I’m Back on the Airwaves…Oh Yea Baby!

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“I haven’t had the time to plan returning to the scene because I haven’t left it.” Mick Jagger

So…I’m back writing feverishly writing these days, and a great deal has happened since then, (whenever “then” was).

It is Farmer’s Market season in Northern California and oh baby, my feet are planted in the beautiful black earth of this part of the world and things are good. What am I doing you ask, well a bunch of farmer’s markets in Sonoma, Napa, and Marin counties…and having a great time. Here’s what I did last night, in Sonoma California and it was grand!

Food was exceptional, The Carneros, Morena Ale…out of this world and that basket of strawberry’s…well they never made it home!

So I’ve been thinking about what you’ve been doing all of this time…things are in the process of great wonderful changes and I’m sure for you as well.. so drop me a line and let me know where you’ve been and what you’ve been up to. We have a lot to talk about!!

“A decent beard has long been the number one must-have fashion item for any fugitive from justice.” Craig Brown

The Book of Truth..order your copy NOW!

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

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“Anyone who doesn’t take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either.”

It’s really what we know…was how the conversation began…I then inserted…”and what we don’t…see that’s the problem…I mean really why is it that you or I can walk into a supermarket and know nothing about what we are purchasing…other than a tomato is similar in shape..size…color…and visual to an apple…and that’s it…I don’t know a damn thing about that apple…with the exception, that if it is not organic it is loaded with pesticides…so my point is …what I call the

BOOK OF TRUTH…

The Book of Truth is just that…the truth…wouldn’t it be great to know the truth about everything or at least have access to the information…I’d love to know how Monsanto can convince the powers that be that using GMO products laden with pesticides and what ever magic there is is safe…a-okay to use and especially to keep it veiled like a new bride…It would read like this:

Well, truth be told, the only reason Monsanto gets away with what they do is because they spend a ton of money on us, (The Senate, Congress, etc). Usually 5-7 times a year they fly us to these great private resorts, called “Black Resorts” where they make all of our private, personal, bizarre fantasies come true…no exceptions…anythng we want , and i mean anything we want we get. They bring in the best disease free prostitutes, best drugs and liquor, they even have a great “Fantasy Director”, who will organize your fantasy no matter hope creepy it might be. That’s why they get what they want. There are many other companies that do this for us as well…God I love politics” – Anonymous Senator 

If this were the way is was explained…I’d get it…I’d understand why…but it’s not…it is left to us. the uninformed, the blind eyed, complacent, struggling to make ends meet populous…and we pretty much just have to accept it…I don’t think so…shouldn’t we demand the truth….I mean I want to know why the freeway is closed…not later, but right now…how difficult is it to put a sign up with all of the orange cones that reads… “Chemical Spill-Freeway Closed”…rather than having to listen to a paid lap dog explain on the news how a few thousand gallons of highly toxic chemicals spilled today, but there is really nothing to be alarmed about and how their company’s past record should be able to overshadow this…or wouldn’t it be great knowing that the war in Iraq was not orchestrated by a blatant manipulation and a pack of lies….wouldn’t you rather know that at a party Saddam Hussein….was found making out with Laura Bush in the East wing of the White House and George W figured he needed to kick a little ass for the insult…we’d get it…we might not agree..but it would be the truth…and some of us might even agree…”Yep…we should kick his ass

Jack Nicholson in the movie a, A Few Good Men said….. “You can’t handle the truth”….I think we could Jack…and I think the old adage, “The truth shall set you free” reall means a great deal…

THE BOOK of TRUTH…never going to be available at a bookstore near you…but it would sure be nice…I like when people tell me the truth…and I’ve always been told to tell the truth….

even if that dress does make her look fat…..

“Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.”

 

 

Making a small part of your life a Country Western Song in 2 very EASY steps….

