Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Follow Your Grrrr...!


You can follow your bliss like a sucker. If I followed by bliss I'd be on the couch with a beer watching my favorite TV show. This is much harder, and I'm thinking at 7,000 vertical feet going up that mountain, first time on a bike in three years, embarrassed that I'm the slowest one on the ride, stopping to catch my breath, I'm not following anyone's bliss. I'm following my agony. I remind myself, it's worth all the effort and if that's not enough dig deeper until you find it.

Follow your grrrr.

Make it to the top and smile. Cross that river into the meadow. Stay 'til sunset. Then, after you're all spent, pack up your bike and enjoy a good night's rest.








Past is Passed



"Idea for a new app... a button that can undo long amounts of time. Three months. A year. A life. One click and everything could just go back to the way it was."
-Diane Nguyen, Bojack Horseman


You can't live in the past and believe me I've tried. The rents are outrageous and the commute is a killer. So instead of going back there, maybe bring someone here. Maybe instead, try to bring someone forward to the present. Try to be that kid from the past, wide-eyed long ago, looking to the future with wonder and excitement.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Hold High Your Parasol Aloft



I'll admit I can take some weird travel photos. What can I say. It's what I see when I look at the world.

Monday, July 24, 2017

The Wharf at Night

Capitola, California

Museums and Monuments



A muggy July day in the nation's capitol and museums offer a respite from the summer heat. Cool, dark, and full of art.



If you look closely, you'll notice these license plates read out the preamble to the Constitution. It takes a while for that spark of recognition to ignite.

In a more somber mood, a Sylvia Plath exhibit at the National Portrait Gallery.

Sometimes it feels like the art is watching you.

And sometimes in our modern techno-world we don't see the art at all.



But, hey. Dinosaurs. No museum visit is complete without dinosaurs. Rawrsquawk.

Outside, we can sit by a cool fountain.

Wait for the sun to set.

Nightfall brings cool temperatures and cooler colors. It's the selfie hour.


And then we have our moments of quiet contemplation.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Dinner Party


You Are My Sunshine


She was singing a lullaby to her niece

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear just how I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

"That's a very sad song to be singing to her," I said.

"What do you mean? I'm singing you are my sunshine, you make me happy."

"Yeah everyone thinks it's a happy song because everyone knows the chorus because it was in a commercial, but nobody knows the verses, about a guy pining over his lost love. Most people don't know that. Even the first verse."

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you by my side
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried

"Oh."

"But then comes the chorus, the happy hot dog and mustard TV commercial part."

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear just how I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

"Oh," she replied, "Well now it sounds sad. Don't take my sunshine away?"

"Yeah and it gets worse. The next verse he talks about how she left him."

You once told me you'd always love me
And that no one could come between
And then you left me to love another
You shattered all my dreams

"Oh my."

"And then he gets downright bitter."

I'll always love you and make you happy
If you would only say the same
But if you leave me to love another
You will regret it all someday

"Aw."

"He's basically saying, straight up, you'll be sorry when I'm gone. But then it goes back to the happy verse."

You are my sunshine my only sunshine
You make me happy--

"Okay! Okay! Sheesh, I'll find a different lullaby to sing."

"Why? It's such a happy song. Catchy, too."