Thursday, April 19, 2012

This Face

This face.  This face is my morning, this face is my midday, this face is my evening.  This face is my moon and stars, this face is the sun of my life.  This face will be nine soon.  Everything with this face is growing, loving, learning, sharing, caring and a complete maniac.  This face questions everything, this face scrutinizes each and every word you say, this face says "There is no try, only do".  This face warns me of the coming storm in a few years when this face will tell my face that I know nothing and I couldn't possibly understand.  This face will want to call boys, this face will giggle with girlfriends, this face will want to borrow the car.  This face will want to go to proms, this face hopefully will go to college, this face will succeed.

This face, well this face is everything I will ever need. 

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
~ William S. Burroughs

Monday, April 16, 2012


Assumption: A. an assuming that something is true
B : a fact or statement (as a proposition, axiom, postulate, or notion) taken for granted

The written word usually doesn't have a profound effect on people unless there is some emotional connection and/or sometimes guilt associated with a particular topic.  This also happens when ignorance of a situation is in play.  Not having all the facts, not really reading but driving from a completely emotional reaction.  The reaction doesn't come from nowhere.  If one believes that, then they are a fool.
My words are my own, I take responsibility for all of them.  My blog is my own, what I write about is what is going on in my life in a multidimensional forum.  Not one post is ever one dimension, there is always some reference in regard to the myriad of things I deal with, and the myriad of people I deal with on a day to day basis.

If ever a person whom reads my entries and assumes it is all about them, that is pretty egocentric and profoundly vain.  I don't air specific "dirty laundry", if I am, me, my emotions, I will generally write about the broad gross emotion.  If you don't believe me, go through the rest of my posts and see, unless there is something happy to report, I don't vilify.

If you have contention, don't lurk, ask me.  Otherwise find another place to read, your loss, not mine.  If the assumption is made about my topic, the old adage is it makes an ass out of you.  I know I can look in the mirror each day after I write a post. 

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
~ William S. Burroughs

Tuesday, April 10, 2012


Really, someone explain it to me already.  I haven't got a single frickin' clue. What is the deal with you guys? And YEAH I do mean GUYS! 

You walk around smelling nice, looking good in dress slacks or a pair of jeans.  You flash a smile, do some manly instinctual gesture that makes the female of the species sort of tingle.  It's the hunt isn't it? Come on, you can let me in on the secret.

I have been reading you know.  The pheromone thing is still working for you right?  I know I am a victim to the sensual, sneaky, primal man smell you waft in my general direction.  It is completely unconscious on my part.  I am drawn in before the evolved part of my brain has snapped me into reason.  OH MOTHER NATURE AND DARWIN! DAMN THEE! DAMN THEE!

If I could have a conversation with Richard Dawkins and his Selfish Gene I would tell him where to stick it.  But then again, he is a man and probably enjoy the fantasy.  He probably smelled nice too.
"There is a power-struggle between genes and their host. In fact, the claim is that there isn't much of a struggle because the genes usually win without a fight. Only if the organism becomes intelligent enough to understand its own interests, as distinct from those of its genes, can there be true conflict." R. Dawkins, 1976

Is that it? Am I having a conflict with my genes? My DNA is winning over my primal brain and its functions have made me mad?  My authentic self is completely gone when you are around.  Could this be the end of, well, Me?

No, no I must put up a fight.  Damn the mitochondrial DNA, damn the releaser pheromones, I.....MUST.......FIGHT! 

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
~ William S. Burroughs