From the MInd of the Manic

5.5.02

                                                          “Confessions of a River Dancer” ©2013, Robert Redus

“There probably aren’t a lot of actors my age who tap dance.” – Christopher Walken

there is always that point of recall…you know…that place where we can say it all began…John Anderson…the country western singer said… “It all started at a corner table, sipping on a Jack and Coke, and when the sun found us the next morning, we were acting like married folk” 

so some truth does exist that we might have an inkling of what is yet to come….I mean if you grew up in the 1970’s…went to a bar on a Friday night…chances are what you wanted just very well might have happened….wether it was drugs…trips to Albania in a cargo plane…sex…understanding what “Altered” really meant…or maybe being the best man at your best friend’s wedding just across the border with one of the girls you’d picked up a few hours earlier hitchhiking to Oregon….it…the true “it” was all there…and available for a small price at the time…

I once drove a car with 4 other people 3 of whom I’d met earlier that night…(around 10:30 at a bar in Juarez Mexico we left around midnight)…to LA to drop one of the guys off…we had an ice chest filled with beer some mangoes…a potted plant and 1/2 pound of dope…clearly…we only saw the inkling in small sporadic flashes across the windshield….throughout the entire trip…and to this day…I don’t know if anybody in the car actually…owned the car…when the haze cleared…we were at the point of no return and the guy we were dropping off in LA decided….he want to go to Reno instead….none of us had ever been to Reno…

my point is simple….what lies in front of us more often than not….has been there awhile…we’ve either stepped over it…walked around it…ignored or periodically acknowledged it…as if we are really going to get to it….and soon….and we drag it around like a sleeping bag…looking for a place to sleep…for the night

my father insisted I get a haircut every Wednesday night…and three of his army buddies and I would drive over the Zaragosa bridge into Mexico to get a haircut and a shoe shine for .45 cents….we then would stop at a bakery and eat some Mexican hard rolls with butter…buy a few cartons of cigarettes…and because one of his friends had a torrid love affair with vodka…he’d purchase 4 bottles of Oso Negro…you know the one with the little black bear on the chain around the neck of the bottle….we’d hide the vodka and cigarettes under the seat….every time my father passed through customs…. they’d asked him what we had to declare…he would answer….”Just haircuts and shined shoes”…one could easily look into the car and see all of us with really bad haircuts…and shiny shoes….that’s predictability to an extreme….but every Wednesday….I knew what to expect…and I can pinpoint…..starting day

Maybe almost 57 years old has offered up the why I believe this way lately….and maybe it hasn’t…it could be my mortality…or even that fact that I care more about fiber than at any other point in my life…the knowing what to expect most of my life frankly never really mattered….and now there is this need to find where it all started..sure this could quickly turn into the chicken or the egg dialog and it might never have an answer of any substance…and then again…if I ever find out where it started…might just ruin where it’s going…

I once knew a prostitute…who said she was Carol Channing’s sister “Wendy…now Wendy was from Zacatecas Mexico…originally and yes….she did resemble Carol…until she said anything…and once she spoke…it was clear she shared nothing with Carol other than maybe mitochondrial  eve DNA…even though it was not convincing…someone somewhere is telling…someone somewhere they slept with Carol Channing’s sister…Wendy…now that’s a place to start…kind of like John Anderson…. “it all started at a bar in Mexico, I was sitting with Carol Channing’s sister…Wendy…we negotiated a little..she liked me…I liked her….and before you know it”

So….I’d like you take a few moments…think about where something big started in your life….once you’ve identified the event…what’s it look like leading up to it….how did you want it to work out – VS – how it did work out….what did you want to happen after the event -VS – what really happened after the event…you know….were there blood tests…or paternity tests…did you run away…have to meet a bunch of people…say yes a great deal more than you wanted…or did you just nod your head a whole bunch….in either direction…look up alot…cross your arms or realized how little you cared for all of that stuff you once said was valuable as you were sneaking onto the cargo plane to Albania…now once you’ve been here…established some memorable event….my next challenge is…..

