491. February 12th…ShamOuch!!…Who has the time for a bad mug shot

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“ShamOuch”

“The physician who killed me, Neither bled, purge or pilled me, Nor counted my pulse but it comes to the same, In the height of my fever I thought of his name.” – Nicarchus

the baskets full of razor blades or rabbit fur…..sort of Russian roulette…with everything to lose and everything to gain…and none of it worthwhile to try…..so it was nightfall most of the time…..he’d shot him in the face….leaving me to tend for myself……making sure that my day began well after dark…..and went well into the darker hours…they pulled her like a Popeye cartoon….one direction then another…..until the bullet hit him…..then the pulling just stopped…..and that quiet stayed for a long time….kind of like the white on typing paper”

there is a wonderful peace in my house this morningthe sun is casting beautiful shadows on a curtain…a plant on the inside is bending to move closer to the sunlight...get as much of it as it can…both cats are exhausted from a night of…sleeping….and “Barber’s Adagio For Strings”…fills the room with some musical quiet…and everything is…A Okay….

I wondered this morning…why I make certain the toilet paper…pulls from the top and not the bottom…when replacing a roll…and how much time has been used adjusting the positioning to get it…”Right”…could it literally be days…or even weeks…I don’t know…and I think this is as far as I’m going to take this…but I do think from now on…I’m just going to put it on the roller..and that’s pretty much it…

of course this got me thinking of all of the “rituals” in my life…some…deeply imprinted…those that I’ve mentioned…that keep the earth on it’s axis…and stop major planetary disastors…but the small ones…the direction I stir coffee…why I always cut up chicken a certain way..and not another…when I put on cologne and where…why only one type of toothpaste…rather than experimenting with the 300 varieties available…or my reason for….thumping a watermelon…to somehow know something I didn’t…by a simple thump….I question my ability to judge one item on the menu from another…especially with a type of food I’m very….unfamiliar with…

when I lived on the coast…my bed was portable…it was a mat…I could roll it up and sleep anywhere I wanted…so basically each morning I awakened…in a different place than the day before…like staying at a friend’s house…but all of my stuff was there….I occassioanlly slept out doors when the weather permitted…what I enjoyed most was the idea I had no ritual….other than a pattern of no pattern…and I wasted very little time when it came to getting ready for bed…X marks the spot….

I know I’m not alone in this…some might argue it is easier …while others might say it works better that way….or “I like it like that”….or it even makes a great deal more sense than not….and method far exceeds use or is at least equal to it…but…looking at say toilet paper….it has one purpose…and the delivery is certainly important…but the efficiency and effectiveness…far outweighs which way it unrolls…

Tennessee Williams said….“There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go.” while the Buddha thinks…”It is better to travel well than to arrive.”…

I re-read a post from a blog I follow… one of wonderful words….and ideas…and to use a line from Mrs. Neutron:

In the end it’s about farting around and laughing as much as you can.  It’s about understanding that absolutely ANYTHING goes provided it doesn’t make it more difficult to fart around and laugh.”

I’m not going to spend the time figuring out how much time I’ve spent on adjustment…instead…I am going to just  finish what I’ve started…and finish it with joy…laughter…adventure…and most of all..less ritual…more doing….plus I’ll take that Tennessee Williams/Buddha mentality a little more to heart….

“Ritual will always mean throwing away something: destroying our corn or wine upon the altar of our gods.” – G. K. Chesterton

 

 

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “491. February 12th…ShamOuch!!…Who has the time for a bad mug shot

  1. That was very nice of you Robert.
    Now, the guy in the picture. Since you have left it up to us to fill in the story I’m betting it went something like this…

    … Bad day at the dojo. Perhaps sensei had a tad too much “medicine” the night before and morning came a little too fast. And there he was. Little “pain in the ass” Poindexter and his dimwitted, but overconfident, dad.
    “You don’t look so tough to me” says dad, “and that kung-fooey crap you are selling is a fake… I’m gunna stop payment on the check.”

    I’m listening to “Keep on Rockin in the Free World” by Mr. Young. The windows are shaking.

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  2. Nice bet….
    he is the infomercial spokesman for “Sham Wow”….the ultra absorbent towel….he was arrested for beating up a prostitute when she kissed him and bit onto his tongue…wouldn’t let go….

    I have to say I like the jacket over the hospital gown!!! and I’d bet he’d rather take part in your scenario than his own….

    and I wonder what sort of street cred if any…there is for sleeping with the Sham Wow guy….

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  3. I share the same obsession with the toilet paper! LOL! Been known to change it at other people’s home KNOWING that they don’t care (because, truly they don’t care if goes goes on one way or the other). And, can I give up that ritual? Hell, no! Because I create those things that are constant in my life. The other stuff, I can’t control, so I take charge of what I can and that gives me my sense of assurance. Rest assured, though , I leave l room for spontaneity.
    And, if I had the time, I’d go on some more, but who really can own time? Certainly not me…

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