The Collective of Think A-likes

 


“Hajime ni” © 2017 Robert Redus

“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”

In the movie, Full Metal Jacket, when private Pyle has finally lost the last drop of sanity and is confronted by private Joker in the head. the end result is expected, and not a surprise.  Private joker says to private Pyle, “If Hartman comes in here and catches us, we will both be in a world of shit.”, Private Pyle replies, “I am in a world of shit”….then Pyle’s greatest moment is not far away…nevertheless,…a seemingly cohesive collective  is seconds from taking on enough water to capsize the entire vessel….

I really used to believe that the power of a collective was an unstoppable power that when directed and adjusted could accomplish incredible things…yet now…I don’t believe that so much, why? you ask…well because every collective has at least one private Pyle, 1 person who is in a world of shit, for what ever reason creating a compromise in the integrity of the collective…I mean think about, we all are in a world of shit…who knows, could be a few days a month…once a quarter…maybe twice a year…

The word collective means: “a cooperative enterprise”.  Herds,( my favorite is a quiver of cobras)… flocks, packs, gangs, parties, anything with people sharing a common idea/goal is considered a collective, creating something called, “Collectivism” which is defined as:

“Collectivism is the moral stance, political philosophy, ideology, or social outlook that emphasizes the group and its interests. Collectivism is the opposite of individualism. 

or better put…”the practice or principle of giving a group priority over each individual in it.”…

And that to me is where the notion of the collective fails completely, and not because of the group priority…but because of the diametric opposition of those within the group on the really small micro scale….in other words, everybody in the group is on a different part of the group’s bell curve…let’s simplify…remember this part, OK?….in a collective, individuality is in the back seat, while the collective itself drives….right? yet if everybody in the back seat has a different way of driving, directional skills, methods of getting from point A to point X….and exactly what they define point A and X to be, somebody or some group of bodies is going to decide the driving habits of the collective….now a box within a box within a box….yabitty…yabitty…yabitty… So, the collective now is no longer about the collective, rather about the individuals guiding and directing the collective…sort of individualism directing collectivism….sound vaguely familiar…

Here’s my solution and I’ll start with a 2 questions first…here they are…

If tomorrow you woke and you were doing exactly what you wanted to be doing, you know that ikegai, that passion that we all have for something and long to live, (here it is) what would you be doing?…..and what are you currently doing to get there?….if you can’t answer the first question….you can’t answer the 2nd question either….So before you join a collective, you think you kind of believe in most of the time, answer these 2 questions….then start the process of living that life….

Here are 10 readily accepted scenarios in the world we live in…we should think hard about changing these….. 

  • WE PRIORITIZE MONEY AND THE ECONOMY OVER BASICS LIKE AIR, WATER, FOOD QUALITY, OUR ENVIRONMENT, AND OUR COMMUNITIES.
  • WE UTILIZE AN ECONOMIC TRADING SYSTEM THAT FACILITATES THE DEATH OF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE EACH YEAR.
  • WE DIVIDE THE WORLD’S LAND INTO SECTIONS AND THEN FIGHT OVER WHO OWNS THESE SECTIONS.
  • WE CALL SOME PEOPLE “SOLDIERS” WHICH MAKES IT OK FOR THEM TO KILL OTHER PEOPLE.
  • WE TORTURE AND KILL MILLIONS OF ANIMALS EVERY DAY NEEDLESSLY FOR FOOD, CLOTHING, AND EXPERIMENTS.
  • WE SEND CHILDREN TO SCHOOL FOR THEIR ENTIRE CHILDHOOD TO MEMORIZE FACTS AND SKILLS THAT THEY WILL RARELY USE. 
  • WE IMPOSE FINANCIAL PRESSURES ON PARENTS, FORCING THEM TO MISS OUT ON VITAL STAGES OF THEIR CHILD’S DEVELOPMENT.
  • WE HAVE THOUSANDS OF RELIGIONS, EACH ONE BELIEVING THAT THEIR GOD OR GOD-STORY IS THE ONLY TRUE AND UNIQUE VERSION.
  • LOVE AND COMPASSION, WHICH PROMOTE LIFE, ARE MOCKED AS FACILE. WHEREAS WAR, WHICH HARMS LIFE, IS SEEN AS HONORABLE.
  • ANYONE WITH A REALLY USEFUL INVENTION CAN FORCEFULLY PREVENT OTHERS FROM USING OR MODIFYING IT.

