I Am With The Blond

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

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

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." 


 

milestones music and the selfie

 MILESTONES   MUSIC   AND THE SELFIE






My thoughts today are pushed in the direction of this blog and its content, inspired by contact, indirect, yet finding a place in concrete expression.  Milestones, music and the selfie, all going down hill, when 1980’s is the high and low point, depending on who you are and your personal assessment of things.  Downhill as a reference to the Russian Winter Olympics, now complete.  Nervous disorder and bad network programming prevented me from full enjoyment, and mostly enjoying the idea that it is over.  







So what is it I want to address in this session?  Started this yesterday, and now its tomorrow.  You know what I mean.  Days approach and replace the other, making for a constant flow where you forget how it really was.  Pick out a few points of conversation and make that your key address.  " I was young.  The music was good.  I did like to party."  And this is a constant with milestones and music.  They serve to connect the young and old, even if you just laugh at the idea of Elvis standing on stage or in front of a camera on the Ed Sullivan Show.  As if it didn’t happen, and now I want to include the SELFIE.  Please pardon me, if I have no clue.  This is coming from one who does not own a cell phone or the mega-camera that makes the Selfie possible.





We know that it comes down to being local and self-centered.  It can’t get any worse than a world of black and white movies without sound.  Or can it.  Ask me and I will say, " This is about me."  And its obvious, The-Me-Me-Me generation has taken all of this to the next level.  Guns and Rap and Music.  Might disturb me.  But everybody else seems to know what The Selfie is all about, and goes on with life.  Not sure I am right, and is why I am writing this blog.  I am amused.  



A New Spawn.  Small importence, to be replaced by a new creation, sooner than one would expect.  Rapid change and Milestones.  Maybe that is the true meaning of life.  Not sure.  Still working on the greater aspect of you and I and the party-people.  I do know, that without music, I would not have survived this long.  So I say a prayer to Elvis and the people who made 78 RPM records.  It had to start somewhere.  Why not:  Me-Me-Me. ?




I think it is essential to realize how its over before it starts.  We get this, when we listen to old music.  Music of our youth, etched into us.  We smile when there is a come-back and for a short while the old guys get on stage, play their music, and then go away.  We pay.  We play.  We are happy.  Celebrating Flaming Lips or that group or person that inspired us to live at full speed, have babies, and not bad-mouth any of this, including The Selfie.  




For the most part, I stay away from the Naked Selfie.  Know it happens and must serve notice to the body parts that are usually missing , but then again it has to do with common decency and social law.  Perhaps the cell phone and Instagram is changing all that, but not for me.  Older now.  Seen most of this in black and white.  Have children of my own.  Done.  Done.  And I repeat.  I think it is essential to realize how it is over before it starts.  




Looking on the bright side.  There is now a SELFIE MUSEUM.  Some place to put all of this, the conversation and the reality.  Warp and Shift and steady progression.  Didn’t see it coming, but they did.  The Me-Me-Me people.  God bless them all.  The unexpected happened and it was beautiful to me.  At Woodstock or some other gathering of the tribe.  Primitive.  And look at us now.  With a family pass, going to a show in Melbourne, Sydney, Brisbane or Perth, or mostly where you are.  Hard to imagine.  Young wild child, now taking their babies to their first concert.  




Music blaring loud, and surely you remember the first time.  And that is where it all begins.  Milestones and Music and The Selfie.  Didn’t see the last part coming for me at the Rest Home.  But now, its true.  Serious digital-age penetration.  Guess my psyche can handle it.  Lived through  Elvis and The Beattle love songs, and then The Rolling Stones and The Who. 




Won’t be the one to say, " Are we there yet? "  Would be foolish to think Me-Me-Me is the last of it.  Introduce yourself.  Show me something.  Now move on.  3-4 billion on the planet and you have seen nothing yet.  Amazing technology.  Amazing you.   And then there is me.  Almost forgotten.  But not yet.   Say Woodstock.  Now go drink your tea.  Let’s get this day started.  You and I and The Selfie.  In living color.   Cue the music.  Live on.

The Dating Investment

INVESTMENT AND  DATING




The sun is going down on the beach.  People are packing up and going home, but you must remember, as a child or as a young mother, when the kids are at water’s edge or in the water, and they hear you calling, " Time to Come In. ", and they just ignore you.  I am having that kind of day.  Neither in the water, or am being ignored, perhaps somewhere in between.  Either way, there is a disconnect that seeks a resolution.  A beautiful day in the sun.  At the beach.  Now shadow is covering me, and I must move to get full benefit of the warming rays.  Winter up north, and Summer down south.  How far south, well I suspect that is up to you and your present day resources.  So lets just say, some are active and some are not.





The-Are-Not-People and I have been in the shade, propped up, reading.  The topic:  101 things every new investor needs to know.  And remember.  At the beach.   And I get distracted.  Kids are playing and I am more or less alone to do my own thing.  Which is reading and not really being active in life.   Reading is a mental thing.  My thing.  A real mental case.  Some would say.  Book Worm. Online phone or computer.  E-reader even.  But for now, I will not get into a debate.  The sun is going down.  Time to pack it up.  Go home or somewhere else.  That’s the basics.  " Time To Come In." 

Call it a day.



