, digitally. A portal to something different, but then you find that its not all that different, when you go to the same place everyday, look in and after a week or so, it is what it is. Small town Main Street. Saturday morning and hours ahead of where you are. Just planning my day, while these folks on Main Street are moving towards a setting sun, or clouds that turn into a obscured sky with darkness descending. My point, a walk around the village, and soon you realize. Different places and different lives playing out their destiny.
And basically it is all the same. What do you learn by watching people in a far away place. Of course, I could tell you what some people in Iowa City, Iowa. U.S.A. , are doing, but heck if you have the inclination and a computer and bandwidth, you can go and see it all for yourself. So who needs me?
And that will not become the focus of this blog. Not worried about what happens day after day, and we reach a point where we turn the clocks ahead, and it becomes obvious. "Who needs that." Who needs Old Fella, lamenting that its bad weather outside and suddenly he has nothing to do. A full day without plans or ambition, or places to go and something to do. Who needs that, when the rest of us are trying to make a living, feed our family, and go shopping on the only days we are not at work. So instead. An artificial reality is created. Online and facebook happy. How ya doing?
And its best to post a picture, rather than say, " Nasty Weather. I’m depressed." And it makes me wonder, how all those people in Alaska and Russia and well north of the 49th parallel get along through those long and harsh winters we know are out there, but seldom see first hand.
And so that very thought helps me get over what ever it is that is limiting me. My thoughts. My attitude. My reality. Over time and what have I become? Guess that is a subject for another day. What I need to do is put my hat and coat on. Step out. Make a trip around the village, and see how others are doing? Around The Village. Real or Digital. A magical destination for all that seems to stand in my way. Throw open the windows. Open the door. Step out. And see what happens. Beyond artificial reality. Get real. Smile. Laugh. Duck and cover. Do what you must do, but don’t let it all get away, just because its nasty out there, and you choose to stay in bed.
And when you see her, be sure to ask,
"How are you doing? What’s up."
PREDOMINANTLY HORSERADISH
One major thought came to me this morning. Came as a whisper in a crowded room, and it was the real me, speaking up. And that happens from time to time, but not often. Mostly I am equal to wind resistance, and that comes as another major topic to address, but not now. Major thought: " Can’t make my point and sound scholarly, when you are sitting on my lap. I get distracted." Not sure that is all I wanted to say, but inspired me to address sincere response to a point taken: They are talking about me.
And maybe they, is but one source, but this I know. Public blog . He writes. He posts. He checks the comments. And yet, its not really a facebook knee-jerk place. Its writing and space, and stoney fills that description. Spacey. Came aboard and did the protocol. Salute and Stand Proper. And then, it dawned on me. Unique Friend. And that begins this blog and my attraction to the written word and those who express all that they do. Lead In: Predominantly Horseradish. Let’s talk about it. Starting now.
Influence over others. Is this power and the purpose of unique? No clue, I am on something here, and its clouding my judgment. Blowing smoke, and suggesting that we don’t probe too deep. Nothing to hide, but then again, nothing to reveal that is earth-shaking, either. Don’t want to be singled out, and sometimes is obvious why. Bitcoin founder, and now they are pointing fingers and naming names. And he says, " Its not me." Visibly shaken and stirred. Bond 007 and we realize its pure entertainment. Always wanted to be a Bond Girl, but had a yearly medical checkup recently, and my doctor said, " That’s not happening." So now what does that leave me with. And am here to say. " Predominantly Horseradish."
And just the mentioning, causes a spin and a misdirected sampling of his inner self. And if you knew, would you come back, seeking more. More what? And that gets me thinking. Unique Friend. Curse or Earned Praise of the essential, that comes into a dark and cold winter day, and makes me smile. Basic reprieve. No question here. I know what a unique friend is. Promising and Respectful. Presence is the key. And baseball, but we can talk about that later, if I have any word power left once we discuss horseradish and other important water-cooler topics on this day.
Telling secrets about the diamond that sparkles. Spring Training. Sun and the boys hitting a ball around. Look forward to it. Makes for a good morning, drinking tea and reading sports news, or in the case of modern-day-me, using technology to get what is good for me. And suggesting hypnosis to solve my problems, and do what I do. Mop-up crew. Blog said, " Unique Friend Tribute." And he said, and she said, begins. Topic between genders, and do they even speak the same language. Not important yet. First of the month and all my bills are paid. So nothing to disturb me. Getting life done. Making history, in an abstract way. Surveillance cameras and they keep track of me. Living proof, I am.
And what is the point ? Do tell. Refuting the claim of the unique label. Simply say, " We are all special." And leave it at that. But then he wants to say more. Needs to have the last word, on any subject expressed. Not really, but goes on in his strange way. Suggesting and probing the unthinkable and the probable unknown. And suggests, Predominantly Horseradish.
And wants to leave it like that. Pure and Simple. Horseradish as a life extension. Blowing smoke and confusing the subject, when all that was said in a yesterday blog was: Unique Friend Tribute Blog. And now I get it. Makes sense. Sinus Problems in a harsh climate. Can’t breath. Can’t get enough of you. You. Like fresh air and sunshine. Lights my way. Shows a clear path to a better way. Brings me to you.
And you do that for me. Telling secrets again, but must say. Correspondence and Friend. Its you. You are the diamond that sparkles and makes my day. Bunt. Hit. Walk. WE Score. And that’s really all that needs to be said. Here and Now. On The Subject. Predominately Horseradish. Unique Friends. Bitcoin Crypto-currency. In denial. " It’s not me."
