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.

Why yes, yes it was...

That was quite a departure. But sometimes, just sometimes, things bother me long enough to say something, without explanation. Such was the case with the previous post.

I have no idea what I'm doing here (life) or here (blog). It is funny to think now, that I used to feel a need to blog. Yes... a need. I could be sleep deprived, wide awake in the dark, or sleepy as heck with my head flopping and eyes glazing over, but I would make myself type. Now, this is like the quiet place where I come just to say... I am still here.

War is not the solution...

 

Peace Activists and Human Rights Activists, all well and good on this soft, cushy side of the world. We've heard it all before... "Peace now!" "Why can't there be peace?" ... and "War is not the solution." We've been down this road before. Perhaps war is not the solution, but sometimes... it is the only answer. You can't just sign a Facebook petition to stop an Islamic fundamentalist from beheading someone. You can't simply sign a petition and force someone to cease being a religious extremist. How can you find peace with a man or woman veiled in the guise of religious freedom... a religion not tempered by logic... a religion that has not changed nor evolved in over a thousand years... a religion oftentimes fueled by hatred...

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And no... we aren't starting a war... The jihadists already did, and they will again, Allah willing, God forbid.
 

The 25th

Happy birthday Tommy.

The Ice Bucket Challenge

Have been seeing these videos posted all over Facebook, to raise awareness of ALS, a debilitating neurological disease, also known as Lou Gehrig's disease. Finally came across this one. If you want to know what it's about..

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The cast

I don't think it matters this time if the movie sucks.

(Was never much of a Stallone fan, but I think I like him a bit more now.)

Oh... and even if it does suck, I'll probably enjoy it...
 

Nanu Nanu

It has been 33 days since my last blogpost. Greetings and goodbyes seem to be the order of life...

 

Back in April I got to meet my new nephew for the first time. That was a treat... a joy really.

 

A few months ago, Dad lost his younger brother, then shortly after that, his older brother who was a whopping 90 years old, then his girl friend, who had just turned 90 in April, followed by one of the long tine neighbour fellows. Within the past three weeks, the dads of two of my brother's old school buddies passed away. One of these friends passed away 4 years ago at the age of 44. I feel detached. I feel sad. It is not a sadness for personal loss, but perhaps simply for life itself.

And now for a laugh...



I know I will die wishing that I had done more with the life I was given.

A sense of humour...

is key...

I came across a couple videos the other day... For lack of a better adjective, he is adorable...
 

 

(A sense of humour with beautiful eyes, which I may have mentioned before, is even better.)

So does a sense of humour win out over looks? When I was considerably younger, this wasn't necessarily the case, as evidenced by an interest in Tom Cruise at the very beginning of his career. This got me to thinking... At my age now, with whom would I rather sit on a couch and have a conversation? Tom Cruise or a guy that makes you laugh...

 

 

Funny thing is that I've never watched "The Family Guy" or "Ted", but I had started a post a few months ago about some upcoming movies that caught my attention, which included this. 

Nothing and everything...

The title of this post is the answer to the question, "What does this have to do with me?"

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"Since when does a terror organization get a voice and a seat in the United Nations?"

 

"Instead of choosing life, they celebrate death. A culture that celebrates martyrdom and murder is a culture that will always be at war with itself and with its neighbours."

 

You know, it is strange how things go full circle. Even though I have no specific memories from certain times in my life, I do know that a thirteen year old girl in Canada who watched the news over three decades ago would not be surprised by this.

Because Canada

This is from a few years ago and I may have posted it before, but...

Happy Canada Day

 

This is just... (Episode #2)

Further to Episode #1...

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Because I said so...

(Because someone on Facebook posted it.)

What if...

that natural human thirst for knowledge is what fuels you, and your mind absorbs and accumulates a myriad of information about a variety of subjects, none of which pertain to each other nor serve a purpose in your existence? What if that natural human thirst for knowledge doesn't exist in you, and your mind filters and discards any information accumulated over time which does not pertain to your existence? What if you end out your days sitting alone in a dark room and you realize that it didn't matter ... at all.

What if that one thing that makes you want to reach out and hold on, wasn't meant for you?

One of those kinds of times, not quite like this... maybe a touch of that...

Gratuitous

cat video...

Isn't it funny...

 ... how some things seem to align...

 

 

(Three quotes via Facebook that I had saved on a couple different days last week, but didn't realize the connection between them until just now.)