A Life Worth Living
Has it really been since December 13, 2009 since I’ve contributed to this child? I feel like a neglectful parent. You know, the kind that Children’s Aid has to come in because I’ve gone out clubbing1 and left them alone with a bag of Oreo’s in the play pen.
Writing hasn’t been coming easy to me. [...]
Oh I Said That Already, Didn’t I?
You’re right, Mom. I shouldn’t let this bother me. I’m in
television now. It’s my job to be repetitive. My job. My job.
Repetitiveness is my job. (Bart Simpson)
Uh-oh. It’s happened. I’ve become one of those old timers who tell the same story OVER AND OVER.
In scanning the pool of [...]
Are The Buzzard’s Circling?
ALTERNATE TITLE…..
“Are You There God? It’s Me, Scoundrel”
“I hear it’s your Birthday (da na na na)
It’s my birthday too!”
(the Beatles)
Well, it’s my birthday today and there’s only one thing that keeps popping in my head. It’s a quote from “Absolutely Fabulous.”
“I don’t know WHY we celebrate the fact that she’s lived so bloody long!”
I mean, [...]
Ponderings Between Stops
Writing on the bus is never easy. Typing on the bus isn’t simple either but there’s been this drive in me to do more writing.
And I get to be inspired by the advertisements plastered on the inside.
There’s one for some Bible study thingamajig. With the less than subtle picture of a deep-azure lake surrounded by [...]
River Writing; Where? Not Me!
I saw a quote the other day. Made me think.
"A writer writes because he has to."
Is that me?
Is this whole thing because I have to write or am I just a loud mouthed bastard who just can’t shut up?
Maybe both?
You write because:
A: You have to.
B: You can’t keep your mouth shut.
C: It’s cathartic.
D: All of [...]
Second Guessing Is An Art.
It’s no secret, to those who read, that I’m one of the unlucky few who wear their hearts on their sleeve.
Having been told on numerous accounts that I’m an “emotional person who takes things personally” that it’s just become an echo, really: Bouncing on every cave wall in the area.
But I do hurt when I [...]
"We’ll Party Up Vladnik Style"
Ahhh youth.
Ahhh the days when you could party like it’s “1999″ and crawl out of a club, in the summer, when the birds are singing and the sun is shining.
And you’re STILL wearing what you wore to the club the night before.
And it’s SOOOOOOO obvious.
It’s called, “The Walk Of Shame.” That it’s what you wore [...]
Self Pity 101
The title says it all.
I try my best not to dwell in what I don’t have.
In fact, since my realization that my topic-de-jour and my river writing was hurting those I’ve tried to remain positive and look at the “bright side of life.”
You know that sentimental, “if life hands you lemons…” kind of [...]
In One Take: The Way Frank Did It
The photo album is open and it’s pointing out history.
Or is it my flaws?
One and of the same. One and of the same; people.
(Amanda Marshall: “Marry Me”)
“I wanna laugh until I cry
Wake up with you each day till the day I die…”
Music takes me back, it really does. To ALL my failings. I think, [...]
Carol King, Sing Me Home!
“Snow is cold,
Rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow”
(Carol King)
Who on this earth can explain sadness?
Sure there are reasons, histories, biology, moments that are recalled in drunken stupors…
That’s all very nice and valid but what is the core root?
Music can turn me on to sadness like hand to faucet.
This weather pulls [...]