I think we each have to work on changing ourselves first…plant tomatoes, raise some bees…take longer walks…have less stuff…write more…talk less…read more…teach more….learn more…maybe your neighbor might see that and do the same…and their neighbors might see them doing than and their neighbors, neighbors might see….and then that world of shit just might not be that bad….if its compost….

here’s some great music…and some great mescal

“You are only as strong as the liquor you drink, the tables you dance on and the of friends that hold you together”

 

 

 

 

Who Needs Better…

“Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.”

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I can’t say…and really neither can you…what exactly the, “right”, way might be…some call it Jesus…others, Makers Mark…porn…a spoonful of heroin…all you can eat buffets… adrenalin…a box of Little Debbie snack cakes…sleeping…and it doesn’t really matter because there is absolutely no difference…from one to the another…it all still fills some hole that we think needs filling…just like we need to find what’s right…right??…seems all of the above mentioned might border on the questionable way…given moderation is not an element in the process…

I mean, just watch Jesus Camp, drink a quart of Makers Mark, shoot a spoonful of herion after a trip to an all you can eat buffet, before a base jumping lesson, and to add to the adenine rush eat as many Little Debbie snack cakes before you deploy the chute, then go home and take a 23 hour nap…get back with me on this, would you..let me know how the dy went…

The most important thing is “Way”…which fucking direction are you heading…and even if it is not the right direction what is revealed along the way will be right for a while…or forever…who knows….

I sat the other day in the best spot possible at a farmers market…and inside my ever ticking brain, I asked myself…”How can I make the best space possible, even better?”…and you know, if I’d have had a third hand…I’d have slapped the shit out of myself  repeatedly…or at least pinched me a couple of times…you know…sometimes….

“Good enough is just good enough”

And it’s really easy to always want to make something better…even if it is really, really good enough and would be hard to make better…and you know that’s a very messed up way of thinking, I think…oh, and believe me I think like this far more than I’d like to admit…So, why in the world do we do this…do we want more, better, greater something from a better situation, all the stuff we can possibly carry…to add to all of the other stuff we have carried around for a few years, decades….does a better situation make everything else better…how’s a 500k a year job sound?…what about 3 and one half hour commute twice a day that goes with that great paying job…..still better???….is it like a fantastic marmalade on a basically bland piece of toast?…I mean you can only eat so many spoonfuls of marmalade directly from the jar before a piece of toast, even toasted wonder bread, starts looking pretty good!

So I’m starting to write in my sketchbook every morning, the things that are are really good just as they are….without any thought of the blah…blah…blah that somehow floats there in the ether and says…”On the other hand”, in those quiet whispers….

I sharpened a very dull thrift store knife I purchased yesterday….and not only was the sharpening process really, really good and truly could not have been any better…but cutting the paper to see how sharp the knife was a religious experience….now could it be sharper…who cares….I don’t…..

So my entire rant today isn’t really about what you have, don’t have, the holes we fill with shit that is just another addiction to something equally as addictive to what we’ve tried to shed, it’s about satisfaction…and if you don’t own it already, you should probably make that the quest until it’s at least in view, and you know what it looks like, until it is  in hand, encompassing and visceral….sorry to say, you can’t buy it, rent it, stumble upon it, find it in someone else, pray to it, inject it, eat it, tax your adrenaline glands, and Little Debbie….sure as hell doesn’t have yours….

Have a great day!!

“I’d rather be dead than singing ‘Satisfaction’ when I’m forty-five.”
Guess who???

 

A Few Thoughts About….

“What delights us in visible beauty is the invisible.”

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“Spacious Skies” ©Robert Redus 2016

I remember singing, “America the Beautiful”, in parochial school, it was right up there with Onward Christian Soldiers…and for the most part, I thought the song ended with the first, “From sea to shining sea”….well, I don’t know how many of you are aware of this, but it doesn’t and there are 3, that’s right, count them, three more verses…my vivd imagination kept me afloat, thinking that somewhere in 1974 I was going to find out what and where the amber waves of grain, purple mountain majesties, and the fruited plain, were and how I was going to get there…sort of a personalized, “Easy Rider“, moment where instead,  I just dreamed of riding the Panhead that Dennis Hopper was riding in the movie.

