So let me throw out a hypothetical question: What if you were told you could not do the one thing you truly love to do anymore? It could be anything like… Continue reading “What if…”
Good morning! Welcome to my blog. As usual I have my own agenda and linear (into un-linear) thought process. This morning sitting in the car driving into work, I heard a song on the radio. The song I heard was from 1986, the band was Genesis and the song was Land of Confusion. Since that song was recorded over 30 years ago (wow, that hurt to type) there have been a few ‘covers’ of that song done. When I say covers, I mean of course that another band performed and recorded the song with their artistic touches added; or they were just trying to play the tune to the best of their abilities with the lead singer’s vocals to add a different sort of flair to the original (wooooo!). I already had a couple of topics in mind to blog about today but this concept jumped to the front of the line over the other contenders. So I present for your consideration and judgment(s) eight examples of fairly well-known songs that were remade or covered. I further weigh in on which version I prefer and any other tidbits I may find noteworthy. With prolonged ado, ado, ado, ado and ado…I give you these eight songs:
The year was 1986 and I was a 14 year old freshman in high school when I first tried to end my life…
Back in 1986 there was no Twitter, there was no Facebook and there was no Instagram or the plethora of other social media outlets to draw a ground swell of attention to social issues and topical relevant trending events. Back then 1 out of 1000 of the ‘happenings’ were reported and that was just typically on the nightly news. Oftentimes serious events or noteworthy occurrences in other states or worldwide took weeks to be reported and then it would be in periodical magazines or in the newspapers. Believe it or not, there were school shootings decades ago that happened…but there was no instant broadcast vehicle to relay the information around the globe. For those that have only existed in this instant gratification world of constantly evolving and morphing new age technologies, these concepts must be unfathomable. Continue reading “Suicide Awareness”
Good morning and welcome to June 5th 2018. What’s news and interesting? Do you know Bill Gates? Asking for a friend.
Sometimes it seems like nothing, and I mean virtually nothing, is within our control. At times like these I fall back on a sentiment from a cheesy little movie I truly enjoy called The Replacements. The main character in the made-up football flick is Shane Falco. During the course of the movie we get bits and pieces of his current life and the backstory that the ‘present day’ person is built upon. Shane’s character has a minute in time where he is addressing his teammates in the locker room. This is a vulnerable moment where he relays a fear to try to unite his teammates. His analogy is about the pitfalls of his playing career. He labels his fear: quicksand; I’ve stolen the passage and pasted it below: Continue reading “Paper Airplanes”
Never grow up, just don’t do it. It’s entirely a trap. Bait-and-switch. A punch to the face while sleeping. No matter what great things you think there are in being adult, it’s just not worth it. Yeah there are a few decent but elusive perks (censored) but the mountainous loads of BS you have to endure for those precious few perks will only turn you quickly to a life of vice, bitterness and unrelenting sarcasm.
Peace. Friday the 13th style.
Happy Hump Day – the last one for March 2018! Time, relatively speaking, seems to have flown by in the first three months of this year. It is already the end of March and the baseball regular season is set to begin tomorrow (Thursday, March 29th); so that is something to be excited and enthused about for the short-term. But twirling in this everyday grind of adulting, things are so much lather, rinse and repeat. Obviously for the hygiene-conscious people this has a literal translation but also in the cosmic sense of full-time adult life of having to work to support family and a life style – it applies there too. Continue reading “No Offense”
For everyone who has told me:
You’re not good enough
You will fail
You are worthless
You’re too short
You just can’t
You don’t matter
I DON’T CARE…and SUCK IT.
Hello and welcome. Today is the second Wednesday in March 2018 so if you have a calendar you can probably narrow today’s date down based on deductive reasoning. For the first time in several weeks I feel as though I can catch my breath. No I have not been on a treadmill non-stop or doing a ton of exertion-based exercises. I am meaning from a figurative point of reference, I can mentally exhale and be OK for a minute. Continue reading “Social Anxiety”
Hello and Merry one week until Christmas (Monday to Monday).
Today I have had two encounters with two different companies for issues that required engaging these companies’ customer service departments. The first one, after a 23 day wait and second impatient Tweet, resulted in the desired outcome to replace my damaged iPad from last month’s flight to Atlanta. The second interaction was not as successful, even though this bout of customer service is on its sixth e-mail response on top of a verbal call that came while standing in the TV room of a tire replacement business. Continue reading “Customer Service…or not”
So many things whirl around in my head. All the time. It’s like a non-stop vortex that’s not really there but yet always there. Round and round she goes, where she stops no one knows…
As usual I’m sure you are not completely following my gist and that is quite OK. Some days it is like two children with interlocked hands going rapidly in a circle. At first there are some giggles as the sensation is exhilarating and then as the speed increases and the awareness of potential harm rises…the laughter stops and they look for a safe way out.
…this is an excerpt from a story I have had in my head for a few months now. There are many things trapped inside my brain and the rate of release is far too slow for allow for a safe and slow stoppage it feels like most days.
