"Coyote Ugly" meets "Chicago" with the lookalike actress from "The Last Time I Saw Paris" in the bubble-gum pop, poorly acted, less than "All That Jazz" spectacular called "Burlesque."
Even so, entertaining.
Thanks to Allen and Kristin at Rave; Eric Linn at Beauregards; alice at Tuesday Morning; the workers behind the counter at TJ Maxx; temp employees at Target; Tamara at Blue Plate Cafe; invisible RFCU teller.
How does one describe a flashback to one's youth? Rush, Police, Black Flag, mixed with local blues clubs and grade school talent show tribute bands poured through an Aran sweater soaked with shepherd's pie, Guinness and sticky toffee pudding made with Bushmills. Bass guitar vs. bass fiddle. Three-button accordion.
I was privileged the other night, jolted out of my prewinter hibernation into the bright night of psychedelic Northern lights - such was Eileen Ivers and Immigrant Soul accompanied by the audience's dim blue glow of mobile phones, deserving of another nod.
If I knew my life was going to end tomorrow, would I do anything differently in the next 24 hours?
The same answer every morning.
I'm not a single parent with kids, abandoned by a spouse with bigger goals than childrearing.
I am me, looking back at myself as the boy on the playground looking around at the boys and girls playing and asking myself to which group/clique do I belong or should join?
Socialising.
Companionship.
Aware that some seek those who seek attention.
As an adult now, the same playground sitting on top of the free flow of money and information (the same / not the same).
Still the same question and answer every day except that the world keeps shrinking, the cosmos not much closer for one like me.
Many have the answer that satisfied their childhood curiosity about what they wanted to be when they grew up and want me to share their answer with them.
Not the same.
One thousand years from now absolutely none of my words or thoughts will matter except by how I acted upon them this moment.
Knowing my life will not be around in 1000 years, should I do anything differently in the next 24 hours?
No moths beating against the cathedral window tonight...just orchid blooms dying, drying and falling upon the stack of papers surrounding the LCD computer monitor.
Billions of people want the life I have: sitting here on the living room sofa, wearing good clothes, a warm house in freezing weather, food in the kitchen, electricity providing light and Internet access, a steady family income and a loving spouse.
If I have all this, why would I want to do anything differently in the next 24 hours?
Why? Because my thoughts wander even if my body doesn't.
I don't want to own the playground, organise teams or invent new playground equipment. Not anymore. I've done all that and seen there are plenty of people who deeply enjoy those activities.
What do I deeply enjoy?
Deeply...
Truly...
That answer's easy: posing new questions and finding personally unique answers as if I'm alone in this universe of a blog having to find my own way, trailblazing in the manner only I can.
Sometimes a simple reminder that being me is sufficient is sufficient to me being me.
We find different ways to pat ourselves on the back and say we're doing a great job being ourselves.
Great job, Rick! Keep up the good work! You've got your eyes on the big prize, don't forget that. Doesn't matter if others can't see where we're going, we're going to get there together, even though it takes all thousand years one at time to do so. The species will survive itself as it transforms into something different - 100% guaranteed!
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