Happy Birthday Bilbo and Frodo
(Its not my birthday, should have made that more clearer in the post. sorry about that.)
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Follow your bliss.
- Joseph Campbell
Saturday night I went to my friend Eoh's going away party in Greensboro. We met at Lucky 32, this great restaurant that changes menu with the seasons. It is always good and Saturday it did not disappoint. I had the blue cheese and herb encrusted sirloin with mashed potatoes. I had two pints of Guinness which went so well with the meal. Lucky 32 has great desserts but we did not stay there for dessert. One of Eoh's friends, HB, had made 3 different kinds of dessert plus had beer and wine back at her apartment so we went there after the meal. She was the one who organized the party as well. There was 12 at the meal but not everybody came back to the apartment.
I was in a beer mood so I did not have any of the desserts but they looked and every body said they were just fantastic. HB made a chocolate gooey dessert, hummingbird cake and apple pie. I should have taken some with me but didn't and I regret it. Her apartment was awesome, it was the upstairs of an old house in one of the historic districts in town. It has 3 rooms plus a bathroom but it felt much roomier than I am describing it here. I would guess it was 1900s era, it had similar door moldings on the doors as my last apartment in Greensboro and it was built around that time.
It was decided that we all should say something about Eoh as we left the party. I knew I couldn't do it, not in front of everyone. So, I stayed and helped shut the party down. It was around 1:45 when Eoh said she needed to sleep so we got our stuff together and went out the door. She had her hands full of dessert and a picture I gave her and she set them down so we could hug and then it happened. We both erupted into tears and just stayed there in the middle of the road. I knew it would be hard to say goodbye and I will see her in December when I go on my trip to England but I have known her for almost 16, half our lives and even though we do not see each other as often as we used to since we do not live as close to one another as we used to(we used to live around the block from one another)just knowing that she will not be just down the road but across that damn pond really really makes me sad.
All I could get out from the sniffles etc was;
"You used to say this all the time, Follow your bliss. And we will see each other again, we always reconnect, pick up where we left off even years after, just as it was only a day."
And she is, all the way to the Greater Manchester area to be with a fantastic guy and I know they do and will continue to make each other very happy. And that is all I want for my friends. It doesn't happen everyday, so follow your bliss my friend, take it where it leads you and keep searching for the serene, it is there for you.
Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore.
Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind.
- Grateful Dead
- Joseph Campbell
Saturday night I went to my friend Eoh's going away party in Greensboro. We met at Lucky 32, this great restaurant that changes menu with the seasons. It is always good and Saturday it did not disappoint. I had the blue cheese and herb encrusted sirloin with mashed potatoes. I had two pints of Guinness which went so well with the meal. Lucky 32 has great desserts but we did not stay there for dessert. One of Eoh's friends, HB, had made 3 different kinds of dessert plus had beer and wine back at her apartment so we went there after the meal. She was the one who organized the party as well. There was 12 at the meal but not everybody came back to the apartment.
I was in a beer mood so I did not have any of the desserts but they looked and every body said they were just fantastic. HB made a chocolate gooey dessert, hummingbird cake and apple pie. I should have taken some with me but didn't and I regret it. Her apartment was awesome, it was the upstairs of an old house in one of the historic districts in town. It has 3 rooms plus a bathroom but it felt much roomier than I am describing it here. I would guess it was 1900s era, it had similar door moldings on the doors as my last apartment in Greensboro and it was built around that time.
It was decided that we all should say something about Eoh as we left the party. I knew I couldn't do it, not in front of everyone. So, I stayed and helped shut the party down. It was around 1:45 when Eoh said she needed to sleep so we got our stuff together and went out the door. She had her hands full of dessert and a picture I gave her and she set them down so we could hug and then it happened. We both erupted into tears and just stayed there in the middle of the road. I knew it would be hard to say goodbye and I will see her in December when I go on my trip to England but I have known her for almost 16, half our lives and even though we do not see each other as often as we used to since we do not live as close to one another as we used to(we used to live around the block from one another)just knowing that she will not be just down the road but across that damn pond really really makes me sad.
All I could get out from the sniffles etc was;
"You used to say this all the time, Follow your bliss. And we will see each other again, we always reconnect, pick up where we left off even years after, just as it was only a day."
And she is, all the way to the Greater Manchester area to be with a fantastic guy and I know they do and will continue to make each other very happy. And that is all I want for my friends. It doesn't happen everyday, so follow your bliss my friend, take it where it leads you and keep searching for the serene, it is there for you.
Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore.
Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind.
- Grateful Dead
Friday, September 14, 2007
nonesuch #345 Start not actin'right You're frozen in carbonite
I keep feeling I have a post to create but nothing happens.
Finished On The Road last weekend and started American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Tried to read both at the same time but I felt like I was cheating on both books so stopped American God until I finished On the Road.
