It seems as if I always have to start it… get it going… then they will jump on board… maybe.To be honest… I’m getting a little tired of this. It’s not one project… this is the case in several things I have my hot little hands on at the moment. “Oh yeah… we support you… 100 percent behind it.” So, then I send out emails requesting assistance in certain aspects… crickets chirp. Discussions lead to …
: I really want to!: I understand… but we know that patience has always done well by us.: So, has action.: Always tempered with thought… our successes have always been backed by that.: What happened to spontaneity? We have been successful with that too, haven’t we?: Yes, but all our quick assertive decisions were always arrived at through the balance of logic and a calculation of probability.: Still a gamble.: Calculated nevertheless.: Hmmm…: What is …
… the love you take, is equal to the love you make. – the Beatles. It’s lines like that that I really want to believe in. I remember first hearing that album (Abby Road) when I was 12 and recall how the simple profundity of it hit me sideways. “Of course it’s true! It must be… it’s so simple it just has to be.” I was also at the age when I believed (along with …
It was my prediction at 12:01 on New Years. It certainly has been that for me. Some others have also intimated that it has been that for them as well. The process of letting go is an arduous one. For instance, couples who are still battling it out in and out of divorce court have really not let go. The fact that they profess to “hate” someone now… someone that they cared for and made …
… of the first weekend? Hmmm… this is gonna be an interesting one to write. Do I write this as an ex-producer of the Rogue… as a current independent producer & performer… or just an audience member? Decisions, decisions…. It’s probably going to be all over the place… so, bear with me on this one. First… the picture to your right is the actual line waiting for a 4 PM performance on a Sunday! I …
… when there is this low rumble of a threat that something could go wrong at anytime? I had one of those today. Just an uneasy feeling. I hate those… especially when that foreboding lingers all day. Though I am thankful (so far) that this inkling hasn’t played out… whatever it is. Just another short one today. Oh yeah, we caught some ink in the local paper yesterday. HERE is the link to that. Also …
… most of the time. The topic came up recently during a conversation about cheating spouses. A friend was sharing how the “ex” would make accusations of cheating when it was really the ex who was cheating all along. This sparked a lively discussion with the collective agreement that the accuser is more often than not the accused. When I was younger I was told that “pointing the finger gets 3 pointed back at you”. …
… the AM… promise. EDIT: 9:03 AM Monday Loads to do today… when is there not? But things are clipping along at a pretty good pace so, one has to be thankful for that. Last night I thought about where I am and how I got here. About all the shifts our lives take. How we decide to act or react to those shifts. The ebb and flow of life that causes us to ponder …
… as there are leftovers from yesterday that we are still stuffing our faces with… and glad we are for that too. I just finished off a plate and am quite content as I sit here and write. The flavors are still delighting my senses and triggering images nostalgic of distant times. Food does that for me… taste and smell just evoke time and place. I was thinking about this last night when Zonthar dropped …
