More than ever

Now, more than ever, is the time for a positive attitude.

Exhaustion in their eyes

Walking down the streets,
looking left and right,
I see the exhaustion
in everybody's eyes.

Green with hope.
Blue with enthusiasm.
Brown from swallowing so much of our leader's crap.

Fed up. Fed up with a system that BANKS on societal idealism. Our system runs on the balance that people will do what is best for the group, before they do what is best for themselves. This idea in itself is not corrupt or incorrect. I believe it to the very CORE. But we went wrong when we allowed politicians and their consitutants to willy-nilly define the group.

Capitalism breeds money.
Money breeds greed.
Greed breeds isolation.
Isolation breeds smaller defined groups.
Smaller groups means less to "take care of".
Less to "take care of" means more for yourself.
More for yourself breeds Winter08
WAKE UP! BROADEN your world.
GAIN a larger perspective.
WE HAVE EVERYONE TO TAKE CARE OF!

"No society can surely be flourishing and happy when the greater part of the members are poor and miserable." John Adams 1723

Best Throw-back Lines

Here are a few of my "Throw-Back Lines".   It's called the throw-back line, because it is delivered moments after a strange man tries to pick you up.   One could say the opposite of a "Pick-Up Line", Best if smoothly delivered with a blend of quirky.

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"honey. I've ditched far better men than you"

"You've got that super charming quality. And this quality, which would normally be considered "cute" to most women, is simply unattractive to me."

Geez, turn that down! That glow is deafening!

Laptop in my actual lap, as I lie in my bed, winding down with a little blogging before bedtime. My eyes squint from their long tired day. I can feel the shine of the monitor on my face, screaming at me to close up shop and rest. Geez, turn that thing down. That glow is deafening!

Tonight is the night I try a new face cream. Actually, they are patches pasted to my face with the hopes of gluing a new "youthful look" during the night. These must be fairy patches, going off to never never land in my dreams. Never never have I looked so tired.

Tired. Those words fall from my tongue and I grimace. I tried hard not to say that word. Tired. If you don't say it, then nobody thinks it. That's my motto.

So... here I am... saying the word to this glaring computer. The lines seem etched into the screen. Tired. Tired. Tired. If I say it any more, it won't mean anything to me. Tired.

Nope. No luck. Exhaustion has settled in, and my eyes win the battle for rest. Goodnight. Yawn. Good night. May I wake up with youth in my eyes.

People come to Vegas to hide

That’s right. I said it. It’s out. People come to Vegas to hide, doesn’t matter whether what we are hiding from is real or imaginary. We are all hiding from something.

Hiding from Real means you made a mistake somewhere along your life path. And someone, some corporation or some agency is trying to find you. This can range from “bad credit” , up to and as gruesome as “charged with thirty two counts of felony and on-the-run”. Real. Involving real people, real problems, real reality TV shit.

On the other side, there are the imaginary things we hide from. Imaginary things are much much harder to hide from than real things. They are the self-imposed fears, jealousy, biases, ignorance and close mindedness. It’s hard to hide from those. Because they are with you every moment of every day, living in a land called Morals, deep in the bowels of your soul. And it took me coming to Vegas, through all the highs and lows I have experienced here, to understand the difference. Because everything in Vegas is imaginary.

Easy to get lost here.

Time is my friend

Time is my friend... what a bizarre perspective. One that I have never tried on for size. But it fits well and looks great. I feel like I'm on an episode of "What Not to Wear" with Stacy and Clinton. Time is my friend. Time, now, exactly this moment, present, existance; all exactly what I need. Could I be more existential? Trying to explain something unexplanable.

Peace is found when time is your friend. Don't fight it... you can't. Instead, breath it in.. time.

chocolate eclairs

eee gad. This is disgusting, siting on my bum, woofing down my third chocolate eclair this week, with my 15th attempt at writing the same page. Scribbled at the top of the page, in big bold letters, hoping the bolder the letters the greater the commitment, are the words ... "My Life Plan".

Sure (sarcasm), like you can really plan anything. I vacillate between having it all laid out, hour by hour, week by week, and going with the proverbial flow.

Day timers, seven habits, the urgent - yet unimportant dutifully crossed off my list. Then without warning, I throw my arm up, swiping everything off the table and onto the floor, where they sit until next week.

Why do i feel this incessant need to plan everything? Then a voice echos in the back of my head. Always there, always right and as confusing as a spiral placed on a pinwheel, mesmerizing me to pick up a pen, put it to paper and write.

bovine

For a moment, it was like I was stuck in time. I was on the phone, standing by the window watching cows in the neighboring pasture frantically run across the field. They were scared of something, and though I had a complete view of the pasture, I could see nothing....i repeat, nothing. Seems like cows just get spooked.

I laughed outload, completely ignoring my phone conversation with David. The sight of bovine frantically scrambling for safety, finding nothing but open pasture, was more than I could handle. Double funny because nothing was there. They are simply too big to run, too big to hide and too stupid to use what they DO have (their size) to protect themselves from this hidden enemy.

For the love of the story ...

As a traveler, I found myself along the roadsides of many lonely roads, physically and metaphorically. Long, dusty highways at my feet, opportunity in my hands. Placing yourself in these situations lends itself to bizarre experiences, about which I grabbed my journal and wrote.

Most of my scribblings consisted of my experiences, stories of the road. Exciting? Sure. But I never valued by experiences more than just "stuff that happened". It wasn't until I stopped traveling and chose to live in one city for more than 6 months, that I discovered that this, these stories, are part of who I am. Valuing the stories meant valuing myself.

I would tell my stories to those that asked, "So what have you been up to?" But my life was so dramatically different than theirs, my stories were lost in a glazed over eyes of abandoned attention, in which you could see the question, "Is this real?", "Is she kidding?", "How does she find the time to dooooo all this?". It was as if they were watching TV, reality TV standing before them. Drama, in it's essential form... storytelling.

But these days, people don't listen to people. Instead they listen to actors who are in movies, talkshow hosts, or players in a reality TV Show. Of course, movies and shows are often times based on reality. This they know. But to stretch the imagination and think that someone who lives the stories, might just be in front of them, talking to them. You never know who you'll meet, or what story their lives can tell.

what story does your life tell?

Blonde at heart

You'll never guess what happened....

As the first posting, I would love to introduce myself.... but.... seems like a waste of time. Eventually you'll get to understand who I am, and what I'm about. Besides, nobody really *knows* you anyway. Not your parents, not your significant other, best friend or even your child. Doesn't matter how much explaining you do.

Everyone brings to the table their own perspectives of who you are. I could say I'm tall, blonde and live in Vegas. This in it's own right draws a picture for you. You may or may not entertain the idea of what a blonde in vegas is like. Silicon? No Silicon? And it may or may not align with the way I feel about myself. See my point? So, now for the truth: I'm brunette, but blonde at heart.

So, this will be my space to write... just write for the love of writing.