Going to a close friend's going away party tomorrow evening. I am not sure if she knows about it and she does read my blog from time to time so I will not say much. In fact, I may have said too much as it is but she may know about it so I will not worry too much about it.
Been under the weather all week, some sort of cold or sinus or allergy thing. Been taking vitamin c, airborne daytime and nighttime formula but finally broke down and got tylenol severe sinus. It helps me but also makes me loopy(don't say it) so even though I feel better I still do not think I am actually getting anything done.
Sally has been at the beach all week with her mother. Must be nice to be away. They left about the time the Hurricane was hitting our coast but it only brought some wind and rain and was gone in 24hrs heading toward the Ireland last I heard. One of the most famous storms in US history, Hurricane Hazel, actually after going up the entire East Coast, went out to sea, gathered strength and headed onto Europe to effect weather there as well. I think it was Hazel but it could have been another storm. Growing up, all storms were compared to Hazel, that is until Hugo hit in 1989, now they are all compared to Hazel and Hugo.
I'm getting my lonely blues early this year or it may just be the cold/sinus/allergy thing.
Just worn out all the time and do not feel up to much. Not that there is much going on with me.
Today is Bring Your Dog to Work Day. woof woof. and according to George Carlin; "Woof is meow in cat."
Finished On The Road last weekend and started American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Tried to read both at the same time but I felt like I was cheating on both books so stopped American God until I finished On the Road.
Going to a close friend's going away party tomorrow evening. I am not sure if she knows about it and she does read my blog from time to time so I will not say much. In fact, I may have said too much as it is but she may know about it so I will not worry too much about it.
Been under the weather all week, some sort of cold or sinus or allergy thing. Been taking vitamin c, airborne daytime and nighttime formula but finally broke down and got tylenol severe sinus. It helps me but also makes me loopy(don't say it) so even though I feel better I still do not think I am actually getting anything done.
Sally has been at the beach all week with her mother. Must be nice to be away. They left about the time the Hurricane was hitting our coast but it only brought some wind and rain and was gone in 24hrs heading toward the Ireland last I heard. One of the most famous storms in US history, Hurricane Hazel, actually after going up the entire East Coast, went out to sea, gathered strength and headed onto Europe to effect weather there as well. I think it was Hazel but it could have been another storm. Growing up, all storms were compared to Hazel, that is until Hugo hit in 1989, now they are all compared to Hazel and Hugo.
I'm getting my lonely blues early this year or it may just be the cold/sinus/allergy thing.
Just worn out all the time and do not feel up to much. Not that there is much going on with me.
Today is Bring Your Dog to Work Day. woof woof. and according to George Carlin; "Woof is meow in cat."
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
nonesuch #344
I realized something last night about "On The Road". The first time I read it oh some 15 years ago, I remember thinking these guys seem so old, older than me at least and there was more of a pull to reach their ages and do the things they were doing. I think it was more of the trap I was feeling at the time, staying in a dead-end relationship that both of us knew was going to end. I don't think either one of us knew how but it was better than the mess we were in when we were together. And the feeling of being lost, getting ready to graduate college and having no idea what I wanted to do, knowing my ancient greek grades were not high enough for grad school in Classics or Religious Studies, know that in order to find a good job, career even, with either one of these areas, I would need that masters at some point. Knowing that in 6 months after I graduated, the student loan bills would start to come in and how was I going to pay that, I didn't know where I was going to find a job in the first place.
But now, they all seem so young, I am guessing they are mostly in their 20s with a few of the older ones perhaps in their early 30s. And I am well beyond my early 30s. Maybe it was the time, the things they were doing, traveling criss cross the country, drinking tons, hitching rides in cars, on backs of trucks, on trains, making or attempting to make girls in the little towns they would stop for gas and beer and apple pie and ice cream. The romantic side of the road and yet, yet the descriptions given of life on the road, panhandling, begging and stealing in some cases, just to get back home to his warm comfortable bed to continue to the manuscript, to finish the manuscript, I would not want for that for no reason. Aging or maturing? Not sure on my part. Even younger, I had no urgent burning desire to travel that much but I did and do want to see the States, more than I want to see other countries even though I head for England in almost 3 months. Of course, sign of a good book is that it can have meaning, hit home, on different levels, different stages of life. It is also a sadder book than I remember. I guess chasing dreams, chasing friends, chasing girls, trying to find where you fit is not always a happy journey.
