What to Remember

Never the times of day record
And never the moments recall
In years the mem'ries' edges blur
Yet passions stay on even's fall

As addled thoughts of youth forlorn
Raise wrongly bile 'gainst lavish joy
Anger, anger, sorrow, regret
Bear not such things--tis mis'ries' ploy

Laughter light is music pure
Not of the flesh, but spirit bold
With tempo strong, hearts beat, glowing
Rememb'ring love and friendship gold

We face the path of time

Do you remember the days when the dust blew by as the wind held us in it's ungentle caress? When in that early spring we dared to dream and our passion's future saw the world at our feet and glory round our heads. Time has taught us a few lessons since then, but still we dream; our hopes not now for us, but for our children. We yearn for their happiness and prosperity.

Enough trying to be deep . . it's St. Patrick's Day and I hope it's a jolly good one for you all! I've just spent some time reading over my previous entries here and remembering the times in which they were written. A strange path of memories that. But, maybe not so strange, given that life itself can be rather strange. I'm given to reminiscing today thinking of times and friends past, longing for good times again. Not that these days are terrible, just a bit stale. Stale days largely of my own making. I need to get a job. I need to quit being a hermit and get out and live again. Sorry to all of you with whom I've been largely uncommunicative . . it's not you, it's me.

My thoughts also turn to memories of friends and family passed, memories of happiness and good times bringing melancholy for missing them. My life is better because of them. And to the friends and family of one recently passed, I'm very sorry for not sharing my condolences and grief personally. Know that you all have been in my heart and good wishes. I've shut myself away from the world for the past season or two, largely to my detriment. It's time to get off my arse and live again. I sad that before, did I not?

It's been a season since I last posted here. In fact, one could count seasons and posts from me equally, if one were so inclined. Not that I'd advise it . . just rambling a bit here, trying to clear the awkward air.

So, some good notes from the past little while in my life . . good times spent with the kids. If you haven't seen Coraline yet, I highly recommend it. Especially in the theater . . I never knew how cool 3D could be. Makes me look forward to Ice Age 3. Also looking forward to Harry Potter 6 and hoping that its a better adaptation than the last one was.

I'll sign off for now, thanking you for your time. You all have my permission to be as Irish as you wish today.

I see a red door and I want to paint it black

Well, here I am again. Thought you'd finally gotten rid of me, didn't you? I'm sorry to say it, but I'm not so easily vanquished young warrior.

Actually, I'm not sorry! Haha!

It's nearly wintertime again and time is again something I have in abundance as I have once more joined the proud ranks of the unemployed. Woohoo! Actually, it would be woohoo if I had more money to enjoy this time. Oh, well, maybe I'll go back to school. Get a haircut and get a real job, as the song goes.

So how are all of you out there? Ready for the holidays? Ready for the apocalypse? Ready for Halo 3?

I'm not quite so depressed as I was towards the start of this year, for which I'm thankful. But I'm not quite perfectly happy. I don't think that's truly possible in this life, but I'd be a lot closer to it if I could win the lottery. Hehe, maybe.

I did have the opportunity last week to get together with most of siblings. It was a surprise party for my sister's fortieth birthday. A great time it was, lacking just one brother--he had to go to Prague. Like that's an excuse. The experience got me thinking of how nice it is to be accepted as who you are by those who really matter. For much of my life, I've hid things about myself from my family. I always thought it necessary--they are a religious lot and I'm not so much. So I've tried to hide my tobacco use and other things of that nature from them. Now, I don't care so much, and they still seem to like me. I guess I should have always know they would. I'm not gay, but I can imagine the sense of relief and release that a gay person feels on coming out of the closet. Which reminds me--I need to clean my closet, it's a mess.

Now, here we are again. Me trying to wrap this up cohesively and you probably not even reading anymore. Cool. I might just do a few more of these things.

Time Stand Still

In the face of another change of seasons, I feel somewhat obliged to dust off my rusty typing skills and post anew. For those of you out there who've been salivating in anticipation of this moment, you can relax your anxiety over my health and safety; I'm still here.

The summer was a good one; short but relatively peaceful. Weeks of long work hours punctuated by weekends of fun and relaxation with the kids. Swimming in the river, free concerts, and celtic music on the radio while making a late morning sunday breakfast.

Now autumn is on the doorstep and the kids are back in school. The days are getting shorter, the nights cooler, the leaves begin to change . . . I just wish I could slow the flow of time for a while. My perception of time's passage is losing focus.

It's an odd thing that we experience as we age, the older we get, the faster time seems to go. As children seasons crawl, as adults they speed by at a dizzying pace. It is the relative connection between our experienced time and our perception of its passage that's to blame for this illusion. The more time we've lived, or experienced, the less value a given unit of time has to us. As a child, a year is a monumental chunk of your lifetime; when you get to be my age, it's a paltry fraction. And I'm not really that old. Sigh.

At any rate, I hope you are all ok and that your summer was good and your fall will be soft. (Pun intended). I hope that you take the time to appreciate the time you have with those you have to share it with.

Time stand still, I'm not looking back but I want to look around me.

When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide

Hey there, and happy summer to you all! That's right, it's officially a new season as of last friday. Woohoo. So, some of you might remember a lil something I wrote at the last cusp o' the seasons, the vernal equinox. I think I may have made a few predictions then, and some of them even came true. The days did get longer! And it looks (hopefully) like the free world will soon be led by a black man.

Anyways, I'm not here to toot my soothsaying horn--however, said horn can blow for you for just $3.99 per minute! Dial 1-888-LIE-TOME* and I will tell your future!-- I'm just here to ramble a bit.

So, how's it been? How's your aunt? Is the gout getting any worse? I'm sorry to hear that. Oh, I'm fine . . . getting along quite swimmingly, really. Well, actually, I dunno how I'm doin . . haven't self-analyzed for a bit. But that might just be a good thing.

Wish I could make it to my family reunion next week, but, unfortunately I'm lacking the money and transportation. It would be nice.

Wish I could fix at least some of the problems that afflict those I care about.

Wish I could dance.

No, not really.

At any rate, I hope you are all as well as can be and that you will do what this summer wishes of you, even if you don't think it's what I would do.

*Author takes no responsibility for conversations or any embarrassment resulting from idiots actually dialing this number.

You can't rollerskate in a buffalo herd

What is it in us that makes us do things? I know, quite the profound, original question there. But, really? Have you ever found yourself sitting and thinking "What happened to the last five years?" or "Where did I put that umbrella?" I know, sounds familiar, doesn't it?

Well, I'll keep this short as I'm lacking the motivation to write anything real or substantial. You may have noticed the diminished frequency of my posts and the decidedly diminshed integrity. My apologies, been in a bit of a rut I guess, or maybe just coasting for a time. Yeah, that's more like it.

Oh, well, I'll fuel up soon.

Before you point your finger you should know that I'm the man

I'm considering voting for the first time this year.