So my brother Kenneth…an avid adventurer and I began a few treks, jumping a freight train to end up eventually in Santa Fe New Mexico, with just the clothes on our backs, toothbrushes, water, and of course a can of, Sterno…where I have to say, I attended the most incredible News Years celebration in a bar called the El Toro Lounge…I wore a handmade paper hat with a picture of Katherine Ross glued to it…we did some great hitchhiking and exploring…and never once did I see on the map or hear from other travelers of these legendary….waves of grain, purple mountains or fruited plains…hmmm…and we traveled a great deal over the years…..and

nothing…

So…I’ve always believed that I have a choice of being right…or being happy…and yes I can be both…but more often than not, happiness and rightness do not share the same space…one way streets, I will always forgo happiness for the sake of being right…the book, “Napkin Notes, On the Art of Living” speaks a great deal about this and how it’s entirely about you…check it out…

Here are my thoughts this morning translated into photographs…hope it make sense….have a swell day!

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Enjoy

“I have always felt a little homeless. It’s a strange thing.”

Too Much of Anything is Too Much…

“Infinite growth of material consumption in a finite world is an impossibility”

IMG_0318To say enough is enough in this day and age is like screaming into the wind, expecting results that are going to be life changing…everyday our world is dominated by political disarray…instability and the growing threat of a world we’ve never known becoming normalized…and its not just that…everything we encounter is dramatically opposite of what we as human are really designed to live in…I thought it was kind of like harmony…we were supposed to get along…sort of move forward at our pace and help when we can and get help when we need it…

In my 60 years…most of which were fog living…cliff standing and juggling while driving at high rates of speed…I was a rambler…a mover from place to place a “Serial Stroller”, if you will…and in that time, I’ve encountered a great number of people who just want things to  stand out as…well…simple…small…easy and relatively light weight…kind of like a great down sleeping bag…functional…kick as warm and equally as valuable…light weight…

 

I went to buy cream last night…just plain old organic half and half, (I prefer Straus) …and I realized how screwed up we live…nowhere to be found was organic half and half…there was almond creamer, soy creamer, every flavor you could imagine creamer, non-dairy creamer, organic hazelnut creamer, store brand creamer, big plastic bottles of creamer, small glass jars of creamer, creamer I could not figure out how to open creamer, creamer in different languages creamer, creamers with warning labels, pretty generic creamers and finally tucked away on one tiny isle amidst the sea of creamers was…organic half and half…I was more than mesmerized…sort of felt I’d survived an inquisition during the Spanish Inquisition…My curiosity got the better of me…led me to the other isle of the store…34 brands of coconut oil…acres of cereal…bread to feed everyone on a super busy headliner gladiator Saturday at the Colosseum…soft drinks enough to give a small country diabetes…enough spices to season every dish everyone with my last name will cook for the rest of their lives and the lives of their grandchildren…my point was easy…WHY?

Why do stores offer so many choices that it causes us to be unable to make a choice…5 items, maybe eight…and maybe put in a working organic garden for seriously fresh produce…a small micro brewery…maybe a meat eaters and vegan taqueria…a magician and a community meet up every week…stores would be smaller…but far more exciting, employees, I’m sure would be happier…and paint the walls with murals, hang local artists work on the walls…have debates…and campfires in winter…and for god’s sake change the names…use only names that sort of define the kind of grocery store it is and the extras….”Bob’s Rock and Roll Thursday Night, Free Organic Pancake Grocery”…we’d all get it right… Bob serves organic pancakes for free on Thursday nights and chances are you’ll hear some rock and roll music…ah simpatico!!!

It’s the choices…a few are good…too many change us…make us spend what valuable time we have wasting it on the green bottle or the red one that rests upside down, or maybe the white one that can be made into a candle holder when it is all used up…

Time is really very precious…more valuable than anything we can create…think about or build, and granted time is this weird made up construct but even if we didn’t call it time…it would do the same thing… and in the midst of all of this time…we wander…wander wondering what it is has to happen for “That” to happen…whatever that might be…

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Jimson Weed, Datura, Flower, Teachings of Don Juan

We all need to get it wired up really tight if we plan on seeing this through…want to change things…change you first…once that happens change leaks all over the place like kiddy pool with a big hole in it…who are you…what do you want and want to be…as John Prine said, “Move to the country, plant a little garden, grown a lot of peaches, try and find jesus on your own”…or whatever the words to your song might be…

Here’s where I was yesterday:

Whitewater Preserve, just outside of Palm Springs, and it was spectacular….

