Thoughts on writing, living, and believing…
…but it still hurts. It doesn’t help that I was right all along. Oh well, congrats to the Highlighter Yellow & Blue for their miraculous win. No way you guys miss the Final Four…right?
While I sit in my puddle of bitter disappointment—again—join me won’t you in some music. And nothing expresses disappointment better than crappy music. Let’s go back once more to a time before indoor plumbing became all the rage.
Here’s one of the campiest and worst of the ’70’s…
To quote Chicago’s own Jim Nayder, “Sweet Lord!”
Steven Mateen Izzo! You take that back right now!
Never mind that I picked Duke too. That’s not the point.
Well, I was wrong about UM, Gtown, Gonzaga, and New Mexico, so I hope I’m wrong again.
So I come home after a long day of black market kitten peddling, I mean, writing, and my van’s gone! I hitch a ride with this dude who shares the same dumpster as me, and we go down to the impound lot. The man at the county impound says I was parked illegally.
When I say, “No way! There’s no sign by the river says I can’t park there!” He says, “Park district regulations prohibit loitering, camping, or other misuse of public land.” I told him I wasn’t camping, I was living there, and he told me to get out of his office…and while I was at it, to get a life.
Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise, cuz when the spring rains come, it’ll give new meaning to “I can’t move because my house’s underwater.” Anyway, I need $150 to get my van back. So do me a solid and buy something at the Chewing Glass General Store, huh? Thanks! Maybe I can return the favor some time.
Continue reading “The County Towed My Van!”
As a child, I was forced to suffer many indignities, but none of them left as painful a scar as being subjected to Rem Wall’s Green Valley Jamboree.
My dear parents even dragged me to Deer Forest in Coloma, not to see the animals or ride the rides, but to see Rem and his boys perform live on stage.
From what I remember, The Green Valley Boys were on Saturday nights just before we went to Mass. There’s nothin’ like country music to put you in the mood for salvation! When we got home, we’d have supper where I would get a dose of Lawrence Welk for good measure. Helps keep your mind on your bizness! [Grandpa Simpson voice]
Those of you who’ve derided my taste in music in times past, should therefore cut me some slack. You can see the damage that was done by these passive-aggressive parental tortures.
Anyhoo, misery loves him some company so here ya go…
Continue reading “Repressed Memories”
I’m no art critic, but I appreciate creativity and here’s creativity on a very large scale. Christo, who you might have heard of for his surreal art installations, has done it again with the, ahem, Big Air Package. Strange on the outside, kinda magical on the inside.
Christo and his late wife collaborated on some truly whimsical art such as Surrounded Islands and the Wrapped Reichstag. With the Big Air Package, he created a giant balloon inside an empty gas storage tank. Give the man credit for his project management chops, because doing stuff this big has got to be complicated as hell!
Now, we all know that some of what passes for art, clearly isn’t. Say what you like about Christo, he definitely makes you stop and think. It’s just too bad that we as a society have become so jaded, that we only react to stunts, and not to the beauty that surrounds us every day.
If spring ever comes, go outside and stare at a flower for a while. I’ll bet it will elicit a quiet “Wow!”
Continue reading “Meanwhile, in the World of Art…”
…yeah, whatever. It’s still flerggin’ cold outside!
I’m told it’s the fault of the Greenland Block, an enormous area of high pressure which forces all the normal west-to-east weather patterns south.
The practical upshot being, that we get a regular dose of arctic, Canadian air which is perfect for constant waves of snow and cold. I’m sure those of you who live in Michigan and the Northeast are sick and tired of it by now.
Well, blame Canada. Or Greenland. Or better yet, the Danes, since they still control Greenland. Anyway, welcome to Spring!
Continue reading “BTW, Happy Vernal Equinox…”
