Saturday, November 21, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Global Cooling
Fall colors, smells, and temperature; all bring back a rush of memories of things that once were, or perhaps never were. Hopes, dreams, and new beginnings like the frost settling atop dried fallen leaves. Apprehension of what lies ahead, termpered by the devout knowledge that warm sunshine and happier times follow, like they have every year before.
And what then, when those times don't come? The snow continues to fall, the ice thickens and cracks under its own weight, the sun never returns like it once did to warm the earth and bring color and smell and touch back to life. Cut grass on a warm summer night, sweat evaporating from skin as the moon cools the air; things never to again be known except in memories.
So what then, again, when those times don't come, when the realization dawns that the Ice Age is, once again, upon us? And never again in our lifetime will the hot breath of the sun touch skin, instead it will always be tempered by the cold winter air...
Look ahead, and soldier on, then, as always, for life is what we make it. It is said that there are plenty of pleasures to be found in the coldest depths of winter. One just has to know where to look, and to recognize them when they are found.
A memory, after all, is just hope focused on the past...
And what then, when those times don't come? The snow continues to fall, the ice thickens and cracks under its own weight, the sun never returns like it once did to warm the earth and bring color and smell and touch back to life. Cut grass on a warm summer night, sweat evaporating from skin as the moon cools the air; things never to again be known except in memories.
So what then, again, when those times don't come, when the realization dawns that the Ice Age is, once again, upon us? And never again in our lifetime will the hot breath of the sun touch skin, instead it will always be tempered by the cold winter air...
Look ahead, and soldier on, then, as always, for life is what we make it. It is said that there are plenty of pleasures to be found in the coldest depths of winter. One just has to know where to look, and to recognize them when they are found.
A memory, after all, is just hope focused on the past...
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Halloween!
I love Halloween - the cute girl at the Dunkin Donuts drive through today was wearing a stripper school-girls outfit, complete with pig tails. WOOT!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
I Survived Fantasy Fest and all I got was this stupid hangover...
Oh man. First off, let me say that if you've seen one set of painted boobies, you've seen them all. Until a pair of 300-pound white girls come strolling down the sidewalk towards you completely buck naked and painted all up. Which begs the question: does that cost more because it uses more paint?
I have been to New Orleans for Mardis Gras, and everything I expected from that experience was trumped in spades this weekend down in Key West, and it's only the opening weekend - things don't really kick off until later in the week. We saw all sorts of things: painted boobies everywhere, a man at an outdoor Cuban bar wearing nothing but butterfly wings, dolphins frollicking in the water, a parapallegic drag queen, and a beautiful sunset over the tropical waters of the southern-most point of the US - interrupted only briefly by, you guessed it: boobies.
True story - right after I took this picture is when we saw the dolphins - they were following the pictured boat and jumping out of the water. Apparently all mammals like mammaries.
B and I spent the weekend alternating between doing nothing and all sorts of things, and it was fantastic.
He was a fantastic host, as always, and I am everymore drawn to the beautiful southern part of our country, which is where I once again feel as though I should be instead of here.
And just when I thought I couldn't drink any more, when I stopped across the street to pick up my mail after flying home I was instantly handed a sipping glass of some really good tequila. And had three. Hair of the dog, and all.
When you get back from the tropics it seems that all you can say is that Life is Good. Tomorrow I return to work, which I am actually looking forward to, as I am to the rest of my life, which despite the current weather forecast is looking good in every way.
I have been to New Orleans for Mardis Gras, and everything I expected from that experience was trumped in spades this weekend down in Key West, and it's only the opening weekend - things don't really kick off until later in the week. We saw all sorts of things: painted boobies everywhere, a man at an outdoor Cuban bar wearing nothing but butterfly wings, dolphins frollicking in the water, a parapallegic drag queen, and a beautiful sunset over the tropical waters of the southern-most point of the US - interrupted only briefly by, you guessed it: boobies.
True story - right after I took this picture is when we saw the dolphins - they were following the pictured boat and jumping out of the water. Apparently all mammals like mammaries.
B and I spent the weekend alternating between doing nothing and all sorts of things, and it was fantastic.
He was a fantastic host, as always, and I am everymore drawn to the beautiful southern part of our country, which is where I once again feel as though I should be instead of here.
And just when I thought I couldn't drink any more, when I stopped across the street to pick up my mail after flying home I was instantly handed a sipping glass of some really good tequila. And had three. Hair of the dog, and all.
When you get back from the tropics it seems that all you can say is that Life is Good. Tomorrow I return to work, which I am actually looking forward to, as I am to the rest of my life, which despite the current weather forecast is looking good in every way.
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