From a very young age I turned introspective. This was mostly due to absent parents (who needed to work to support us), a mentally challenged older brother and very limited vocabulary dogs. Aside from school where I didn’t blend well with the majority of my classmates, I spent a great deal of time by myself. I taught myself my mechanically awful and yet at times beautiful softball swing. From the springboard of my Commodore 64, I learned by trial and error rough computer programming and an enjoyment of video games. Through punishments I dove into reading and used that as a vehicle to eclipse the time served as best as possible.
Fast forward to the here and now. At times I still feel like that 10 year old kid, banished to his room for youthful offenses, with so many thoughts and self-doubts ever present. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change my life the way it is now. What would be the point? The glass half empty mentality reasons: It could always be worse. Everyone has their own journey and baggage and inner sanctum.
With the last few grains of sand left in the August hour glass, about to flip over to September, I need to mentally look around 360 degrees. It has been a pretty good year for the most part. Yes, Kristi did injure herself and I had to say good bye to two amazing musical artists gone too soon but otherwise there have been more good days than bad days. I’ve gotten to make some new softball friends and on the wings of my two podcasts reach so many more people that I most likely never would have. For these things I am grateful, very grateful.
If, and some days that is the largest word in the English language, I can stay out of my own way, the days to come have so much potential. Self-doubt and self-sabotage typically do far more damage than external forces in my opinion and experiences. So if I can stay focused on my goals and the good things in my life, there will be even more good days to outweigh the negatives. A huge key to this plan is patience. Rome was not built in a day but it was finished on a day. I do not know if I will ever accomplish anything noteworthy or memorable but I vow to at least try…until my breath stops forever. To everyone around the globe who reads my blog or once read my blog, thank you. Truly.
Patience and peace.
Tonight I am supposed to play league softball at Fenton Park. As I type this, the windows here are being pelted with strong wind and rain. This may translate into a rain out and no softball for me. If that happens I will be sad because I was really looking forward to getting in BP (batting practice) to divert some of my inner frustrations and depressing thoughts.
What do I have to be frustrated and depressed about? Too much to type here and for the record no one cares anyway so why bother to waste the energy expounding on the topic. Normally I would shunt this kind of post to my Tumblr account but today I’m just in give up and don’t care mode.
I hope your day is going better than the pathetic mental progression I was stepping through last night at the Dollar Tree in Arnold (MO).
For the record I am not perfect, nor have I ever said or implied that I am.
Occasionally my mind travels in weird loops instead of the normal linear process that most people enjoy. It’s not all bad. Sometimes I get an idea out of the blue and run with it. This morning it was shark cages.
Now I didn’t say Shark Tank like the popular TV show. I said, shark cages, you know like the metal ones they drop into the ocean with humans inside who want to ‘swim with the sharks’? Crazy mofo’s is all I’m saying there. But nonetheless, the idea of shark cages kept darting at my brain like a moth to the softball field lights at Wolffs Softball Haven during the late games of league.
Shark cages. How much does a ‘nice’ shark cage cost? How much does a cheap shark cage cost for that matter? Who makes a quality product and who has negative reviews (if they survived to post about it)? Can I get one on Amazon.com and get free two day shipping with my Prime membership? Does it come pre-assembled or is there like an 80-page booklet of instructions to go with 361 unique parts to put together? Do they offer an extended warranty?
With the miracle of Google, I was able to cultivate some rough information but most of it is skewed towards people just wanting the dive experience with a company that has existing cages. For example, this one company near San Francisco offers a special $825 price per diver in the cage (max 4 people in cage) but they also do not guarantee that you will see a shark. No refunds for shark no-shows or equipment malfunctions (air tank failure? boat sinks?) to boot. Although, for that $825 price it included a boat charter, time in the water (in the cage) and wet suit with air tank rental. So all-in-all that seemed like a decent time unless Megalodon comes along and swallows your cage with you safely still inside! In hopping from site to site, I did see one place overseas that offered “kids swim for free” (in the cage). Sounds like a great traumatic experience for impressionable young minds!
But eventually I did find some rough pricing for buying a cage. Depending on what size and what bells and whistles you wanted, you could get a ‘personal’ cage for about $8000 and other more industrial cages went for about $25,000. The caveat being that you needed to have a vessel capable of first hauling, then dropping and withdrawing the cage from the ocean.
Hopefully you found this post both informative and enlightening. If you were on the fence about purchasing a shark cage or swimming with the sharks and this piece didn’t sway you one way or the other, perhaps watch the movie 47 Meters Down.
Glub Glub Glub GLUB!
That was me underwater saying to have a great day.
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
All the hurt inside you’ve learned to hide so well
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can’t be who you are
Eerily this is one of my favorite Linkin Park songs and this passage is tragically appropriate today. It was only two months ago I posted a tribute to Chris Cornell acknowledging his suicidal passing. Today, on Chris’s birthday, the world lost a tremendous talent and creative force from within the band Linkin Park. Chester Bennington has passed from this world and the world will never be the same.
As someone who has struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts since I was 14 it’s a hammer blow to absorb. On many of my darkest days, I used music to help me ride the roller coaster of emotions that tormented and eroded my spirit. It’s a highly sensitive subject and not one I’m looking to debate today.
I noted in my piece on Robin Williams that it is amazing how someone you have never spoken to or met can have such a profound effect on your life, philosophy and emotions. To Robin, Chris and Chester…RIP and thank you for what you have given me.
A moment for everyone’s loss…