Enjoy your week, stay out of the bad places and if you have some really great ideas…please share them with me….let’s make some great stuff happen!!

“When you arrive at a fork in the road, take it” 

Become a Your Best Maker/Connector Today!

“If you’re not at the table, you’re probably on the menu.” M. Enzi

So, do you get what you want, or is more what you need??…I’d like to think we get what we want but mostly we don’t…we get what the universe sees fit to give us or what we deserve…which is one of the most bizarre things I’ve heard…I mean who decides what we deserve??? A nicer way of saying, “I want”,  is “I will manifest”….and seriously, “I want”, sounds  a little heavy, a little waiting at the gates sort of thinking…whereas, “I will manifest”, sounds more like you might have a secret formula…a blessing…some advantage…because of that water you drank in that cave in 1972…or there is a group of really spiritual people all wearing white and barefooted, pushing buttons, making calls for you…

Manifest  as an adjective means: readily perceived by the eye or the understanding as a Verb, to make clear or evident to the eye or the understanding, a Noun, a list or invoice of goods transported…..I love them all….it makes sense to Manifest rather than Want….kind of like swim…rather than drown….

I think we are very capable of manifesting…not just wanting…wanting is nothing standing in front of the process…waiting….

Here is wonderful new manifestation in my life…a new live/work/gallery space in New Mexico….yowza!! Thank you Suzanne!!!

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Not the dog, or the blue chairs……and probably not the pillow either…

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Here are some great things to think about….great pocket knives …Made these pancakes this morning, best I’ve had in a long time and ultra healthy…

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Have a great week, make some great stuff happen, become the maker of things in your life. Travel well, do some stuff you wouldn’t normally do….

“Everyone, no matter how refined, had a stash of porn.” – Tinnean

Behind the Wheel

The worst enemy of life, freedom and the common decencies is total anarchy; their second worst enemy is total efficiency.” Aldous Huxley

I’m not really certain about the landing place for me. I can tell you it has  much to do with “The Road”, the adventure that always waits on the porch for you to come home. You know, that place that is uncertain in a kind of wonderment way. Have you ever taken a trip with no map, no directional device to get you there? That’s what I’m talking about. Just road, vehicle, you, enough water, gas and food to get you, “There”, where ever, “There”,  might be. Sounds overly romantic and irresponsible…c’mon, you have a mortgage, credit card bills, all of those things that have to be done before anything else gets considered. 

I’ve recently taken to to carrying in my car, a, “Bugout Bag“, along with a sleeping bag, a Camprest mat, my favorite pillows, some Mezcal Vago Elote and all of the goodies to make a killer cup of coffee basically on demand, oh and of course something to eat! This way, I can stop, sleep, drink coffee, mescal, have a sandwich and enjoy a great time looking at the stars for a few hours. 

My last drive, was home to New Mexico through the back roads of Nevada, Utah and Arizona. To say it was spectacular is an understatement. The journey changed me, solidified my feelings of adventure, place and the things I must do to keep a real smile on my face. Here are a few of the reasons:

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This is at near Gypsum Creek in Utah

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Rodeo Trophy Buckles, in a pawn shop, Gallup, New Mexico

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Bryce Canyon

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Zuni and Navajo Bracelets at the Gallup Flea Market

I started reading Edward Abbey, I can only imagine he would have been wonderful to take a road trip with.

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Just got home from 2 weeks in Palm Springs. I am working my jewelry magic at the Palm Springs Thursday night VillageFest. If you are heading to Palm Springs, make it a point to come by and see me, and stop at this restaurant in Flamingo Hills, La Copine….the food is great.

Please take a few moments to share where you’ve been, where you want to go, what you want to do….I’d love to hear from you.

Be safe, stay between the lines as much as you can, live harder than the serious stuff that’s completely unimportant, tell those you love, you love them often and most of all hug the adventure like nobody’s business!!!  

“You can’t study the darkness by flooding it with light.” Edward Abbey

July 13, Studio B2

“Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?”

The word “Freedom” is defined as… “the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.”…and as we know, if freedom truly existed, my right to act, speak, or think without hindrance or restraint will certainly piss maybe a few thousand somebodies off somewhere…probably more…just as your right to act, speak, or think without hindrance or restraint will do exactly the same in the pissing off department of living life. So,

Is freedom an illusion? 