But now, they all seem so young, I am guessing they are mostly in their 20s with a few of the older ones perhaps in their early 30s. And I am well beyond my early 30s. Maybe it was the time, the things they were doing, traveling criss cross the country, drinking tons, hitching rides in cars, on backs of trucks, on trains, making or attempting to make girls in the little towns they would stop for gas and beer and apple pie and ice cream. The romantic side of the road and yet, yet the descriptions given of life on the road, panhandling, begging and stealing in some cases, just to get back home to his warm comfortable bed to continue to the manuscript, to finish the manuscript, I would not want for that for no reason. Aging or maturing? Not sure on my part. Even younger, I had no urgent burning desire to travel that much but I did and do want to see the States, more than I want to see other countries even though I head for England in almost 3 months. Of course, sign of a good book is that it can have meaning, hit home, on different levels, different stages of life. It is also a sadder book than I remember. I guess chasing dreams, chasing friends, chasing girls, trying to find where you fit is not always a happy journey.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
nonesuch #343
When was the last time you logged into myspace? yeah, me too. Facebook is getting that way also. I stay on facebook cause a good friend will be using it has her connection back here after she moves to England at the end of the month.
Have grown so tired of both of those and the so called online social networking scene really. Think it stems back to bad experiences with online dating or maybe I am really getting old and people in general have started to bother me more than they used to. Nothing in particular, but there are things that in the past I would let go but now I do not and most times do not go there anymore. Its getting more and more like that with some friends of mine and that is what bothers me. Either they are becoming the asshats we always said we would not become or it is me that is becoming the asshat I swore I would never be. Or it may be that I need to dewire, unplug for awhile, enjoy other things, go green, read a book, turn on, tune in and drop out, or dare I say, "find myself". How 90s of me and I apologize. How 70s of me.
Reading "On the Road" again. For some reason it hits on so many levels with me, the physical journey itself and Sal's personal more spiritual journey to find where he fits in the world and to prove himself to his friend who ultimately one by one let him down and all alone. And even he knows he is being used and he does not care but he must, or at least I think he must. It triggered Kerouac to write "On the Road" in the first place, and "Dharma Bums" and "The Subterraneans" and others. Something sparked for him somewhere along the line and he went with it.
And maybe that is my problem, no sparks are hitting or they are so weak, I am not getting a charge or it takes so much to get the brain going on things that I have conditioned myself to not even try anymore. Is that getting old? Perhaps. I have heard that you are only as old as you think you are and I always, even when I was much younger, I always felt older than I really am. And in those teen years and before, I wanted to be older. Nowadays, not so much. So maybe the older I get the younger I need to think but will that have me ending up in clothes that I am 20 years too old to be wearing in the first place, driving a red convertible, with a really bad hippie-esque to the shoulder hair in a Member's Only Jacket thinking I am hot shit? I still have a Member's Only jacket, it is only a matter of time before they are back in style. And hey, didn't that guy in the restaurant in the Soprano's, wasn't he wearing a Member's Only Jacket? You know, the one sitting at the bar across from Tony. It could happen.
So I am sure you are asking yourself where is he going with this. Nowhere, nowhere at all.
Have grown so tired of both of those and the so called online social networking scene really. Think it stems back to bad experiences with online dating or maybe I am really getting old and people in general have started to bother me more than they used to. Nothing in particular, but there are things that in the past I would let go but now I do not and most times do not go there anymore. Its getting more and more like that with some friends of mine and that is what bothers me. Either they are becoming the asshats we always said we would not become or it is me that is becoming the asshat I swore I would never be. Or it may be that I need to dewire, unplug for awhile, enjoy other things, go green, read a book, turn on, tune in and drop out, or dare I say, "find myself". How 90s of me and I apologize. How 70s of me.
Reading "On the Road" again. For some reason it hits on so many levels with me, the physical journey itself and Sal's personal more spiritual journey to find where he fits in the world and to prove himself to his friend who ultimately one by one let him down and all alone. And even he knows he is being used and he does not care but he must, or at least I think he must. It triggered Kerouac to write "On the Road" in the first place, and "Dharma Bums" and "The Subterraneans" and others. Something sparked for him somewhere along the line and he went with it.
And maybe that is my problem, no sparks are hitting or they are so weak, I am not getting a charge or it takes so much to get the brain going on things that I have conditioned myself to not even try anymore. Is that getting old? Perhaps. I have heard that you are only as old as you think you are and I always, even when I was much younger, I always felt older than I really am. And in those teen years and before, I wanted to be older. Nowadays, not so much. So maybe the older I get the younger I need to think but will that have me ending up in clothes that I am 20 years too old to be wearing in the first place, driving a red convertible, with a really bad hippie-esque to the shoulder hair in a Member's Only Jacket thinking I am hot shit? I still have a Member's Only jacket, it is only a matter of time before they are back in style. And hey, didn't that guy in the restaurant in the Soprano's, wasn't he wearing a Member's Only Jacket? You know, the one sitting at the bar across from Tony. It could happen.
So I am sure you are asking yourself where is he going with this. Nowhere, nowhere at all.
nonesuch #342
And I forgot to tell folks to go wish Vi a Happy Birthday last Friday. But I guess it is never too late and from I can tell she is still celebrating hehe.
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