The things we forget.

Last night I ran into a guy I know. We don't hang out anymore, but there was a time when he was my best friend. We got to talking and he asked about my scar. He said, "let me see your scar", but I didn't know what he was talking about. It took a couple of minutes to flip through the pages of the past but I remembered. As kids we wrestled with a knife. I wear the proof on my hands from that day. It is not a good idea just so you know. While he was inspecting the scar, something occurred to me. I have multiple scars that are linked to my old friend. My scars are like the lines of a map connecting time and space. Time has a way of taking our memories. I see these scars all day long, as they are on my hands and face, but that isn't enough. These scars are my connection to past hurt that I have overlooked for too long. It was good to see him. As we caught up, my mind began welding together events from what seemed like a previous existence. It is as if the means for carrying these scars is not as important as the end result. Life is being aware of the scars we have, but not the reasons for them. Anyway, Eric it was awesome seeing you. I am certain our paths will cross again.

Work With Your Hands.

Every new day the world fails more than the day before. Everyday the world smells more putrid than the day before. The economy, politics, religion, race, morality, hospitality, family life and virtue are all in a state of decline. Children in school are no longer allowed to act like children because their teacher wants them on medication. Teachers blame parents and parents blame teachers for the zombie child produced in today's world. Zombie medication that makes them behave. Attentive but hollow. Boys are no longer allowed to be wild or dangerous or competitive because they are trained to be nice and courteous. They are trained to be good little boys.

The workplace is even worse because there men are being neutralized and feminized. It is not even okay to be a hairy guy. There was a time when guys with long hair and beards rocked. Now its boy-band guys with frosted tips and waxed arms. I don't even know what frosted tips are. Men are waxing and tanning regularly. How often does a guy have to wax his arms in order to keep them smooth?Men everywhere are being neutered. Most guys go home feeling useless because they have not done any real work at work. Yeah, they might have sent some emails or made some sales calls, but nothing that involved getting dirty or sweaty like the men who work with their hands everyday. Road rage is not a disease or something that requires a pill. It is people leaving work feeling totally unfulfilled. Pissed off men who feel less than at work and are flat out unsatisfied. I urge all men to find a hobby. Build something, chop wood, fish, hunt, sweat, break something, swing something, get muddy or do anything that allows you to be manly. Occupations were simple in the beginning of all things. The men were hunters, fisherman, carpenters, laborers, and warriors because that is how they learned to survive. All men have a primal flame inside burning us up to be simple. Guys everywhere listen up. Start acting like men.

Dogs!

I am owned by an Australian Blue Heeler named Nya. She is a cattle dog, in a manner of speaking. Heelers are bread as herding dogs. Really the only thing she herds is my roomate and I and his dog Monkey. Today the pest control guy came out to spray and accidentally left the gate open. Nya is used to being off-leash so she didn't go far, but Monkey is another story all together. In order to understand the personality of Monkey, a story is needed. There are certain fish in the Gulf of Mexico that you simply don't want to catch. I call them Jack fish but that is not the proper name. Anyhow, if a Jack fish gets on your line there will be trouble. The second they are hooked they start swimming out to the open ocean, which means reeling for hours. It is a pain and not really worth the trouble. That brings me back to Monkey's personality which is similar, in nature, to the Jack fish. The second she is free to run she heads out to the open ocean. Monkey points in a direction and stays the course. That makes it difficult to catch her. Today Monkey made a run for it but the pest control guy and I were able to stop her thankfully. I hope that we will have that much success the next time Monkey makes a run for it.

Febuary 14?

I am calling anyone with insight to respond to this blog.

Please enlighten me on the reason Americans feel it necessary to celebrate Febuary 14th. Is this day placed on high in other countries? I adamently refuse to call Febuary 14th by its man-made name, but most of you know what day I am referring to. You probably should if you don't and if need, we can talk later. Where did this day come from? I do not believe it to be religious in nature and or a cultural significance, which some many of you choose to be involved in. Americans race around buying up flowers, cards, little teddy bears holding hearts and the like because we desperately want to show our loved ones we care? There are 364 other days for this and I advise you to pick one.
I randomly bring my mother flowers three to four times a year just because I love her. I do not need cupid telling when to do this. I am not saying I have never celebrated this day because that would be a lie. I remember dedicating an hour of class time in grammer school to trade cards and candy and for what? Department and grocery store isles change from regular consumer colors to bright pink and red consumer colors. Sorry but I just vomited in my shirt. Many women I know dread this day because they will not be included in the so called fun. The wallets of many men, I know, dread this day also. If there were a good day to start a Revolution, it would be Febuary 14th. I urge all people to stand up against the tyrany and in one voice shout into the night, the word NO! No to over priced flowers, and No to wasted grammer school hours, No to over priced teddy bears, and No... to time shares, No to pink and red, and No to rose pedals on the bed, No to love, and NO to hate, come on everbody let me hear you say NO! Thank you, thank you very much.

The Power of Suggestion

I contend that TV is brainwashing all its viewers. One day I will be in a movie theatre and in mid-scene, a commercial will interrupt. I cannot prove this, but I do think it is the direction we as a society are heading. I know many people who see something in a commercial and feel compelled to get whatever it is days later. I ask myself why? Is the human race so weak that we simply cannot think for ourselves. Just because Kay Jewelers shows that diamonds will improve our relationships doesn't mean that it will. The car bought for a wife or husband will not make the relationship better. We will have to work on that regardless of a Lexus or an El Camino(which rocks BTW). Humans are sheep. We should all try thinking for ourselves and be mindful of what happens to sheep.

Decide already

This first line has proven to be tough for me. Es muy dificil. I was so creative earlier, but it took twenty minutes just to get signed in and now I have nothing to say.............................................................Say can anyone tell me what is in a thought? I now stumble over the keys pontificating nothing. wow. No thought I have is complete for I stop and start them adding and subtracting things from my memory that only exists in my thought. Where did that come from?
I dare not look back or I will be sidelined, lost in it, staring off with something distant in my face. The direction this is heading only the Lord knows for He is the one who has seen the destination. May He reign in our hearts................................................................Say do you understand thoughts. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

but HE can!

blog numero uno!

Here is a thought. It seems to me that our world continues to evolve with technological advances, all of which confuse me, and test my patience........but that is not the issue. Darwin brought to us "survival of the fitess" which beggs the question. Will I survive if I choose not to wear bluetooth all day, text at dinner, send regular emails or live vicarously through myspace? Will I go extinct?