Can you make the  lyrics to a country western song from your event…..

here goes mine…:

It was  New Year’s  Eve, 1973,
El Toro Lounge, Santa Fe and I was
with my new friends from New York State 
 
She was a dark haired beauty, laughing at my newspaper hat
with a picture of Katharine Ross taped
right there on the front
I was rolling a Bugler cigarette thinking about paper clips, why dogs bark so much
when
she handed me a napkin with a key in it and her addressed printed beautifully in red ink
Chorus
she never said her husband was a murderer
she never said he was going to be released so soon
she never said I had to worry  much 
just as long as I was gone by next Tuesday at noon

so it all started….right….the rest of the story later….maybe…

“If I talk about something I either talk about it or I DO it… the minute I talk about it it’s lost all it’s drive and all it’s fun.” – Carol Channing

I just gotta be me….no matter who it bothers…even if it’s Colonel Sanders

Writings from the "Cuff'

“A lot of learned men think people really are the food they’ve eaten.” – Colonel Sanders

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“Fixing the Sidewalk” ©2013, Robert Redus

I really do love religion….and not because I believe in it…but because of how it has convinced so many people that “Doing Right” is just a part of being religious and since we opted in at the top of the food chain and morality chain…by definition it gives us a right over just about anything we want to be in charge of….not to mention in the midst of a war…God is on “Our” side…not theirs…even though they think God is on “their” side… what are they thinking…

though if God is on both sides….doesn’t that seem like overusing the word “Check”….

for as “smart” as we are and for as much that has been used and implemented in the name of religion…regardless of the religion…we are not very forgiving…nor are we accepting…understanding…empathetic…compassionate…loving…caring…or anything that even remotely resembles the concept of…LOVE…which call me crazy…but I think religion is brewed in that ideology…sort of…

Some people believe that the earth and all of it’s creatures were given to us by God for our use…to do with what we want and to exploit it to the point of no return…which is where we sit today…this is one of the bumper stickers on my truck:

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I mean really…what if Jesus really does show up and is just nothing here but a smoldering heap of what used to be the planet….there’s nobody to save…this is surely a WTF moment….

Global warming…no global warming…GMO’s no GMO’s…God…Allah….A bucket of Original KFC….all of these are just the distractions…Bob Dylan said….not necessarily with regard to the actual weather….”You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows”…and in this case he’s correct..eat a tomato from Walmart….looks like a tomato….red…crunchy…tasteless…and less of a tomato than a tomato should really be….the food we eat is not what it really is described as….the west coast has been polluted by the Fukashima disaster…and it ain’t going away…Cattle are the new canary in the mine….so to speak….take a gander …..if it looks scary….it’s because it is….and Point of No Return…. means just that…adios…hasta la vista….bien camino….

really….take a deep breath of the air around where you live…have a few glasses of water direct from the tap….maybe some fast food…get a blood panel….cheat on your spouse a little more….squeeze as much money as you can from everything you touch…buy more shit…lie more about who you are not what you do to prove who you really are….pretend help is a few cans in a bag at Thanksgiving….keep thinking…”Get a job” to the guy on the corner asking for money….and realize you…me…all of us have played a huge part in making the landscape….look like this….really…just take a look at which way the wind blows…the smoke from the tower….should tell you something…

Our blue recycled container arrived today….I’m quivering with anticipation….and loathing that I am going to fill it up with useless packaging that was designed so I’d buy the product…via visual appeal…and it doesn’t really have to be that way…so my goal is not to fill it…which means I have to continually buy products that don’t rely on how they want me to see it….

We are in a bit of a fix….I like the bumper sticker I’ve seen on a few cars… “Jesus Saves”….well now more than ever is the time for a little bit more than a little bit of saving to happen…

Clearly if people will just open their eyes…get rid of the need to be right bullshit… the sanctimonious attitude….and the idea that someday things are going to be fine….because it said so somewhere….here is the truth…..Colonel Sanders just might be one of the living dead…

so pray hard my little pretties…and hope you are here for the show down…and if not…have coke and a smile….