Do we just like how the definition sounds, and by saying we are free enough times it will miraculously develop into the dictionary definition of freedom. And what about the guy who is cooking meth with the underaged wife, kids from 7 different women, 13 pit bulls, who has an incredible confederate flagged tattooed on his forehead who just moved in next door to you who believes in and does just about everything you loath, disdain, and in your core believe is completely and utter wrong and unacceptable…does he have that same freedom you have, does he deserve it..you make the call…How about the couple who believe in a different Big Guy in the sky than you do, or the family that says “Si” for yes, or maybe that kid who has been in the wheelchair since birth, oh, or Mr. and Mr.  who just moved down the street…what about those people over there…or there, (pointing opposite direction), or even those guys over there, (now pointing at about a 45 degree angle to the original direction), or anybody you don’t agree with or like because they are________________ (fill in the blank)… 

Rodney King said…”Can we all just get along?”…sorry Rodney, we don’t want to…our system isn’t set up that way, never has been and probably never will be…see you can have your freedom as long as it doesn’t ever cross the line of another’s freedom…think of it like a big circle around you wherever you go…kind of like the Maxwell Smart “Cone of Silence” without the silence thing. People who believe the same stuff can always cross each other’s circles until they can’t…while people who don’t believe in the same stuff can’t even get close for fear of a boundary encroachment. And until the idea of true acceptance is installed, we will continue to practice this method of freedom which as we all know is further away from freedom than not…

Today is a great day to start…purposely watch people, see how you respond to them, what they do, how they look, talk, walk, move, and do…it is pretty likely you are part of the problem…and realize or at least try to realize, that they are going about their lives mostly as oblivious as you are going about your life and really only want to be happy, healthy, loved, cared for and find some joy in their world, (this to me is freedom)…and if you don’t want them to have that or do that because it is not your version of being happy, healthy, loved, cared for and finding some joy in your world…you don’t want to be happy or free…you want to be right!!!…so there is a lot of vacant property you can move to in the desert and never have to worry about these people and you can remain…right…

Ask yourself, do I want to be right or happy?

“Nothing made me happen. I happened.”

Enjoy…

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The Road to Greater/Better Homogenization

“The computer can’t tell you the emotional story. It can give you the exact mathematical design, but what’s missing is the eyebrows.” 

So this morning over breakfast, our conversation digressed into the world we actually live in -vs- the world we sometimes…most of the time, think we live in….I listened to a conversation with Bill Moyers, (one we all should take the time to listen to) so…here’s the link.

A Starbucks on every corner, where do you buy office supplies if it is not Staples or Office Max…oh, and hardware…hmm, let’s see Home Depot or Lowes…I’m wondering why a homogenized landscape has become far more appealing to the masses than the diversity we scream we want…and demand in every other sector of our lives…

I live part-time in Northern California, specifically, “Wine Country”, what ever that means!! Living here, tasting wines is as normal as putting on your shoes, so, you’d think that each winery was this ma and pa owned vineyard, you know…..the one that Dolores and Chuck worked their hands to the bone to make the elixir so sought after….well that day did exist…once…and it still does to a very small degree. I don’t profess to know much about wine, other than what I like. The word “Estate Winery” brings a photo of Dolores and Chuck, growing their own grapes, harvesting, pressing, fermenting and bottling same grapes into their labeled bottle, and finally selling them to us…us meaning all of us….sorry…not any more…in most cases, (no pun intended) BIG GIANT CORPORATIONS own all of the same used to be ma and pa wineries…they just show the old photographs that make it look like ma and pa still do own  it….want to know  want GIANT CORPORATION owns the wine you like to drink…it might be HERE

So here’s my point…why eat the same meal everyday, read the same book each night for the rest of your life…oh and maybe you should wear nothing but khaki colored clothes forever, own one Jack Russell Terrier after another, drive the exact same car, only listen to one song,  maybe 2….basically do the same shit over each day everyday and think that’s living life…. with any diversity…I mean sure you might see someone who is doing the exact same thing, except their choice of dogs might be Rhodesian Ridgeback, clothing color taupe, and the songs are different by a few notes…and you become envious…as you drink your Starbucks coffee, with your Home Depot name tag, waiting in the drive up line at  KFC to order lunch, of something that looks like a chicken part, looks like macaroni and cheese, looks like a real biscuit, and comes with a fizzy 20Xs sweeter than sugar  beverage loaded with aspartame, which is KNOWN to cause cancer, imagine that….and all is groovy….just living life….

