Sunglasses at night

It seems improbable and physically impossible to feel alone on the streets of a city the magnitude of Boston but I’ve had such a day today.
I ate a meager lunch in a deserted food court, rode a ghost train with no passengers
(save for a lone and apathetic conductor that collected my money),
walked down an empty Boylston Street to an ‘I am Legend’-like South Station.
My mind doesn’t want to let anyone in today and I feel I’m struggling against a surreal and desolate landscape that is the city of Boston.
I loathe days these because I feel almost anonymous and somewhat disposable.
And nothing I can say or do seems to change anything.

I get a seat on the train and I put on my sunglasses even though it’s 5:30pm and the sun has set on the city.
UV protection for the soul, I think,
as I contemplate a jump into a vat of lukewarm self-pity.
No, that would be too damn easy.
The past several weeks have wreaked some serious emotional havoc on my sorry 49-year-old ass and this is the aftermath, an ardent and internal hangover; it’s temporary but so very intense.
I come to realize that I’m just really tired and can’t seem to catch up.
Exhausted, actually.
Sleep doesn’t help.
But writing it out has immense possibility.
And it does.

“How are ‘ya?”

{Oh, God . . . not that question again, ad nauseum}

{Me smiling}
“Just another day in paradise, buddy, just another day.”

And I carry on.

Still somewhat alone.

For the time being . . .

~m

Ps. happy birthday to Smoke &Mirrors (2.22.05) {you people are sick} :mrgreen:


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Deep thoughts of the everyday K9

boodog

Got this from my buddy, Gerry . . . like 6 months ago.
The following is a list of things that dogs just don’t like about us humans.
I’ve taken the liberty of editing a few of them.
Enjoy.
~m

  1. Blaming your farts on me….not funny…not funny at all !!!
  2. Yelling at me for barking. I’M A FRIGGIN’ DOG, YOU ASSCLOWN!
  3. Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whose walk is this anyway?
  4. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose. Just stop it!
  5. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. That’s for snobbyass French poodles. Now you know why we chew your stuff up when you’re not home.
  6. The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog! Hooooooooweeee, what a proud moment for the top of the food chain.
  7. Taking me to the vet for “the big snip”, then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back!
  8. Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but I haven’t quite mastered that handshake thing yet. I got paws, remember?
  9. Dog sweaters. Hello ??? Haven’t you noticed the fur?
  10. How you act disgusted when I lick my junk. Look, we both know the truth. You’re just jealous.

Walls of thought

Sometimes graffiti can be thought provoking, frighteningly beautiful and sometimes even deeply disturbing.
I found this site the other night and wanted to share it here.
I split the post so it wouldn’t take up 3/4 of the front page.
Click ‘continue reading’ to see some wonderful stuff.

~m

Continue reading “Walls of thought”

Google or God?

Just a tidbit of info just given to me by my good friend DB.
If you don’t know about this cell phone perk already, you should.
Want to know the phone number for a friend? A restaurant? A pizza joint?
Ask God or even easier ask Google.
Here’s an example of how it works: Text ‘Hard Rock Cafe Nashville TN‘ to
46645 (Googl)
and tell me what you get back in @15 seconds.
Name-City-State
Neato, huh?
I actually put the number in my contacts to make it even easier.
The cost is one text message.
Very hip.
Very cool.
So, Google or God?
Ultimately, I guess it depends on the query.
Have a serene Monday folks.
Over and out. . .

~m