“I once wanted to become an atheist, but I gave up – they have no holidays.” Henny Youngman

An M2 Bradley $3,1Million….Annual Corporate Tax Breaks $180 Billion….The Truth…Priceless…

Political Ravings without the Explosions...

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“UnNatural Born Killers” ©2011 Robert Redus

“Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!”

so here we sit…waiting for Tomahawk Cruise missiles to find their way to Syria…at the demand of another corporate figure we call Mr. President…this year I finally “got” all of the hoopla around politics…and never before has it been as clear as it is today…clear like that of the business end of a magnifying glass…..

in 1974 while a senior in high school…a mandatory class…was Government…a study of all of the workings and laborious structure our forefathers put together so I….Robert R…could walk freely about…pretty much do what I want…be who I wanted to be…and say what I want to say…within reason…unfortunately…I believed in the system of government….thought that my best interests were held in some locked vault…tucked nicely into a large manila envelope that read…”Freedom. Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness…ALWAYS”

All during my  preteen years and until I was 18 we were embroiled in a war with the Dirty Communist Bastards over in SE Asia…who were using the small country of Vietnam as a stepping stone for eventual world domination and if we didn’t continue the pursuit of these Red Devils…we soon would be calling each other Comrade Benjamin  and Comrade Marsha…so when Saigon fell, the iconic photograph of helicopters being pushed from the decks of  aircraft carriers and people boarding the last flight out from a rooftop…not to mention some 58,000+ US troops killed…we said so long…regrouped…revamped…replayed and have been repeating  the exact same thing since 1970 something….the cast of characters has changed…with the exception of ourselves…our fears have been ethnic cleansing, ruthless South American and Central American Dictators, people who believe in a prophet named Allah instead of Jesus (imagine that)…religious extremists…every country in the Middle East except Israel….Dictators who we funded, provided with weapons…money…various WMD’s…and probably paid for some really elaborate dinners too…so really nothing has changed…We have had politicians lie to us about everything we need/must do to protect us against something evil out there that is threatening our way…yet when we…the US want to threaten how other people live…we use democracy…fairness…freedom and liberty as the proof…then point to ourselves as the example….

Did you ever ask someone to go steady…but did it through a friend…it kind of went like this:

“Hi Suzy Cream Cheese, I’m Tad the Make Out Guy….my friend over there in the red shirt staring at us…well…he really likes you and wants to know if you like him”…SC responds…” he’s really cute…and Yes I do like him”….”Great, well his name is Shy Marvin and he wants to know if you’d like to go steady/out/hook up with him” She replies…”Yes….I’d like that, but I have to wait until tomorrow”….yet in the back of her mind she is still hoping that her advocate Jane Doe Smith is working her magic on a particular Luscious Rick….Tad the Make Out Guy then returns to where Shy Marvin is waiting with anticiiipaaation….Shares the terms and  maybe an introduction some ground looking and the tango begins…designed by the nature of age…experience…wisdom and the overwhelming weight of stupidity to fail miserably within a few days…a couple of weeks at best….with significant….collateal damage….

Well that is a round about definition of a “Proxy War”….we can be Tad the Make Out Guy…or Jane Doe Smith….and we can work our magic on anybody that needs magic…like fork bending at a restaurant for….free desserts….that always ends in a…”How’d you do that?”

so…my realization is really not that earth shattering…nor is it going to make things any different…except the way I see how our system works and just maybe…will help you stop yelling at the television or placing any blame on those “WE THE PEOPLE….Elected”…because it doesn’t matter….the people we elected just happen to be the CEO’s of the corporations…they answer to the Board of Directors…which happen to be companies like say…Monsanto…Boeing….Goldman Sachs….etc… and the responsibility of said CEO’s is 1. maximize profits and 2. maximize value for its shareholders.  If you like me happen to be neither of those….maximization doesn’t sound like an appealing avenue of pursuit…..

Political Parties are one thing…they are corporations:

The Democratic Party Inc. -VS- The Republican Party Inc.

