Clever
I put up a new pic that I don't feel like trying to fix anymore and don't feel clever enough to consider what to write in a profile, so it'll stay as it is... for the moment.
Actually I don't feel clever at all. Not even enough to blog, which doesn't take that much cleverness really, as you can see.
I went out last night and listened to some Blues Music which was fun, but it was snowy and I haven't driven a car that small in snow in many years. Yes, I'm still fussing about my jeep. But it was good to see some old friends. Some of those guys that get up there for open mike are really good, though sometimes it is what my friend Tom calls "a train wreck." Yeah that's about right. But if you get the right mix of players, it's close to magic.
I was thinking last night that when I bought this house I just stopped doing things. I get the feeling that my people think that I am blowing them off, and maybe I do keep people at arm's length sometimes... But it's been hard to leave here at night. I love this house. The strange thing is is that when I tell people it's not personal, that I'm not cold shouldering them, that I just don't want to leave my house, no one seems to get it. And they are all homeowners. But when I fall in love I immerse myself in it, it can't be helped and I don't want to be too far away from the thing that carries the projection of my passion.
Even last night being with Tom and the others all I wanted was to come home. Not in any neurotic sense, I mean I could stay with them and be fine, laugh and have fun... but in my mind a little thought will tell me, "Gee, you could be home right now..."
Though I didn't feel that way with J. When I was with her I didn't want to leave. Maybe being with her is like being home and she is definitely a dear love of my life, an object of my passion.
I feel like I am shuffling the damn card deck of my life. And I don't know what kind of hand I'm going to end up dealing myself. I don't feel like I have a clue about any of this. No clever way to figure all this out.
Actually I don't feel clever at all. Not even enough to blog, which doesn't take that much cleverness really, as you can see.
I went out last night and listened to some Blues Music which was fun, but it was snowy and I haven't driven a car that small in snow in many years. Yes, I'm still fussing about my jeep. But it was good to see some old friends. Some of those guys that get up there for open mike are really good, though sometimes it is what my friend Tom calls "a train wreck." Yeah that's about right. But if you get the right mix of players, it's close to magic.
I was thinking last night that when I bought this house I just stopped doing things. I get the feeling that my people think that I am blowing them off, and maybe I do keep people at arm's length sometimes... But it's been hard to leave here at night. I love this house. The strange thing is is that when I tell people it's not personal, that I'm not cold shouldering them, that I just don't want to leave my house, no one seems to get it. And they are all homeowners. But when I fall in love I immerse myself in it, it can't be helped and I don't want to be too far away from the thing that carries the projection of my passion.
Even last night being with Tom and the others all I wanted was to come home. Not in any neurotic sense, I mean I could stay with them and be fine, laugh and have fun... but in my mind a little thought will tell me, "Gee, you could be home right now..."
Though I didn't feel that way with J. When I was with her I didn't want to leave. Maybe being with her is like being home and she is definitely a dear love of my life, an object of my passion.
I feel like I am shuffling the damn card deck of my life. And I don't know what kind of hand I'm going to end up dealing myself. I don't feel like I have a clue about any of this. No clever way to figure all this out.
posted by SPOA | 6:13 AM
4 Comments:
maybe it will figure it out itself
no need to be clever at all
Maybe you're right. :)
I found it at imdb:
David's Mom: When your father was here, I used to think, "This was it. This is the way it was always going to be. I had the right house. I had the right car. I had the right life."
David: There is no right house. There is no right car.
David's Mom: God, my face must look like a mess.
David: It looks great.
David's Mom: It's really sweet of you but I'm sure it does not look great.
David: Sure it does. Come here.
David's Mom: I'm 40 years old. I mean it's not supposed to be like this.
David: It's not supposed to BE anything.
David's Mom: How'd you get so smart all of a sudden?
David: I had a good day.
great, thanks for posting it
I love stuff like that
I'm off now!
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