At the beach.  Reading about Investment.  And the window in the chat area comes alive.  It says:  " Talking to you as often as we do online, has become a real chore, and I must tell you, a real time investment for me.  Hope you are worth it.  Trust you won’t disappoint me."  And at first I blame it on the sun.  Totally distracted.  Young people in scant attire passing in front of me, during most of this beautiful beach day. 



And its easy to get too involved.  Be it reading.  Or making sure the children are not swept out to sea, while you are fooling around on your computer.  Daunting task, real life and how routine matters, are now quite complex. Pretty much you must pick your way through the jungle of choices that are out there and hidden in the vines and undergrowth, mostly digital.  Reading about Wall Street and money investment.  A friend online reminds me, online friendships are an investment, too. 





And so here I am.  Sun not quite down.  Kids still in the surf playing.  Now I have more than a little on my mind, and I realize how little I know.  About this subject.  Investment.  Dating.  Real Life on and off-line.  And is boiled down to basics, when the kids surround you, saying:  " I’m hungry.  What’s to eat? "  And at that point it all gets real.  Nothing theoretical about it.  One is forced to act.  ROI  ( return on investment ) must wait. 





And its best to give it no mind, when somebody online challenges you, with evaluating self-worth and the dating aspect of having friends online.  Maybe its not dating at all, but how do you know?  That becomes one of the unknowns that come up when you read and try to understand.  Investment.  Dating.  Real Life.


I think you have heard all of this before.  Talked about it.  With friends.  Is long distance relationship the same as talking to a friend daily on the IM Chat Channel?  Not sure.  Not sure if I am wasting my time, trying to figure any of this out.  Little ones at the beach, playing and doing well without me.  They need their alone-time and privacy, as long as they are protected and safe.  So it catches me by surprise, when suddenly somebody comes online and tells me, they don’t want to chat anymore. 






And I tell myself, I need to study up.  Have no clue.  Investment.  Dating.  Real Life.  And never thought about it this way before.  Am a confident man.  But having children changes all that.  Can never be for certain that you are the boss, the man, and the final authority.  But you get the message.  At the beach is still real life.  It has consequences.  The rest is unclear.  Does having friends on the internet have consequences too?  And like I said.  To each his own.  I think you have heard all of this before.  What is the impact of the unintended consequence, when your day at the beach is interrupted by a very important message.  She said,  " Pay attention.  I have time invested in you." 



And suddenly you understand.  Investment.  Dating.  Real Life.  Its all one, in the modern age.  No separation.  Its all in front of you.  Think fast.  Be in control.  Have something of value to exchange in the present moment.  Say.  " I understand.  Can we discuss this tomorrow.  I’m at the beach and the sun is going down.  Need to pack up.  Get the Littles home safely and all that." 

And I am pleased when I see the reply.  " Y-certainly my friend.  Good talking to you.  Have an investment or two myself.  Take care of yourself.  Be safe."  And suddenly you understand.  We live in a complicated world. 

Real Time.

ON A DIFFERENT MOON

A DIFFERENT MOON

It doesn’t have to make sense to me, I participate regardless.  Was thinking this, when I sat down to drink tea and get my day started, and all I could think about was writing a blog, even as I had no topic nor inclination to fabricate one.  But then, as is the usual process, it came to me.  The content for today’s write, materialized and began to format itself on the page.  And it was as if I was sitting here, On A Different Moon, watching it happen. 

And it will be easier to explain, in hindsight and after this blog is posted and others get involved.  But the universe is vast.  And different moons are more numerous than one might think.  From earth view, the bright yellow full moon that stands over me and the shoreline that is my boundary between sense and insanity, changes very little.  But the fact is, each and every day, change is constant. 





And as it all adds up to complete the passage between the journey and the destination, I realize.  Its difficult to finish the puzzle of life in general.  Split screens and silly intersections of cross-traffic, and it is most difficult in a global world seen with surveillance cameras, to see the universal view of a life I have lived.  Under a microscope.  A colony of humans.  First World War.  Then Baby Boomer production.  And now from the point of an aging population, I look around.  

With surveillance  camera. 

And nothing seems familiar.  Like being On A Different Moon.  I take it all in, but struggle to relate as I write it all down, hoping later to find comprehension, floating between the word-flow that makes this blog what it is.  What it is.  Just part of the puzzle I will never finish.  Comprehension will never be;  What I thought it would be, in the beginning.  But like I said.  It doesn’t have to make sense to me,

 I participate regardless.






I watch with camera-eyes on a world-wide-hook, that relocates my senses with a click of a mouse.  Makes possible mind travel.  A sense that I am everywhere, but not where I think I am.  Takes time and comprehension to assemble the pieces of the puzzle, and put it all together.  The total picture and understanding of where I have been, for what purpose, and for what results.  On a computer.  Global manipulation at every level, and even as it makes no sense to me, much like being shown a different moon, without the possibility of putting a foot on it.  I participate thanks to visualization and remote viewing.  The process completes me, and I think myself better for this experience of being there in the mind’s eyes.  But not in reality.  





And this brings me to the point that is being made.  Global and Universal and even off-planet, and it all includes me, because we now have cameras in space, that zoom in and out, and while doing all that, locate me in the process.  Theoretically, it all can be seen and analyzed and comprehended.  But not by me.  Which substantiates the point this blog is making. It doesn’t have to make sense to me, I participate regardless. 

 And I wonder why.




 And now I am waiting for the opposite point of view.  When those On A Different Moon, look down on me.  And say, " This man and his life is incomprehensible to me."  And they do not participate.  

End of Subject.