Here is a nifty LLC corporate structure that surprisingly has a governmental aroma to it:

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Just play with changing the names…and it will make a great deal of sense…then….

I don’t know about you…I just want honesty in our political system…I mean hey if you want to impose sanctions on a country because the truth is the president of that country slept with your wife and cheated you out of a few hundred thousand dollars during a weekend of debauchery, gambling and perhaps some illicit activities…..in some secret place…..and your pissed about it….tell us the truth…we might agree with you…

so in the infamous words of George W:

“Free nations are peaceful nations. Free nations don’t attack each other. Free nations don’t develop weapons of mass destruction.”

and Jerry Jeff Walker:

“Think about it darlin”

July…was a Duck….

Last Day of the Month, Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is June, and old age is August,  but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July.”

July

“July Ducks”, 2013, Robert Redus

July has always seemed like one of the renegade months….one of the unpredictable 12…I came up with Zenday one Sunday in July…and really it had nothing to do with me…it was all about the hypnotic influence the month had over me….like a car or a girl…or a crunchy peanut butter sandwich with  mountains of red plum jelly….when I was 16…stuff that was so important….the pin pokes….that really ruled my world in a….whirlwind sort of fashion…

Now when I think of July…I think of cooking on griddles…pouring clear liquid from one thing to another…sketchy things…things that if I ever had to explain them…it would be easier to play Mumbley Peg with a dozen or so…extra fingers on both of my hands…. July is also the reprieve month…the time where I think regularly… ‘Nothing can last for ever’….staring skyward…and wondering…the what’s and where’s….But I love July….too….enough so that the end of the month is being ejected from the safety of a revolving door…if you know what I mean….

I learned a great deal more than 10 things this month…but here they are…the….Diez Cosas….

  1. I don’t care for stir fried bitter melon
  2. Mixed welll….there are still some lumps….
  3. There are a lot of people out there buying a lot of junk to fill their spaces…rather than exploring their spaces…for a lot of junk that should go…
  4. Tasting a flavor of ice cream I would never eat at an ice cream store…then and only then do I make a decision about which flavor I want…
  5. Anybody’s recommendation is as good as anybody else’s….
  6. Inserts should always come with a new pair of shoes…
  7. There is a time in the very early…every morning between 5-5:15….I wake briefly and am most thankful for what I have…I think I smile a lot then….too
  8. Trendy and cool require a great deal of effort….money….and time….
  9. I am a fatalist with an existentialist filled center….
  10. I’ve never known anyone named Dewey or Melvin

So…..July turned out to be a duck here are a few facts about ducks….that make them special….

  • Ducks have no nerves or blood vessels….in their feet…
  • Ducks lay fewer eggs….beginning in JULY….
  • Ducks have three eyelids…

No wonder it was a good month….no blood vessels or nerves…fewer eggs and 3 eylids….Sweet Jesus…..

“I just love Chinese food. My favorite dish is number 27.”

I Gotta Testify…..

From the MInd of the Manic

"My Little Gunner"©2013 Robert Redus

“My Little Gunner”©2013 Robert Redus

“You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls.”

All couples have songs….my sweety and I are no different…we just have a kind of…”Different” song…we sing to one another….Ours happens to be a 1940’s classic by none other than…you bethcha…..Vaughn Monroe…and I’m sharing it…well because I’m sort of testifying…

I’m 57 this year…that is a monumental accomplishment for people who die in their 20’s, 30’s, 40’s and less than 57’s…I mean…I realize getting to a particular age is only an accomplishment if….the process of getting there was like pulling your fingernails out with…rusty pliers…or holding your breath for more than 3 minutes in 66 degree water…but nevertheless…getting to this place in my life has been interesting…I’ll just leave it at that…

What I’ve really learned along the way are some pretty powerful things…and things that sure some of you are going to probably say… “I already knew that, and that one…oh and that one, who doesn’t know that” …and if that is the case…perhaps closing the pie hole…turning on the television and praying for a few reruns of Magnum PI will be better for you than reading this blog……I’ll wait…..

