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Ma, take this badger off of me

I can't use it anymore,

It's getting dark, too dark to see
feels like I'm knocking on Heaven's door.

Books

 

They are called the classics.  They have made it to the top of the heap and have stayed there over the years.  Maybe it’s me, but I don’t see it.  I have read them and, I’m sorry but they just don’t grab me.  I attribute some of the disconnect to the passage of time.  People wrote differently back then, and different things were important than they are today. 

Standing in a room constructed in 1875 and looking out the window I wouldn’t have a clear view of anything.  The glass might not be all that clear, there may be air bubbles in it, and it could possibly be wavy.   It was simply a different time.  Writing was a slower, a more tedious process, filled with heavy descriptions that no one today can relate to, unless they’re a historian, excited about the old days.

Even so, I wonder what those books on the table are about.

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Now THAT's Funny

 

I have an excuse

 

After a long period of concentration and examining everything leading to this time in my life, I believe the reason for my stupidity is that my brain has reached its saturation point.   

I know from once owning a swimming pool that when treating the water, it will only accept a limited amount of chemicals.  Once past that point, it no longer adds anything one way or the other.

Like a sponge can only take so much water and then it simply repels or rejects anything additional. 

In viewing the vast amount of knowledge surrounding us, and the fact that that amount continues to grow, my brain simply can’t hold anything else.  I know, because I’ve tried.  I want to learn new things, while retaining that which I’ve already stored, but nothing new sticks.

Of course, I’m open to suggestions.  If there is a way to zip-file that knowledge I already have, then just maybe there could be room for new stuff.  But learning to accomplish that would, in itself, be something new.  Truly a dilemma.

 

 

 

 

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Let me count the ways

 

So simple and yet with such great potential.

 

It has the ability to light the way,

To warm the cold,

To remove the shadows or make them,

To signal someone,

To scare off a predator,

To deplete oxygen,

Add soot,

To write a message,

To fill a crack,

To add atmosphere to a ghost story,

To slowly disappear,

To float,

Or to use as Blog Filler.

 

 

 

 

Life as it is on Wednesday

 

We are a unique group.  We show up here, checking to see what is written.  Is it something funny, or insightful, or maybe inspiring?  Or is it just more gibberish, lame comments about nothing at all.  Hardly worth the effort.  And yet, here we are again. 

So just what is this strange alure of thoughts?  Words forming images that have spilled from some stranger.  Unrelated topics, random concepts and off-the-wall correlations between the chemical breakdown of pudding and shoelace knots.

It has been said that the unexamined life is not worth living.  Someone should really take a look at that statement.  If you ask me, I think hinges should be examined.  Yes, I said hinges.  Those gizmo’s that are attached to two different things, hold them together while at the same time, allowing them to swing freely. 

Take Doors, for example.  I’ve heard it said that Jim Morrison came unhinged and that was the end of The Doors.  What?  Too soon?  Perhaps, that’s a bad example.

Although becoming unhinged isn’t that difficult in a culture that is changing as quickly as this one. 

Alvin Toffler talked about The Third Wave, and that was some time ago.  The first wave was hunting and gathering, the second being the age of industrialization, and the third wave, of course, is the information age.  No one, however, talks about the undertow.  People getting swept out and lost forever in the sea of technology.

Our survival seems to hinge on us having that flotation device under our seats.  Don’t bother looking, it isn’t there.  Some people simply cling to nostalgia, while others wander about in denial.  Our little group tends to keep showing up here, hoping for something substantial, something that doesn’t require recharging.  

 

 

 

 

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