Without Practice

It’s like this: when I’m not inspired, don’t try to get me to write anything. You’ve probably noticed if you read this frequently, which you don’t, that my posts are quite infrequent. For instance, the last few days I’ve actually been nervous because I didn’t have and update and I really thought I’d been doing well on updates. I think the reason for this is that I have to be really inspired to put words down, if I’m not and I don’t feel what I do is going to be quality I won’t do it at all. This is something I need to get past, because good or bad, without practice, I’ll never get better.

Spaceman Jones arose from his space chamber. The clamber of the engines had ceased. The only meaning, they had landed.

As Old As You Feel

Waking every morning

To play at make believe

Putting on my big boy clothes

Suppress the scream that’s inside me

Everything seems the same

Routine Assimilation

Hiding behind the wind

A shield from your elation

Pound down the sun

Drowning in delirium

Find the hole and cut it wide

Broken down no place to die

I know, kind of dramatic right. I'm missing a lot of sleep today, and really I think the last two stanzas are mostly contrived. But that first stanza, that was magic!

The Left Offense

Today, I’d like to throw a little pity party for all my left-handed homies. As many may know, I’ve been taking Kung Fu for the last year or so and have been re-learning how to use my body. A lot of my study has been coming to terms with my left side, the obvious weaker side of my body. And when I say obvious, I mean obvious in comparison to that dude in Lady in the Water who only worked out one of his arms to make it super-buff in comparison to the arm that never got any work. First of all, I want to apologize to anyone who saw that movie, but if it’s any consolation, I saw it also. Secondly, the other day I was flexing in the mirror, as I like to do, and noticed a frightening difference in both of my arms. Now, this wasn’t necessarily the catalyst that pushed me into waking up my left side, I’d been doing that for quite some time, but now I’m doing just about everything I can we my left hand (insert innuendo, inyourendo).

This has brought to my attention all the little things in life that are specifically tailored for us righties, and it is some bullshit! There are door handles, DOOR HANDLES, which are specifically made for righties. We have these door handles at work, they kind of look like the letter J but backwards, not an L, well maybe a fancy L. The handles, oh they fit so snuggly when I’m opening them with my right, but when I use my left it’s like trying to find whatever it is they put in those magic-eye pictures! Call it what you will, right hand guilt or whatever, but I think south paws, got a bad hand dealt to them. HA!