I’ve discovered through these…almost 57 years…2 of the most important things…I have been working with…that’s correct…TWO  and only 2…but I’ll get there in a bit…

So today the world has…lost some  people…gained some people…has seen some good decisions…some bad decisions..seen some stuff that some people have said… “Hell yes”…while others have said…”You’ve got to be kidding, how’d that happen”…some people smiled more than before…while others grimmiced…like never before…some people were cured from diseases…and still others got diseases…for everything that happened today…there are those who thought it was great while others thought it was the worst…people excelled…people declined…peopled walked…people lost the ability to walk…some could see…others could not…some were…born…killed…celebrated birthdays…circumcised…beaten…lost their virginity…ate something new for the first time…fell in love…learned to hate…saw the same…defined differences…were afraid…triumphant…were constipated and had raging diarrhea…and it’s all going to happen exactly the same way tomorrow…and the following day and long past anything you will ever be…that being said…

it makes you want to say:

and the answer is…there is not a thing you or I or anyone can do about this ceespool…call me complacent…cynical…even misguided…but really….whatchu talking about….how you gonna change this…pray… march against everything….pay off your congressman…form a big Sub Chapter S corporation…sponsor a children’s beauty contest…wear argyle socks….there is nothing…nada…zip…that you or I can do about it…so my little pretties…here are the 2 most important things

El primero:

You can always get other people to believe your bullshit…almost all of the time

and Numero dos:

Never, ever believe your own bullshit any of the time

Where we are…well is where we are….we didn’t get here by accident…so if it’s the….second coming…global warming…or all of the pancakes you can eat special at Denny’s on Friday night…get your bullshit out there….get them believing it…and find a special song that means something for God’s sake….something that will get you off your ass and up….Testifying…

oh…and if you can’t figure it out…fall in love with it…..

“If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.”

7.1.13…The lasting effects and knowledge of June….2013

First Day of the Month, Last Day of the Month

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“Cause I Don’t Worry” ©2013, Robert Redus

“I’m not out to convince anybody of anything.”

I’ve not revisited the “First of the Month”…honestly in a few months maybe even….well…over a year…in order for the first of the month to have some value…there must be a connection to the end of the previous month…don’t ask me why…but it just seems a sort of…”foot bone’s connected to the ankle bone”…sort of progression… I have to say in all honesty…I prefer writing about what I learned in the month just finished rather than…what I think I’m going to learn in the month…ahead…seems so cryptic…

well here is the…where I’ve been…in other words the gripping thoughts and the skinny for June 2013…the month that has led me to this morning of writing about…my expectations if you will…for July…

10 Things I learned in June:

  1. There are a lot of people who buy a lot of pretty pointless…stuff…
  2. Bee stings are much different from what I expected…
  3. There is always something that has to happen before that something that really matters happens…
  4. I’m completely and utterly done with thinking that #3 is true and has to occur…
  5. Writing is much more liberating than I remember…
  6. Israeli food is the same as Middle Eastern food..so I understand the conflict even less…
  7. At art shows…people generally ask the same…4 questions…and tell me the same…3 storie… about themselves…
  8. Success for me is finding someone who is equally as excited about selling my stuff as I am excited about making it…
  9. At 56 I don’t need/want excuses…
  10. Sometimes it is just easier to nod than to say anything….maybe utter a couple of “hmm’s” …but remain for the most part…quiet

So there you have it…June in a nutshell!

July is going to have to wait….I have 30 more days to see what transpires…

see you then…

“If you start by promising what you don’t even have yet, you’ll lose your desire  to work towards getting it.”

It “Ain’t” always “Small” that makes a town small….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere.”