Everything is the same, nothing is different…drive through any city, you will see the homogenization of America close to completion…..ain’t it shame that we have let this happen….

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”

 

I Saw__________ in a Box of Jelly Doughnuts

“A well developed , precisely defined scar with great character”

Bob Dylan once said, “A hard rain’s gonna fall”, and It seems a deluge is on the way.IMG_9836
Dividing lines….I am, (fill in the blank), and I really believe you are, (fill in the blank), and it is clear for as much as I am, (fill in the blank), you are (fill in the blank).

So all of that being said, the world should spin wonderfully on its axis, small glitches here and there, really nothing to worry about right ? I mean after all most of us don’t give a shit about the big picture, and really what does me just living me have to do with you just living you….and I don’t care who you screw, or what you pray to, or if it’s beef tonight or tofu, if you’re going to heaven or if you’re just dead when you’re dead and the dust to dust conversation holds true….

I’d like to think most people don’t care….ah but that is where I’m wrong, dead wrong….because most people do care, and they care in a, “I don’t really fucking care kind of way”…you know that sort of over the shoulder look as you’re walking away from a really bad dream or when you just realized that love was not what you thought it meant all along…so anyway…people do care and they care far more than they should, not because they care about how you’re doing, but because they care mostly about what you’re doing that they don’t agree with so they can make what they do somehow seem more right…I mean really who cares if men love men and women love women…or if an electric car is better than a gas guzzler …or is some 63% of people who eat at McDonalds think “Real Beef”…is really beef…or if you think radical religious fundamentalism is defined to them….you know….those guys….or if god is on our side but they say he’s on their side….and those guys, well they say he’s really on their side…hmmm….

Think about it, because a burning bush said it, or prophet under a tree said it or maybe a box of doughnuts said it…it just means somebody/something might have and not very likely said it, and that’s kind of the end of the story…And if for some reason you think because I’m wearing stripes with checks is an abomination because a box of jelly doughnuts said it is…you might want to collect yourself first, find out what you’re doing that the box of jelly doughnuts or the burning bush or the prophet under the tree try might call you on….tag you for, your inconsistencies or misgivings or violations of the concepts, rules, and holy stuff of said bush, prophet or Bavarian cream filled…and once you have successfully completed your entire life of living by the sacred principles of what your dogma dictates, then and only then can we have a conversation about what you, (the global you) think I, (the global I) am doing wrong…and still…it just doesn’t matter…

 I abide by 3 simple bits of dogma, that keep my cup full….and a few acquaintances of mine will know exactly what I’m talking about:

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  • The Sacred Purple Tub of Squares
  • The Parable of “The Thousand Deadly Sauces”

So until next time, travel well, play hard and above all don’t worry what somebody else is doing…simple, if you don’t like something…don’t do it, and leave it right there, because there is somebody out there who loves to do what you don’t want to do….

Here’s something to enjoy wherever you are….

“If somebody acts like they don’t care….believe them”

Blue Moon, I Saw You Standing Alone

“If you’re going to kick authority in the teeth, you might as well use both feet”

I’d like to think things make sense, and most things…yet is seems making sense is secondary to what it looks like. Saw a guy in line…3 credit cards declined…4th worked…but he was dressed well, drove a nice car, IPhone 6, and all there was to make what there was look convincing…to most…

Your plan, any ideas? well for me, it is becoming more about the community, this year is 60, and what I do now will follow me for the rest of my life…so I’m buying socks, no really, socks guaranteed for life Darn Tough Socks…check it out…and that is how I’m beginning to think, I mean I don’t rush to the restaurant offering the pre-senior special, or, “Nope, we only stay in AARP approved hotels”…there’s a fuck of a lot more to it than that. My 80 year old friend would do it differently if he could, and if he would…I should think about different…you should think about different…and that entire doing process…because there are options, you know…and pretty good ones, without declined credit cards…

Maybe it is time to start planning your community…not the one we all are slowly herded into, but the one that is rich and thick…luscious and filled with color and lots of paint…after all, it’s the lessor of 2 evils thinking right..except for the winner of that particular contest, well it’s still evil…but doesn’t have to be…

Thoughts about Postcards…Bones and What I really see…and My Own Personal Wishing Well

So tomorrow if you woke up and were doing exactly what you really wanted to be doing….is it different from today??

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored