What the hell is happening?
A perplexing proposition parlayed into paradoxical perpetuity,presented as a pertinent peripheral, bordering on the paranormal.
Goddammit, it's good to back in the land of the English language. Latin may very well be the language of love, but when it comes to the flat out, misuse of verbiage, you just cannot beat this diatribal, banal, idiom. How well Shakespeare knew this.
And know I am not drawing any parallels.
Well I've been away for approximately six or seven months, and from what I can tell not much has changed in the never ending foray into the cultural abyss we call modern living. Only the cast.
We seem to have gone from an unhealthy obsession with Sara Palin's intellectual frailties, to an equally disturbing infatuation with the dirty laundry of professional sports figures. God help us.
Yeah, Yeah, I know, stop taking the lofty high road, but for the sake of all that's just, and reasonable in the world, when is this dumbing down process going to be over. Just when I think I'm getting a grip on reality....BAM....the minutial cloud of banality engulfs me like a duck on a junebug, and almost sucks the very marrow of life blood out of me.
God I hate the cultural transition period.
Well enough about my dementia, how the heck is everybody?
Survived the winter I trust?
O.K. back to me..
Here is the breakdown for those of you with absolutely nothing else to do.
Got published .....twice ... yeah, yeah, big deal
Fell in love.......twice....yeah, yeah, who cares
Hey but wait.......one of them took....yeah, yeah, who cares
Went broke ......three times....yeah, yeah, I know, so did you
Missed my kid......lots
Played in several different bands and laughed a lot (they go together)
Rode my hog all over the place
Got harassed by police for riding my hog all over the place
Rewrote an old project...yeah, yeah, I am going to bore you with it
Saved two street dogs from a life of ruin, and academic obscurity
(well at least Cowgirl might care about that one)
Learned how to fish at night in a small boat....I care
Decided Viagra is for amateurs
Learned how to not, desecrate a language as badly as I had in the past
Made lots of friends...or at least I think I did...always a crap shoot
Cried when I said goodbye to aforementioned heartthrob
Yeah, yeah, I cried.... get over it
Left paradise
Landed in different place
Wrote blog
That's it kids.
Yeah, yeah there's more, but at the risk of becoming self indulgent,(yeah, yeah me), I need to hear all about your journeys.
Plan to read your stuff soon.
Adios por ahora.
3 comments:
Thought you fell off the end of the earth. OK, so this blog sounds like you are back in Canada, broke but in love, rescued 2 dogs on you hog. So did you bring the dogs and your love home with you? "Published" could mean anything from a novel manuscript or the blog you just posted or a letter to the editor for the Mexican Tribune!?!? Many questions are unanswered, but of course can be published in your . . . future blogs.
Welcome back to the chaos.
KJ
Hey BoBoJoJo-a-GoGo,
Gracias a Dios! It's not like we have been waiting or anything. BTW...what is 'gravational'? I do not know this word. Am I simple?
Okay, boohoo, BoBo, you are back in the First World -- get used to it. Things work here...like the plumbing..Hah.
Nice photo of the kid but who is that guy with the guitar?
xo, guess who?
GoGo ! I am going to google 'gravational' now...as you can imagine, this is really bugging me.
xo g
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