I’ve discovered I’m enjoying small town living…I’m already waving at people on my evening walk and know Earl from Dave…I even gave directions this afternoon…leaning into the car…saying things like… ” follow the road down there, stay right and turn at your first right…go 7 miles”….and I do it like I really know what I am talking about….but that’s not the reason…

I like the small town feel mostly for…what you want is not always there to get…and that works really well for me…

I needed coat hangers today….after the A and B decision were made….trajectory mattered…

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now in a city you drive over to the “Dollar Store”…..strap on the hand sanitizer holster while wading through a sea of diapers littering the parking lot…scrape the gum you just stepped in….off your shoe…on the curb….try and read the graffitti…scrawled on the sidewalk…have a little stare down with the small child….seated in the shopping cart…who clearly has an upper respiratory tract infection…and no one in the family is willing to put tissue to nose…wait in line behind someone who is counting out 89 cents in pennies and a few nickles….and then realizes they have a coupon to use…and finally pay for….the 10 for a buck coat hangers and are immediately accosted by the guy standing outside that is either really trying to grow dreads or is really not trying to….but yet he is….who is standing in the parking lot holding a large empty pickle jar….and he really wants to ask a question…or make a statement…or….maybe just talk….

Not here…that’s right…correct…not here….they just don’t have the coat hangers in stock and they won’t for maybe a few weeks….and I take a deep sigh of relief…look around…in a slightly upward direction….as if I’m going to point to the heavens in a “#1” gesture and mouth something sacred….but instead….I shake the clerk’s hand who just told me the coat hanger news and say… “God…I can’t thank you enough…you think it might be 2…maybe three weeks before you get some?” …”Yes sir” he responds….and I think what could be better…

better than this…BP still at 120/40….plaques resting quietly far…far away….

Oh there’s graffiti here…even crime…and maybe even a few people who had misdemeanor arrests in the 1970’s…

but the pace is like living  in a really small house…where 5 books takes up a wall…and more is always more…while less fills the place like helium….I discovered today…coat hangers are really cool…..when they were wire I had a lot of fun with them…and they were even cooler….

but today….I’ll mark my calendar for three weeks from today…and write…. “Pick Up Coat hangers at Hardware”……by then I might really need something else…..who knows

“All that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it,  an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a  point of view.”

What’s the difference if it doesn’t have a meaning….ask yourself that!

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees”

I recently relocated to Northern California…..a small town about an hour from the coast…..I’m waiting on my other half to arrive and then she and I will  find “The Place”…. that place we can hang up  the home shingle and walk along our redwood studded world saying things like, “Nice”…..”Glad that worked out”….and “Hup Ho”…I’m really looking forward to the “Hup Ho”…..so much so, I’ve been practicing saying it when I’m driving more than a few miles…..

I stopped for gas at a small sort of pink flamingo type place. One that had water spraying straight up in the air from fountains…..signs everywhere…..she  must have been a retired  Las Vegas show girl and….she had an affinity for large aquariums and  expensive…..gasoline…. 5.49/gallon…almost in the middle of the Mojave Desert….my questioning went like this….

  1. How did she get here?
  2. Was she Bavarian or German?
  3. Why was her gasoline $2.00 more expensive than Kingman Arizona prices
  4. When she said it was 112 yesterday was she talking in C’s or in F’s
  5. And how was it she said she knew so much about fish, but she’d never heard of an Oscar or a Convict?

well forget all of the hypothetical questions with no real answers……what really matters is I developed a pre-California Mantra…that for all  reasonable logic…made a great deal of sense and set the pace for my new Norcal lifestyle

“Cool…Moist…Quiet….Calm”

I once waited for Amma to give me a hug and a mantra for about a little over 14 hours….it was well worth it mind you….

but the “Cool…Moist…Quiet…Calm” mantra….Wow!…clearly has made an enormous difference in my life in a very….very….short period of time….It’s kind of like…”Hup Ho”… thinking….short…sweet…to the point….and I don’t really know what it means…

So  in the infamous words of the guy who sang for the band Chicago…. “Does anybody really care a oh oh oh oh”….. I’ll be thinking of you on my walk tonight….and wondering why does tannin occur naturally in redwoods….

“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once”