Playing By Ear as a way of life
Some say Je ne sais quoi, we say Blog-Worthy. Now, what is “Je ne sais quoi?” More specifically, what is “Blog-Worthy?”
Let me direct you to the scene that my eyes took in as I stepped outside to the back porch.
You can probably guess what the first words that came out of my mouth wereâ€â€besides, “…do I really need to ask?”
Some friends of ours came over for some merriment and . . . whatever goes along good with that. (Food!*) Anywho, for the merriment, Kyle (yes, there’s more than one) and I sandwiched Luke, creating the Kyle Sandwich Experience, and attempted a Bluegrass Weave.
*What doesn’t go good with food?**
**Watching a birth?
Finger Rock, Arizona
I was one troubled teenager for a time. I’d go off to the mountains for some peace and solitude. I wasn’t all that concerned with my safety either, life didn’t seem to offer much advantage over death. For instance, one year I climbed Finger Rock (photo right) without ropes. Going up was easy; going down was terrifying. Yikes! Was this a latent suicidal death wish? I guess not, primarily because I am not all that emotional by nature. Although, neither am I drawn to rock climbing or thrill seeking in general, so who knows. As a kid I heard stories about a guy falling off Finger Rock and breaking so many bones that his body turned to the consistency of Jello. Recalling that probably got me to turn around before reaching the top (and so saved my life, no doubt).…Continue reading ‘Suicide Just Doesn’t Work’
I think it’s time to revive my old morning routineâ€â€and when I say old, I mean, from earlier this year. The routine I came up with is based around a methodology called Getting Things Done (or GTD), which I’ve blogged about before.) Here’s a video of my routine:
And here’s the story behind the video, and why I was happy to watch it again after…Continue reading ‘The Morning GTD-ish Routine’
Back in the TOY (Times Of Yore), if two people wanted the same thing, whether it be a stone axe, dashing horse, or wench, they would both sit down at an easel (or rock wall, if they were wanting the stone axe) and each would list all the reasons why they deserved the object of their desire. If they couldn’t come to an agreement, then they’d bring in a wise man, usually in the daytime (because if they can’t ponder at the stars, what else are they gonna do?). Finally, if the wise man couldn’t answer the squabble, they’d just joust for it. Long story short, it was a whole production.
Wheel tracks on Mars
In discussing human affairs, an old friend said, “We as a species are so very complex and vulnerable to be lead by whoever we listen to”. I countered with, “We are a profoundly social species which accounts for how easily we can be lead. Human behavior reflects instinctive emotion… blah, blah, blah”. He countered that with, “I have seen many comparisons of primates to us. But, we, as modern man have put two little machines that send us pictures from Mars. That is a pretty big gap from primates”.…Continue reading ‘Just How Big Is The Gap?’
Good ol' 3M!
No doubt, there’s an appeal to Johnny Carson, and not just for the “Heeeere’s Johnny!” intro. His “Carnac the Magnificent” act never ceased to entertain, and not just because of that velvet sofa chair-like hat. It was the way he opened envelopes from the side. And even though Luke and I have never seen a full episode of the Johnny Carson Show, somehow we picked up that knack. However, it hasn’t boded well for us.
For instance, a few weeks ago, Luke tried it out with a mail order that arrived through our mailslot. Cool as the motion was, he unknowingly ripped the check in half…Continue reading ‘A sad tear from a tear’
Not to toot our horn myself, but we *know* Costco. We know when to go for the highest amount of samples. We know exactly how and when to swoop in and out of each sample stand with the least amount of uncomfortable standing-around time. Everything was worked out so fine and innate, that…Continue reading ‘Plan B!’
The mirror seems a mystery code
Never to be cracked
The shards of glass
Upon my feet
Were never meant to last
April showers return again
To give the seeds their due
They wet the many
But those that grow
May only be a few
Life and Death
Oh how we toil
The mind around and round
Fixed and bent
With tools once lent
We journey on our way
Not to fear but fear itself
Sounds so good to say
Sweet dreams my sweet
Down to your feet
Blessed be that march among the soil.
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