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Pretty cool. But not quite as cool as this...

One Tin Soldier

As I have mentioned many a time before, music and food play a big part in my memories, when there is not much else that seems to remain in the memory bank. This song, I remember from when I was a little kid, but I don't think I knew it was a Canadian band that sang it until it came up a few days ago. I do remember that I liked it, and, for some reason, I still do.

 

Always been rather fond of...

...percussion...

A guy and a pink what?

A pink tutu...

An American's take...

...on what is and will be a sad day in Canadian history. He was an unarmed soldier, guarding the tomb of the unknown soldier at the National War Memorial.

 

Lest ye forget...

Lest ye forget.

 

The land of 3am...

 

"I feel like a wet noodle blowing in the wind on a rainy day."

I came up with that a short time ago this fine morning, upon travelling to the land of 3am not sleeping, funked up thoughts. It has been a while since I have visited there and shared what I found.

I don't know

.... what I'm doing. No clue whatsoever.

One day of the year....

when it is acceptable for me to have my photograph taken...

 

Not done yet...

Rather strange that I thought of this today, which is exactly six months to the day since last time:

US (36)

  (New York (2)

  Texas (3)

  Colorado

  Cali (8)

  Arizona

  New Hampshire

  Virginia (2)

  Indiana (2)

  Ohio (4)

  Washington

  Georgia

  Illinois

  Missouri

  Pennsylvania

  Nebraska

  Wisconsin

  Florida

  North Carolina

  Louisiana

  Massachusetts

  Kansas)

Australia (1)

Poland (1)

Czech Republic (5)

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And even though we are no longer directly involved... aren't we?

Sad days...

... indeed...

(More here.)

Are you?

Had saved that a couple weeks ago for one of those nights, but as I sat here in the kitchen just now after enjoying leftover turkey dinner, alone in a quiet house, this came to mind...

From one of my faves.

***

Happy Thanksgiving.

 

I have become...

...one of those people who post cat videos... instead of typing actual blog posts... 
 

A beautiful relationship...

I may have been mistaken...

 

27 years ago I heard a song for the first time, and in that very moment I thought to myself "this is it", the be all and end all of songs. There would never be another song quite like this. There may have been others that have hit me in a similar fashion since then, but with my dwindling memory, that is the one which remains most embedded. The past decade in the music industry has not yielded a great deal to draw me in, as there didn't seem to be much character in the offering. Then this song, in all its bare simplicity came along to prove me wrong.

So as I yet struggle to find meaning, to find purpose, to find a place where I do not feel the life being sucked right out of me, I suppose this song's evocative nature came to my attention in a timely manner. And on that note, if you have taken the time to read this far, take a stroll through the blog as it lays dying. Say something. Where you are from or something.

Poof...

I fell through the cracks of my own life. The fractured shell can either hold together or disintegrate. Exist or disappear. There is no living here. Another day, another night. In that murky darkness before dawn is when those fractures come to light. And so I write.

That is all.

 

Maybe I will some day...

even though it hasn't spoken to me in a really long time...

Because...

I need to quiet the silence in between...

Thank what?

 

Thank you fruit flies, for initiating a conversation about manure and maggots.

 

Yes, it was an actual conversation.

 

And no, it was not the strangest conversation I've had. 

 

Losing...

Made to feel small by someone else's words at work this morning. Feeling terribly small now. Trying to find meaning in life by playing Tetris and speeding up the blocks. Losing.

*****
 

Mom would have been 79 years old today. She's been gone almost 14 years now. I am not one to ponder what her advice or thoughts would be on matters, but today it crossed my mind. I wonder what she would have to say about all this.

*****

Tetris is my metaphor for life. The blocks continue to fall, but leaving too many empty spaces. Now they are speeding up, falling at a faster rate, leaving even more empty and I'm running out of time to make something fit so I can keep going before the game ends.