I think this Ted Talk found me as I needed it today…
Meditation my mediation
On the surface, copecetic
Inside the animal dancing
Day and Night, Dark and Light
How many masters can you serve?
A thirst for blood…killer
A hunger for excellence
Distracting yourself again or are you blaming others?
A cup of love, let me taste
Free will, a terrible thing to waste
I once considered myself a highly productive person. My ‘type A’ personality allowed for setting unrealistic goals at times just to keep myself sharp. Those days are far behind me now. As I get older it seems the very basic goals are harder to get accomplished. I get side tracked easier. We should evolve as we age so how is this even possible?
I also bore easily so I would pick up a trending online challege from time to time. The no alcohol challenge. The no social media for x amount of days kind of deal. You know the kind?! I’m game for anything that mirrors the idea of bettering the self, and this challenge walked into mind. Seven days of your best self!
This seven days of the best you challenge would allow you to do whatever it is that you think allows you to be a better version of…you know, you. It could be exercising, fasting, working overtime, mediation, or something deep in your heart. There is no criteria except to DO IT. What do you say? Let me know if you’re game and what you come up with.
Alas, the year is off to an OK start with some concert line ups on the horizon. I remember my yester years and the ghosts of cancelled concerts past. R.I.P. to my Tame Impala tickets, and that rained out Third Eye Blind show at Merriweather. Who could forget the Foo Fighters concerts that are sold out before you can click the link. I cant imagine life without dodging resale tickets, long bathroom lines, overpriced beer and swaying to the soundtracks of my adolescence. Unfortunately, the last few years have taken a toll on my live music experiences. When I did get out, I was double masked and prayerful. This year, my confidence is up and I will be doing the same. First on the list for me is The 3 Chambers Tour with Raekwon, Gza and Ghostface at Baltimore Soundstage! Wu Tang Forever! What’s first on your concert bring back lineup?
Make sure you are staying safe when you’re out and use your intuition at some of these venues. I’ll be posting other live music news as the year continues. Happy Concert Hunting!
Greetings from the apocalypse…again. If you are reading this, the hyperbolic umbrella corporation hasnt wiped us all from civilization just yet. Covid is still hanging around and has done damage in more ways than imaginable. Unfortunately, we lost some loved ones, of whom are irreplaceable. We’ve lost some Mom and Pop local businesses during the pandemic. We’ve lost our empathy towards others. This is a safe space, for you and I, reader. Lets talk about the death of it all. The death of empathy. The death of privacy. The death of optimism. The death of our hopes and dreams as we know it. Or…not?
In 2022, there are those that see the glass half empty. There are those that see a glass half full. There are those that dont even see a fucking glass at this point. I salute you, all of you. Let us consider…this one last hurrah, that all is not lost. What if hope is on the other side of the horizon, the one we forgot to look for? What if healthy, maskless, mouth breathers live on in our imagination? What if we have the courage to see them into existence? Are we brave enough to dream of a simple smokers cough in walmart, yet again; no more pearl clutching the inevitable?!
Let us rise up and take heart. We are stronger than we think. Let this serve as a declaration of life and the ability to overcome anything. Hang in there baby!
Ah, February…that wonderful month where you get to reevalute your new years resolutions and breaking bad habits. I was having a discussion with my sister earlier today about addictions. She referred to certain behaviors as habits and not addictions. It made me wonder if I had confused the two over time, or hadn’t given habits much credit. Of course, this discussion sparked a rabbit hole journey I’m now knee deep into. Check out this article from Alvernia, and let me know your thoughts and opinions on habits vs addictions.
Welcome back, reader friends.
How’s it been? I see you’ve gotten a bit older. A smidge taller. We could re cap the last year or just pick up in an entirely new arena.Would you like that?
Who blogs anymore anyway? Times are a changing, I see.
Well shit, what are you into these days?
I’m all over the place myself. Lets say we meet up again soon and really catch up. Stay Safe in these covid streets.Tah Tah for now.
As you grow and you’re pruned, the world crashes down around you defaulting to ash.
The dust of the ones you loved and thought loved you too, all scattered into miniscule fragments.
The after glow of day knowing you are destined to live the life of a phoenix. Whats always yours has always been, and will forever be.
Leave me to my thoughts, the ones you are mad when I express…the ones you cant control. The life you think you possess and the one I behold.
Those who watch the storms come…dare I beg you, pray them away?
And whats wrong with chasing waterfalls? The rivers and lakes I know are drying up like fadded memories and things I love to forget. Hate to remember you and the summers we fell in aubile laughter created in love.
I’m pretty sure Ive exhausted myself.
I bring you greetings from the hyperbolic death bed of a conspiracy theorist; here is my eulogy.
I saw a tweet from Yoko Ono, wishing Paul McCartney a Happy Birthday. As tradition would have it, I quoted the tweet and added a “Paul is Dead” for good measure. As I scrolled the comments to see who had done the same, I was disappointed. No one had mentioned Paul’s very non existent death, a theory as old as the Beatles themselves. What a fucking world”, I thought to myself…”or am I just old?”
The state of the current free world (pun intended) is in upheaval. Anarchy of sorts is upon us and many are excited or scared to death of: the pandemic, the importance of Black lives, killer hornets, the return of sports, a president and his twitter account as my list could continue on and on. What I am NOT seeing is a bunch of the conspiracy theorist in record numbers. Where are the people who believe this is all a government cover up to bring on the new world order? Where are the breakdowns about the book of Revelation and mark of the beast? Where are the urban legends about the loc ness monster in the chlamydia infested artic ocean? In my Lestat voice “come out come out, wherever you are.” Lets make modern philosophy and cynicism great again.
Greetings, ye quarantined! If you are reading this blog post, you are lucky enough to fall into the category of the living. That sentiment alone should be enough to make you want to thank the most high God for another chance at life. With COVID-19 running through the hyperbolic streets of planet earth, we’ve been forced to take a moment and get the hell away from each other. Literally. Some of you have been sent to work from home, others carrying on their day to day work life in the trenches. Others have been laid off completely. Some are currently sick and quarantined, others are praying they arent sick and trying to keep others safe. Regardless of where you fall, I want to extend to you a hand of hope.
In my short lifetime, I have not experienced a pandemic that effected me directly. I have seen mass tragedy in media alone, and sent prayers for others in time of sickness and war. Nevertheless, this coronavirus has forced each of us to examine the life we are currently living. This is not just a virus that affects the poor or the “third world country”…this is for us all to endure. Our belief systems may differ all over the globe, but I encourage you to look deep within and find that glimmer of hope. This is a time where we can each do our part to keep each other as safe as possible and try to beat this thing. Wash your hands. Stay home if you can. Call an empath and lend an ear, because they are carrying the world in their hearts. Get social on social media. Join a mediation line.
I know we were expecting the zombies to come, but take heart. They will not let us down. But on a serious note, I’m praying for our world. Let’s take care of each other. We shall overcome. We always do. Love, light and blessings.