Randoms -
It's been a while since I've written on here and well I there isn't a whole bunch except scatter brained stuff. So, therefore, you get randoms.
First and foremost I would like to say that not drinking for a while really allows your brain to come back to life. I'm very happy today, and was yesterday, without the influence of alcohol. The lights looked pretty and the music seemed crisper as I skipped to work.
I was reading the Bono interview in Rolling Stone. First off they called it "THE BONO INTERVIEW" like people really give that much of a fuck about Bono and secondly even more so that fucking rag of a magazine Rolling Stone is interviewing him. Has any magazine lost more credibility in the last 10 years than Rolling Stone? Did it ever have credibility? Was it always a whore?
Anyway - Bono - said some really interesting stuff. A couple of my paraphrased favorites were that he is never ashamed of himself with God. He feels that if he goes out drinking God is with him. If he wants to act a fool God is right next to him doing the same thing. He sees God as a friend as opposed to a father. It was kind of comforting in a chicken shit justifying way. He also said that "Why is it that the dumbest people are the one's to show us and teach us the most beautiful thing we do. I mean pornographers and low life drug addicts and hookers are the one's teaching us about sex? That makes no sense to me and I'd like to see more poets,writers, and all artists really address the thing that we all crave." Bono - I think those artists do teach us about sex. I just don't think most people listen to much besides two naked people groaning. DH Lawrence isn't going to do it for most people. Bukowski once said that the poor fuck much better than the rich. Why? Because that's all they have.
Speaking of sex, I think my sexual drive will eventually shut down. I'm starting at 26 to feel it slip away. I just don't envision myself as being very good at it and that affects my desire to do it. I just don't think my sex drive is going to hold on that much longer. Oh well.
I erased everyone's number out of my phone except for a few. The erasing came from - if I don't call you then I don't want your number in there. No worries. Hopefully I'll have a reason to put it back in one day.
I restarted my Art of Knowledge blog in hopes that I can get my career back on track. I'll provide a link as soon as I finish my first few pieces. If you have any ideas about the Knowledge Management industry that I should write about - I'd love to hear them. I have my own for now but I'd like to continue to churn.
"Who needs love when your own heart is strong?"
I don't dress up or go out for Halloween. For all of those who do - Doug - and girls... good luck.
I'm going to the Monet exhibit at the BMA tomorrow. It's Monet in London. It has the famous painting of the London fog over the Parliament building. For those who don't know, Monet would go to the same spot every day and paint for about 17 - 20 minutes and then stop. Well some days it was foggy and someday it wasn't. It was during the middle of his painting career and it was sort of called the "Memory impressions"
I think I would like to dedicate a song if I were on a stage. I would dedicate almost every song I think. Just to random people. "I would like to dedicate this song to you right there 23 rows back with the AC/DC shirt on." It would really make his day.
I love the city during dawn. It's so pretty with all the lights still on.
I make some fucking amazing queso.
I've done a lot of dumb stuff and I'd like to say I'm sorry. But the truth is I plan on living to a lot more stupid crazy shit.
I miss a big city in the fall or winter. Baltimore is a bad cold weather city. It's better when there is toooooo much to do than just enough, during the winter. Baltimore feels like a fish bowl during the fall and winter. I really miss the smell of soccer fields and waxed floors of high school. I miss big coats with someone else wrapped in it with you and coming home to someone you love.
I watched James Taylor sing the worst rendition of "A Change is Gonna Come" on the West Wing last night. A fucking shame that they would allow that man to butcher such a beautiful song.
I wish Sam Cooke and Otis Redding liked each other. I also wish they lived longer.
This is a sad town when football is awful. There aren't crowds around the television and we have a very weak consensus of hardcore fans. I don't really care - I'm just all for general group good times with strangers. And a meaningless sport seems to do that to communities.
I am developing a strange sense of civil servitude coming over me. I looked in the paper today and three or four times either I read the text wrong or it just caught my eye, but it always jumped out like "Help shape Baltimore.", "Come help a neighbor." And I wanted to read on in each one and do something. I love that I have energy. I just need something positive to do with it. I'll go dig ditches if I have to but I have to get it out of my body.
Meghan is back on the east coast with the love of her life Tommy (soon to be engaged but saving for a house). Hopefully they'll come up to Baltimore one night and hang out. Welcome back east from dreary old San Diego!
Everyone have a great weekend! I'll be looking for something to do.
