THE END
November 27, 2013
This is my last post on this blog. Out of space. Which is a great title for the next Star Trek. I will open a new blog soon and place a link on this page.
My other blogs are:
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bless all the mothers…
November 25, 2013
I do feel like I’m talking to myself. Not on the phone with a friend talking. But actually screaming into a canyon talking. The net is like an echo.
Bad teeth and broken promises
November 25, 2013
Hangover today. Last night I finished a bottle of scotch. Because I wanted to stop drinking. I hate habits. So I figured if there was no booze around I wouldn’t drink. So now I’m thinking that ‘sobriety’ caused my hangover.
I’m going to smack him
November 16, 2013
The next time a guy tells me that he loves women, I’m going to smack him on the back of the head.
Woman in a corner
November 13, 2013
Young people remind me of fields of daffodils.
Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I’m often no fun
November 12, 2013
Sometimes I feel as if I have no feelings. That I live inside of my own head. Except when I’m around my best friends. And I wonder why they put up with me. I’m often no fun.
a ‘rationalization’ fix
November 11, 2013
I’m sitting in Starbucks. Day after day. This fellow comes in and reads “The Fountainhead” by Ayn Rand. I’ve read parts. I’ve listened to interviews with Ayn Rand. I’ve watch a couple of films based on her work. She is no doubt one of the most unattractive people I have ever heard interviewed. It is this unattractiveness that has made her career. People think she must be a serious thinker.
Anyway this guy comes into Starbucks everyday. Reads his Rand. Piece by piece. He is only the second person I have met who reads Rand. The first was a very attractive woman in her 40s who swore that Rand was our Plato. She was starting a new business and Rand was her inspiration. The guy who came into Starbucks every day and read was an actor, trying to get discovered. He was also in his 40s. I think Rand’s philosophy (Nietzsche gone rancid) suits those who are desperate and need a ‘rationalization’ fix.
I’m sure Rand is very popular with the ‘tea party’ clan.
Giller PriZe – Show gLitz
November 8, 2013
I’m not big on award shows. They make me want to throw up my lunch. Now the literati in Canada have managed to take a bad idea (the Giller Prize) and turn it into a pale imitation of the Oscars.
Everything about the show is glitz. I have some sympathy for the writers involved who have to go through this ordeal. Its like a spoof from Second City.
Mike Duffy Two Step
November 6, 2013
One of the most interesting characters in recent Canadian history. Right up there with Rob Ford except he’s more articulate.
Ted Cruz is a Canadian
November 6, 2013
And we’re not particularly proud of it.
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