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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Regrets...
I've had a few.
But then again,
Too few to mention!
--"My Way",
written by Paul Anka
When I hear that song, I think of Frank Sinatra, and sometimes Elvis or Sid Vicious -- all of whom have been known to perform, in their own unique manner, that wonderful song. Wonderful because -- though I don't always enjoy hearing it, I've heard it so much -- the song is a wonderful personal anthem. That's something we all need: a personal anthem. A song that praises our individuality; a mark of devotion to oneself. After all, they say you're going to have a helluva time loving anyone else unless you've first learned to love yourself, right?

This is not to replace your love for your God, or your spouse, or your family. I'm simply saying that we all need to give ourselves a bit more self-love at this time of year. (No, not that type of self-love !) Too many of us beat up on ourselves throughout the year, and then nearly destroy ourselves at year's end. No wonder there are so many suicides during the Holidays; the messages bombarding us are to Buy Buy Buy and to Give Give Give -- but what if you have nothing to give but love? If you have a dearth of that good stuff, then you'll have a bitch of a time spreading it around to your neighbors.

So be good to yourself, whether you're Christian, Pagan, Wiccan, Athiest, Hindu, Islamic, Mormon, Podcastin, or otherwise. Don't take the pills, they won't do you or anyone else any good; you'll simply miss out on the Next Big Thing (which may turn out to be Your Next Big Thing). Just do things your own way, singing that little hymn as you do so:
For what is a man,
What has he got?
If not himself,
Then he has naught.
To say the things,
He truly feels,
And not the words,
Of one who kneels.
The record shows,
I took the blows
And did it my way!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

The day before yesterday, I went for a drive and found myself in Tennessee. I honestly hadn't realized I had driven that far, nor that I was even driving in that direction. It's a funny sensation, finding yourself driving past a sign displaying a message indicating that you've entered a new state. A new land. The land of bears -- in my mind, anyway -- or is Alabama home of the Bear Country Jamboree? Certainly Tennessee is the land of music: Elvis, Dolly Parton. Johnny Cash. Nashville, for cryin' out loud! Whiskey (whisky?). The Smoky Mountains. Smoky and the Bandit (as the face of Burt Reynolds plastered to the case of an 8-track cassette in the Fayetteville Goodwill Store reminded me).

NASCAR. The Titans. An old Saturn plant. These are just a few things that came to mind as I drove through the summery brown and yellow (and green) landscape of southern Tennessee. I turned on the satellite radio in the rented SUV and found an All-Elvis station, broadcasting straight out of Memphis. Of what more could you ask from your first visit to the state? Oh, there's a Krystal...
posted by Harold  6/21/2009 09:25:00 AM
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I wish I was on that friend list! Your friend Doug J. I hope we can talk soon,to my close friend. That i miss..write to me at scottienorwalk@yahoo.com
 
This is Douglass, I miss you. I wish you would of told me,that you moved. I want to always be in touch with you, I love you man! Your like another bro to me. The 80's were the best. And I spent it, with you. It was the best!
 
How do you tell your friends that you're mentally ill? That you're sometimes paranoid around them? That you don't always trust them? That you care for them but you don't always trust their intentions? That you wish you didn't have this anxiety but you can't help it?

I've wanted to escape from L.A. for so long, and I finally have. I wanted to let you know -- I really, really did -- but I have this weird mental twist of mind that keeps me away from people for long periods of time. If you could have a taste of my mind...well, I wouldn't want misfortune to fall upon anyone.

Hope I'm not seeming to melodramatic. I'm sure I'll "come to my senses" soon and invite everyone to come over to Rocket City USA for a visit. Perhaps we can also meet halfway on occasion, as in Santa Fe (which is more or less the midway mark between here and L.A.)
 
Man, it does matter how much time passes. I just hate lossing friends. Send me a email and i'll give you my phone number and we can talk or send your address so I can send you birthday card. Love your friend Doug Happy Birthday! Harold
 
Funny, I just sent you that email while you were posting your last comment. BTW it's not my birthday until later this month -- you know that, right? I just realized your birthday was last month...um, I think I slept through it. Happy Birthday!
 
I know your birthday is later in the month. I just didn't know,when you would go to this site. Besides, that I know how feel about the city. Would, you like to go to mom and dads house in Chama N.M. And eat beefboats? I going maybe this month. Quiet! In the middle of on where. Go fishing and hiking in the back yard! And coffee and cake at night. Call me let's talk.
 
I know your birthday is later in the month. I just didn't know when you would check this. But, besides that. Would you want to meet me half? I'm going to see my mom & dad and would you like to come with me? My mom and dad would love to see you. Home cooked meal (beefboats), fishing,hiking right in the backyard! So, many stars! That looking up, it looks endless! Clear air and silent. Look it up Chama, N.M. And Happy Birthday! Buddy! Call me sometimes!
 
Reading these comments today, several weeks after they were initially posted, it concerns me that anyone who stumbles upon them may jump to the conclusion that I'm a paranoid schizophrenic or something. Well, that's not nearly the case. Though I don't have anything against schizophrenics, I want to make it clear that my "mental illness" is of the most common type: that depression which often lasts longer the normal depressions most people go through.

I'm not strangling kittens or wiping my feces on the walls or anything like that, just to let you know. Never have. Never will. It's not my style. XD
 
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I once posted, in this space (this right column), the following:

If I had friends they would be listed here

That particular bit o' text, that silly and idiotic phrase, was repeated a dozen or two dozen or so times and was intended to be temporary. I had been working on a project -- a new layout for this blog -- and had intended for that text to be placeholder content. That is, the text was supposed to temporarily replace the content that had previously occupied this column (which was a list of links to friends -- that is, other blogs and web sites I linked to). I didn't know what content I was going to place into that (this) space, so I placed a bunch of duplicate phrases here as a placeholder so that I would remember to fill in this space again later.

At the same time, I thought I was being cute with the heading:

NEW & IMPROVED FRIENDS!

The fact remains: I still don't know what content to put here, in this column. Links again? Pictures? Video? Audio? Ads? Oh, hell no! It hasn't come to me yet, but I'm sure it will eventually, and when it does it'll come quick and (as usual) with consequences.