Friday, October 12, 2012

So much

One of the things that keeps me from blogging regularly is having too much to say. I let three or four commentaries ruminate in my brain and end up losing them all.

One of the things I've been thinking about lately is social media, and the way I think it might give us insight into the world views of our friends and acquaintances. As I read my News Feed every day, I see all kinds of languages. Some are "love languages," some are coping languages.

In snippets of observation, publicly whispered prayers, jokes, jabs, wishes, hopes, and dreams, I imagine that we see a little bit of each of our paradigms. I'm all about the paradigm.

My people know the language of pain, the language of love, the language of loneliness, of stress, of critique, of the mind, of the heart, of the body, of age and experience, of youth and confusion, of the human condition, the human condition, the human condition.

What a damned beautiful mess.

And I wonder about you all. And I wonder about me.

Here we are, sharing this life.

Who hurt you? What scared you? Where did those scars come from? That persistence? That belief? That strength? Those secrets? That steely gaze, persistence, and drive? Who are we all?

One of my learned languages, one of my coping languages, is music. I process it all, see it all, hear it all, through the observations of rock and folk songwriters. Just about everything brings a song to mind.

One of my default settings is "melodramatic," turned up to 11. Today, at 35 years old, it's a funny observation about myself. For years, it was hard to understand why my lovers and friends weren't on board with this.

So know this: my love for you, my friend; my love for my long-suffering wife; my love for my children, our world....all processed through a soundtrack of melodramatic pop music. Blame my mom, and then just keep blaming her for everything.

Classic melodramatic pop is the Bee Gees (catalog 1964-2000; way more than disco). I'm laughing as I even try to choose what song.  :-)

Okay, pay special attention to the keyboard playing, the bass clef, and the bass guitar during the chorus. It's crazy theatrical. Check how hard the notes are being struck.

I want to post so many melodramatic songs.  I'm dying of laughter here. Ask me about it some time.






Wednesday, October 3, 2012

So tired

The question of whether I COULD be ready for work or not by the time the kids go to school is easy. I could.

But I usually don't. I am woefully in need of a slow ramp up in the mornings. Not like the lovely lady who "sleeps" next to me. Despite rarely getting a good night's rest (she's highly stressed), she is unbelievably more disciplined than I. Like now, when I'm blogging instead of those other, required things.